Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Fertilizer Comments

Rating: 5.0

Conflicted thoughts and wearied eyes
They walk amongst the fallen
Their faded dreams have sunk like stones
Their service now forgotten
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Mike Smith
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Bill Wright 28 August 2016

Mike, you very kindly commented on one of the first batch of poems I posted in PH and I have belatedly got round to reading some of yours. This is a powerful piece. My late father was a POW in WW2 and kept a notebook of poems written by fellow POW's of the things they saw and went through. I would love to share them on here but of course I did not write them so cannot do so. Suffice to say they brought home to me things that him and I never talked about. I have transcribed them all and the original notebook is my most prized possession.

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Denis Mair 13 July 2017

It would be nice if you could start a PoemHunter page in your father's name.

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Pamela Sinicrope 26 May 2016

Nicely written poem. Great title. Powerful subject matter. I like how you broke your lines to bring added emphasis to specific words. Well done.

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Kevin Patrick 19 April 2016

Powerful and Provoking, a brutal look at what it means to be a soldier, it seems harsh to look at it but in truth its what happens, after the 21 gun salute all you get is the eternal silence of a full like that could have been. This one definitely leaves a mark. Its interesting though that a soldier to survive they will always have a war still in their mind. Its a brave and great thing to serve a country more should be remembered then the politicians that wage their lives. A great read.

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Mike Smith 25 April 2016

I have no idea what it means to be a soldier. I've never been one. But it is incredibly sad and unnecessary what soldiers around the world go through in service, and what they have to live with forever after

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Juan Olivarez 26 February 2016

My whole family is military. I personally have two sons who served and are serving. thank God they did not suffer that ignominious fate. good one.

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Mike Smith 26 February 2016

I thank them all for their service Jaun. Thanks for reading

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Manonton Dalan 23 February 2016

few of my kins became fertilizer ...thanks for sharing

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Mike Smith 23 February 2016

Sorry to hear that. It is too common a tragedy for young people to die or otherwise become scarred in war

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Bri Edwards 18 February 2016

but WHAT is being fertilized?

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Bri Edwards 18 February 2016

i like it though a Poet's Note could be useful/interesting. the topic chosen DOES seem to fit. welcome to PH bri :) p.s. i'm not sure if i can tell the difference between the dead and the living in the poem. perhaps that is intentional. if you have served in a 'war zone', you have my condolences.

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Souren Mondal 16 February 2016

[...]Their faded dreams have sunk like stones Their service now forgotten Never will they know again[...] These lines are incredible Mike! ! I simply don't know if I should try to write about this poem or let it seep into my veins.. I would choose the later, but say that you are amongst my favourite poets in this site.. An incredible poem from a wonderful poet.. Tragedy has rarely been described in such a manner with such precision.. Breif and beautiful.. You got two big fans in Kelly and me mate.. Keep penning them down! !

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Mike Smith 16 February 2016

Thanks Souren. My plan is to continue posting one a day. At least until the spirit grips me and them maybe I'll send out a flurry. Regardless, thanks for reading and for the encouragement

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Tom Priestley 11 February 2016

Brilliantly written, I think my favorite line is 'Tragedy strikes deep Dirt naps bring them jaded peace'

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Mike Smith 11 February 2016

Thanks tom. Actually I think that's my favorite line as well

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Michael Joseph 11 February 2016

Tragedy is an understatement. One brief opportunity at life and that reality is all some get.

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Mike Smith 11 February 2016

Sad but true. Many are born into circumstances or times which don't allow them a fair chance at peace or happiness

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Kelly Kurt 10 February 2016

A poem that would be relevant at any point in the last 20,000 years but particularly pointed in todays chaos.

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