Saturday, February 25, 2006

Bodies, Poems And Hers Comments

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when lust is dead,
and routine pollutes the head,
lonely is your heart,
unused is your bed.
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Simply lovely. And finely put together.

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Patricia Gale 25 February 2006

My words did escape me as I read the trueness in this write. Poetry is my escape, but after the write we have our fellow poets to write us back. Immortial words but a lonely soul.The body of a poem doesnot need cosmetic... brillant line. Regards Patricia

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Gina Onyemaechi 25 February 2006

Vincey, meet me outside Barking clock about 7 o'clock tonight? : -) I'm with Mr Chatterjee on his summary: yes, poetry does provide release and satisfaction, but ultimately, it's no substitute for love. Squeezing your hand, Gina.

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Jasbir Chatterjee 25 February 2006

This poem seems to be written with great honesty and sincerity and that is what I like the most about it and I certainly agree with these lines in particular. The body of a poem, does not need cosmetics to stir the hearts of those who, compose, and view. yet long into this cold rainy night, it is not words i need its you.

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