Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Song for the Old Ones Comments

Rating: 4.9

My Fathers sit on benches
their flesh counts every plank
the slats leave dents of darkness
deep in their withered flanks.
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Maya Angelou
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Dr Antony Theodore 08 December 2020

They nod like broken candles all waxed and burnt profound they say 'It's understanding that makes the world go round.' a very fine poem of Maya

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Dr Antony Theodore 12 October 2020

They nod like broken candles all waxed and burnt profound they say 'It's understanding that makes the world go round.' a great poem. wonderful images. tony

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Dr Antony Theodore 06 April 2020

I understand their meaning it could and did derive from living on the edge of death They kept my race alive. They kept my race alive. a wonderful poem. tony

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Mahtab Bangalee 16 November 2019

from living on the edge of death They kept my race alive. /// the ending life of one brave hero cause of living or lives of thousands of people peacefully

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Savita Tyagi 16 November 2019

A remarkabetouching poem. While nobody wants to live the life of slavery and subservience the power to endure and survive is remarkable in humans. A hope for better future survives all hardship.

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Tamara Beryl Latham 16 November 2019

Beautifully expressed rhyming poem that highlights those previous generations of people who have had an influence on her and her race. Nicely done. : -)

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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 November 2019

Seven stanzas full of life experiences, history and background information in in-depth philosophy about how their ancestors had been, a subtle reference to worse times in the earliest days of her ancestors and the existence of her father. An excellent poem by the poetess, who wrote excellent poems about how her ancestors survived and kept her race alive. CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as the Modern Poem Of The Day. A 10

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Aniruddha Pathak 16 November 2019

They used the finest cunning their naked wits and wiles... They've laughed to shield their crying then shuffled through their dreams... and then the poem ending ...living on the edge of death... lovely expressions in this 'Song for the Old Ones'.

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 November 2019

Their naked wits and wiles! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Dr Antony Theodore 12 May 2019

There in those pleated faces I see the auction block the chains and slavery's coffles the whip and lash and stock. the whip and lash........ full of feelings. tony

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Nadia Napolichivska 10 January 2019

This is a beautiful poem the way she incorporates fear, sadness, anguish, hope and optimism all in one poem is just brilliant.

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nunyabuisness 13 March 2018

So sad she hit her due date; (

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 09 December 2017

I understand their meaning it could and did derive from living on the edge of death They kept my race alive. Great work dear poet.

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Rogelio Guillermo 11 October 2017

Slavery has, indeed, left a grim mark on history and this poem's graphical portrayal of it is very real.

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Prabhata Kumar Sahoo 03 April 2017

It is strong representation of a class.Good.

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