Tuesday, October 16, 2012

I Hate Lucy Comments

Rating: 5.0

I met her one blurry New Years eve
She who would hang as a glorious ornament, from your sleeve
Back in those times of hours, no sand
I can picture her (now grasping) your lovely hand
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Lenny Camacho 25 October 2014

this is a delicious poem... it starts like a mouthful of good red wine, and then slowly but surely it scurries away leaving you with a sweet and sour flavor that makes you want some more... well done

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Nice humor in a painting of jealousy and desire. Well done my friend!

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Kanav Justa 19 December 2013

, , this is so lovely, , , really like this, , , that was a difficult position to be at, , ,

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Owain Glyn 13 March 2013

Love it! You should never talk to strangers!

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Hazel Durham 24 October 2012

This is so honest and funny to, loved this poem. Great write!

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Neela Nath Das 18 October 2012

Your confession thru this poem mirrors your innocence, your love for truthfulness.Thanks for sharing.

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Yash Shinde 18 October 2012

lovely..................flows so well and swiftly..............great use of words in right place expresses your thought well..............

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Asif Andalib 16 October 2012

Now I realize hate and jealousy is part and parcel of love. Great flow and the right words to express your feelings. Lovely write.

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Tunji Ibrahim 16 October 2012

The leery juxtaposition of love and hate laden with the depiction of grand imagery. Lucy is the picture now cold on your feet and bold in your mind's eye. And sure, you are the kahuna snaking the meanderings of your own jealousy.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 16 October 2012

this poem flows very fast, as the poet has chosen the right words, contents, the plot and the title to keep readers to read and enjoy!

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