Wednesday, October 21, 2015

The Silent Old Man Comments

Rating: 4.7

Body bent and twisted
Gnarled fingers gripping his cane
Face weathered with age
An old man enters the bar
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Billy Loving
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Lyn Paul 29 April 2020

A story waiting to be told. Also a story not addressed in poetry before.

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Prabir Gayen 24 February 2019

Disappointedly, I take a gulp And think of what might have been... Beautiful poem.Thanks

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Richard D Remler 19 February 2019

I think I've seen him too, or a reasonable facsimile. A true slice of life write, well detailed and easy to relate to. An excellent penning. tyfs

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Damion Hamilton 17 February 2018

You really captured a snapshot in time. Like a great painting.

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Chinedu Dike 17 October 2017

An inquisitive train of thought set aside for honest reflection. Thanks for sharing Billy.

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Edward Kofi Louis 20 May 2016

I watched expectantly! Thanks for sharing.

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Atasha Williams 21 March 2016

Wow... I love your vivid images, feeling like I'm sitting next to you by the bar... Great work Billy :)

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Elizabeth Padillo Olesen 08 March 2016

Nice flow of language. Thanks for sharing.

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Lynn Petty 19 January 2016

That poem is wonderful. great imagining, well written. If only what might have been Lynn W. Petty

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Roseann Shawiak 08 January 2016

Touching, but sad that a person has to live like this, drowning in drink to exist a lonely aging life. If only he had the chance to tell his story, his life might have had a happier ending. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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Bill O'bier 23 December 2015

Paints a sad touching image......nicely done - -Bill O'Bier

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Kim Barney 16 December 2015

Sparks the imagination. He may have had some fantastic stories to tell, or his mind could be too dull with alcohol to remember any of them! Enjoyed the poem.

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Wes Vogler 08 December 2015

At the casino as I went for my once a night brandy a young lady grabbed my arm and wanted to know my story. I told it to her. She was infinitely pleased to\find a relaxed happy old guy in the crowd. Cost her a brandy. I wear a skipper's cap and a flowered vest in the guise of the casino's caricaturist. Done about s dozen rather extraordinary ones. Write some limericks. You have the talent.

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Nasarudheen Parameswaran 24 October 2015

A fine eventful poem

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Edmund Strolis 21 October 2015

The dark melancholy of the refugees from sunlight, the pub. We have all observed an old man like this at one point or another in life. But looking is not the same as seeing. You have SEEN the gnarled hand grip the cane and it shows in your writing.

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Hans Vr 21 October 2015

Amazing story in nicely flowing verses. Every person has this flame inside, that flame that lights up all our memories. I agree so much with you, every elderly person must have a treasure of brilliant stories.

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