Saturday, July 8, 2017

Poemhunters And Poemgivers Comments

Rating: 5.0

How sad that such things exist
I would rather never write
A lament for the lost souls
Or a tribute to bravery
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Edmund Strolis
COMMENTS
Glen Kappy 22 December 2017

Just read this again, Edmund, and found myself agreeing with the thought of celebrating the positive. Years ago I noticed and reacted against those who didn’t think it literature unless it was depressing or full of angst. -Glen

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Edmund Strolis 27 December 2017

So now there is a 300 word rely limit? I am not sure if you got my comment.........Hope all is well!

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Glen Kappy 17 July 2017

hey, edmund! interesting to read this (i actually was on my way to your earlier postings) . interesting because i recently posted one with the title, one poem, also prompted by my thinking of ph and the people all over the world who read and post poems here. hoping this finds you well in all ways, glen

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Susan Williams 12 July 2017

Oh, yes, a poem straight out of a wonderful spirit we know as Edmund. Dang, but you are such a word-weaver, a magic-weaver, and a storyteller sublime. I walked amid your scenery and I smiled upon the bride and groom and like many of those present left the dark times locked away and enjoyed the pure sweet celebration of life before us. We accept both stories as one Sewn into our personal tapestry The story of the cradle and the grave We do our best to keep it bright- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Indeed, mankind's history as a whole seems to be one of getting up on our knees and from there onto our feet and slogging on always on, hoping toward a better place but slogging on anyway. You're right, Edmund, we are a heroic bunch when you look at us like that. Thank you for this bright light to carry on a dark day- -10++++++++++++++++++++ and a place of hopnor on my fav list!

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Edmund Strolis 17 July 2017

I have been influenced by reading between the lines. Writing this is done with some hesitation because I never want to trivialize the hardships and pains that we know too well. So we are survivors. No small thing. How wonderful to have the luxury to lay my head on a pillow at night. In America and yet I do not forget that not all is well out there but we count our blessings and take a deep breath and move on.

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Norah Tunney 10 July 2017

So much light sprinkling through these lines. They nourish the heart we do our best to keep it bright The great courage of humanity to keep going in spite of the scars and the falls we keep going. What a beautiful tribute. The purity and goodness of the poet shines through. I love it Edmund thank you.

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Sarah Persson 10 July 2017

Oh yes Eddie, the true freedom of a poet is his minds eye. We are anything and everything, pure joy and bitter sorrow. One large group of emotional expressionists. You explain this so well :)

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Nosheen Irfan 09 July 2017

This is a great piece. We have the choice, the freedom to talk of pleasant or unpleasant things. That's the beauty of poetry. You don't have to dwell on just one aspect of life. You can write on anything according to the call of your heart. No human is free of scars and that binds us in a bond of friendship and compassion. A perfect 10.

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