Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The Same Lovely Misery Comments

Rating: 4.9

Poetry is not my friend,
It is only sad images of disappointment,
A desolate history
I don’t want to believe.
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Uriah Hamilton
COMMENTS
Cj Heck 04 January 2006

This is my favorite poem from you yet, Uriah. Your work mesmerizes me - the total emotion you are able to put down in words touches me deeply. I especially love the lines, 'To offer sacrificial compliments At the altar of the beautiful one' This poem is utterly beautiful. My warmest regards and respect, CJ

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Shannon Chapel 30 December 2005

Oh, Uriah. This piece breaks my heart. I cried as I read it because having read most of your poems over the past 2 days I can see the recurring theme throughout - a certain very special woman. Does she know you write about her? Does she know how you feel? What a shame she let you slip through her fingers. I assure you it will be her biggest regret. Shannon P.S. This is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read and my favorite Uriah Hamilton poem. Thank you for sharing it (and your heartbreak) with us.

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Joy Vanderhelm 29 December 2005

Oh, wow, what an outstanding achievement of originality and effecting emotion. How could anyone walk away from that?

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Mary Nagy 27 December 2005

So sad........Erica must be a fool Uriah. I have to believe there must be a reason.....the right one is waiting for you, you just have to find her. Sincerely, Mary

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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 22 December 2005

Such sadness and longing I hope for you all of the best and that she will realize what she does not have.

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Ray Andrews 21 December 2005

What a beautiful, emotion packed poem. Reminds me of some not so pleasant times in my past. It was difficult to not finish the poem-one is really drawn to it. Well done!

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Hugh Cobb 21 December 2005

Uriah, I empathize with your longing. I too have been in a similar position, in fact still am 20 years later. A touching poem, well written, though you do approach hyperbole in the second stanza with 'a thousand handkerchiefs wet with prayers and regret.' The prayers and regrets I definitely think is a strong line but perhaps hyperbole is the point of this metaphor or description. Still an excellent poem overall.9 from me, with best wishes for a joyous Christmas.

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