Monday, May 28, 2012

Homo Suburbiensis Comments

Rating: 4.4

One constant in a world of variables
- A man alone in the evening in his patch of vegetables,
and all the things he takes down with him there
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Donald Bruce Dawe
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Jesus 08 June 2022

Yes. Good story. The lord approves

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Chinedu Dike 26 May 2022

Nicely put together with deep insight.

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Deez Nutz 29 June 2020

G E T F I N G E R E D

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Dr Antony Theodore 24 May 2020

Not much but as much as any man can offer - time, pain, love, hate, age, ware, death, laughter, fever. beautiful thoughts. tony

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Savita Tyagi 24 May 2020

We have come a long way in our fast changing lifestyle, still with our emotions and longings we are the child of Nature. Great poem to read. Congratulations.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 24 May 2020

A true suburban poem, let me cite this line of the poem: He stands there, lost in a green confusion, smelling the smoke of somebody's rubbish............terrible that must be, but that's like that for most suburbans, to daily work. Con gratulations with this accolade.

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Matthew Plagurism 30 April 2019

anyone want to play some fortnite with me

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glizzyMentality 24 May 2022

still down? username is the same as my epic name x

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A guy 30 April 2019

oof twenty characters twenty characters

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Thanos 30 April 2019

I like how it's about gardening and doesn't have any avengers in it

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Mahtab Bangalee 22 November 2018

impressive writings /// wonderfully penned the last couplet Not much but as much as any man can offer - time, pain, love, hate, age, ware, death, laughter, fever. // great

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Edward Kofi Louis 21 November 2018

Over the compost-box! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Glen Kappy 21 November 2018

The images in this poem are rich and summon well for me the experience of being in a garden. The last two lines lift it from mere description to much more. in them i don't get ware though; i wonder if it's a typo and should be war. -GK

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Matthew Holloway 21 November 2018

Written as though looking at a photograph

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Bernard F. Asuncion 21 November 2018

Such a wonderful poem by Donald Bruce Dawe.......................

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Logan 14 March 2018

This was useful, I liked the audio as well, Siri is hot

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Logan 04 July 2022

Just wanked to Siri

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help me 06 March 2018

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M Asim Nehal 21 November 2018

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Poo-ie 21 March 2019

AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Poo-ie 21 March 2019

Love this comment ahhh

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Harry Carpenter 04 December 2017

A great poem that lives at home.

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Leone Hendry 14 November 2017

The last line should be: - time, pain, love, hate, age, war, death, laughter, fever. ie. Not ware, but war.

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Paul Tatel 01 April 2019

That makes no sense the last line is listing what a man can offer, ware refers to the mans physical and mental ware

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James 30 April 2019

In the printed copy, it actually does say war not ware.

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