Tuesday, November 4, 2008

From A Son Who Could Not Be His Father Comments

Rating: 5.0

When I was young, you’d hold my hand
We’d swim the seas, explore the land
When ghouls and trolls would visit me
I’d call your name and they would flee
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Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot
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Nia Riz 04 November 2008

i read this poem again....and then actually understood that this poem has lots of other beautiful meanings too....beacause of the rhyming scheme...it makes me want to read again and again....this poem sure proves that you know what poetry is and how to write is....i hope to see more of poems like this in future...good luck.. - Nia Riz

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Barbara Terry 04 November 2008

This is so very true Cheryl. We can copy others, but then we would be living somebody else's life and not our own. Every person has a soul that makes us unique as individuals. If we follow our family traditions, then we are a robot, primed and raised to fill a vacancy once one opens up. But, if we go our seperate ways, and do what our soul dictates we do, then we are an individual. It is a good thing that not everybody in this world is the same, because then it would be a boring place to live. This poem is very well written and thought out. I give you a 10 for this. Hugs, Barbara

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Nia Riz 04 November 2008

good rhyming scheme...and a vry good poem...keep writing, ..

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Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

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Baguio City, Philippines
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