Sunday, October 4, 2020

The Witness Of Poetry Comments

Rating: 5.0

This is a verse story from somewhere
in Centeal Europe, in our time.

Wasn't there a promise made
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COMMENTS
Glen Kappy 11 November 2020

Daniel, I find this narrative compelling, this personal tale of snatching victory (happiness) from the jaws of defeat (the life spent in senseless war) . -Glen

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Richard Wlodarski 11 October 2020

As I read your poem, I kept thinking of the Viet Nam war. A mess. More veterans of that war died through suicide than the soldiers in the battlefield. As always, such an excellent poem! Daniel, all of your poetry takes the reader on a dream journey. I, for one, am so very grateful!

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M Asim Nehal 04 October 2020

Nothing has changed so far, we are still in the same age of fighting, war of words and war of supremacy. Same politicians who offer same false promises and shows same false dreams. Hopeless situation was then and now. No respite just prolonged breed of same sick mentality. I am moved by your story of war, I don't know who gained what out of it. But I am sure many must have lost their lives, hopes, happiness and what not. Beyond ratings****** Asim.

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Khairul Ahsan 04 October 2020

A beautiful poem with a nice caption. Loved to see how the poem unfolded and narrated the false promises, unnecessary warfares and the resulting economic poverty. 'Those leaders who promised prosperity gave us poverty, taxes, conscription. Their promises of victory, repeated' - A sad reality!

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L Milton Hankins 04 October 2020

Daniel, this is an outstanding piece of work. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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