Comments received on poems by rebmasters
The Main Drag
MendedFences27 said:
I guess the \"main drag\" is a drag. Too common place to be of interest. Exploring, \"where no man has gone before\" is far more stimulating. If too many people get wind of this it will ruin everything. Phil A
July 18th, 2021 21:45
MendedFences27 said:
I guess the \"main drag\" is a drag. Too common place to be of interest. Exploring, \"where no man has gone before\" is far more stimulating. If too many people get wind of this it will ruin everything. Phil A
July 18th, 2021 21:45
The Main Drag
dusk arising said:
Strike your own path whilst being respectful of the wildlife\'s environment.
July 18th, 2021 13:02
dusk arising said:
Strike your own path whilst being respectful of the wildlife\'s environment.
July 18th, 2021 13:02
Shaped
myself and me said:
\"Can ashes be relit?\"
We always imagine it could. Sadly, it has long gone.
Well penned.
July 17th, 2021 21:21
myself and me said:
\"Can ashes be relit?\"
We always imagine it could. Sadly, it has long gone.
Well penned.
July 17th, 2021 21:21
the heat haze
L. B. Mek said:
that imagery of the sun, is so classic
its place as that central component
in our survival
and that self-deprecating, contrast of a final line:
\'I\'m just a glimmer & a flash in the heat haze\'
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing dear poet
July 16th, 2021 06:24
L. B. Mek said:
that imagery of the sun, is so classic
its place as that central component
in our survival
and that self-deprecating, contrast of a final line:
\'I\'m just a glimmer & a flash in the heat haze\'
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing dear poet
July 16th, 2021 06:24
in the wake of things past
L. B. Mek said:
there is an organ piece written by J.S. Bach
titled \'come sweet death, come blessed relief\'
that would accompany your words really well, I think..
a great read, thanks for sharing dear poet
\'Echoes of ephemeral ecstasy,
lashings of leaves
dancing on the brief breeze.\'
\'to endure like extreme edifices
twined in sinuous sheets
that no one sees
is superfluous suffering.
In the wake of things past,\'
(truly, profound insight in these lines)
July 15th, 2021 06:35
L. B. Mek said:
there is an organ piece written by J.S. Bach
titled \'come sweet death, come blessed relief\'
that would accompany your words really well, I think..
a great read, thanks for sharing dear poet
\'Echoes of ephemeral ecstasy,
lashings of leaves
dancing on the brief breeze.\'
\'to endure like extreme edifices
twined in sinuous sheets
that no one sees
is superfluous suffering.
In the wake of things past,\'
(truly, profound insight in these lines)
July 15th, 2021 06:35
Blossom Tree
Fay Slimm. said:
Food to ponder on this tribute to how life is passed on when fade becomes change. I really agree that there are no endings.
July 14th, 2021 08:50
Fay Slimm. said:
Food to ponder on this tribute to how life is passed on when fade becomes change. I really agree that there are no endings.
July 14th, 2021 08:50
Blossom Tree
dusk arising said:
This is quite beautiful. Although I cannot answer the question posed. It is full of ripeness of life in it\'s asking.
The more I read it the more I like it, it has to go into my favourites.
July 14th, 2021 04:47
dusk arising said:
This is quite beautiful. Although I cannot answer the question posed. It is full of ripeness of life in it\'s asking.
The more I read it the more I like it, it has to go into my favourites.
July 14th, 2021 04:47
to fall
L. B. Mek said:
A truly Brilliant write!
Please forgive me
for hijacking your comments section, dear poet
I just wanted to take the opportunity to share
a concept or outlook on anxiety/dread/angst
I truly feel may be helpful...
(Kierkegaard\'s \'Angst\', worded so poetic:
\"freedom\'s Actuality as the possibility: of Possibility.\"
Kierkegaard uses the example of a man standing
on the edge of a tall building or cliff. When the man
looks over the edge, he experiences an aversion
to the Possibility of falling, but at the same time,
the man feels a terrifying impulse to throw himself
intentionally off the edge.
\'Whoever has learned *to be anxious in the right way,*
has learned the ultimate…
Anxiety is freedom\'s Possibility, and only such anxiety
is through *faith* \"{not necessarily religion, can easily be
faith in our own potential} absolutely educative, because
it consumes all finite ends
and discovers all their deceptiveness.)
July 13th, 2021 04:32
L. B. Mek said:
A truly Brilliant write!
Please forgive me
for hijacking your comments section, dear poet
I just wanted to take the opportunity to share
a concept or outlook on anxiety/dread/angst
I truly feel may be helpful...
(Kierkegaard\'s \'Angst\', worded so poetic:
\"freedom\'s Actuality as the possibility: of Possibility.\"
Kierkegaard uses the example of a man standing
on the edge of a tall building or cliff. When the man
looks over the edge, he experiences an aversion
to the Possibility of falling, but at the same time,
the man feels a terrifying impulse to throw himself
intentionally off the edge.
\'Whoever has learned *to be anxious in the right way,*
has learned the ultimate…
Anxiety is freedom\'s Possibility, and only such anxiety
is through *faith* \"{not necessarily religion, can easily be
faith in our own potential} absolutely educative, because
it consumes all finite ends
and discovers all their deceptiveness.)
July 13th, 2021 04:32
things given
L. B. Mek said:
yup, such a relatable read
and indeed, there\'s so much awaiting
when we dare to venture
and trust: in each other..
a wonderfully nostalgic feel to your write
made me reminisce, some long forgotten scenes
June 25th, 2021 06:02
L. B. Mek said:
yup, such a relatable read
and indeed, there\'s so much awaiting
when we dare to venture
and trust: in each other..
a wonderfully nostalgic feel to your write
made me reminisce, some long forgotten scenes
June 25th, 2021 06:02
things unsaid
L. B. Mek said:
a haphazard and very raw, write - by design
kinda like our feelings: when we first encounter them..
an intriguing read, thanks for sharing
June 25th, 2021 04:05
L. B. Mek said:
a haphazard and very raw, write - by design
kinda like our feelings: when we first encounter them..
an intriguing read, thanks for sharing
June 25th, 2021 04:05
do shells become sand?
L. B. Mek said:
I really like the philosophical angle
you\'ve weaved into this poem
that those hardened shells, evolved
to withstand the brutal force
of Nature\'s endless tears, may someday
succumb, to the sands of Time;
and that metaphorical connection, between
the defences people cultivate
to survive life\'s chaos, only to find ourselves
trapped in our cocoon of loneliness
hoping that the passing of time, will free us
back into those sands, where
eventually we all end-up, entwined together...
what a brilliantly unique perspective of life
wonderfully executed, a Great read!
June 24th, 2021 02:40
L. B. Mek said:
I really like the philosophical angle
you\'ve weaved into this poem
that those hardened shells, evolved
to withstand the brutal force
of Nature\'s endless tears, may someday
succumb, to the sands of Time;
and that metaphorical connection, between
the defences people cultivate
to survive life\'s chaos, only to find ourselves
trapped in our cocoon of loneliness
hoping that the passing of time, will free us
back into those sands, where
eventually we all end-up, entwined together...
what a brilliantly unique perspective of life
wonderfully executed, a Great read!
June 24th, 2021 02:40
do shells become sand?
Saxon Crow said:
Another beautifully exquisite poem Rebs
June 23rd, 2021 10:14
Saxon Crow said:
Another beautifully exquisite poem Rebs
June 23rd, 2021 10:14
Waiting for the Moon
Vijaya Bhanu Kote said:
A green meadow too appears dry when it it takes you away from the one you love.
Intense indeed.
June 22nd, 2021 04:11
Vijaya Bhanu Kote said:
A green meadow too appears dry when it it takes you away from the one you love.
Intense indeed.
June 22nd, 2021 04:11
Waiting for the Moon
L. B. Mek said:
\'No space between the trees for sound.\'
that\'s one of those lines we all wish we had written
a great read! dear poet
June 22nd, 2021 02:53
L. B. Mek said:
\'No space between the trees for sound.\'
that\'s one of those lines we all wish we had written
a great read! dear poet
June 22nd, 2021 02:53
Words #2
dusk arising said:
\"I sang for you
of moonless nights
and the call of the water.
When gone
only words remain\"
And what fine words you have found in your heart to compose this second to none poetry.
The few lines of yours i have captured above evoke such romantic loss and yearning.
June 15th, 2021 06:31
dusk arising said:
\"I sang for you
of moonless nights
and the call of the water.
When gone
only words remain\"
And what fine words you have found in your heart to compose this second to none poetry.
The few lines of yours i have captured above evoke such romantic loss and yearning.
June 15th, 2021 06:31
Words #2
Saxon Crow said:
Grrrrr! You keep coming up with litrle masterpieces! Faved
June 15th, 2021 05:58
Saxon Crow said:
Grrrrr! You keep coming up with litrle masterpieces! Faved
June 15th, 2021 05:58
Words #2
L. B. Mek said:
\'feeling the ache from your hurt heart
through the words of another man.
The book itself is so fragile
I fear it will crumble away in my
hands &
then the words will be lost
like petals bursting from
a soft, over-ripe flower.\'
(only words remain, so depressingly true..)
this reads so much like Ezra Pounds
\'the exile\'s letter\' (translated from Li Bai in Cathay)
the last few lines in that poems reads:
\'It is like the flowers falling at spring’s end,
Confused, whirled in a tangle.
What is the use of talking? And there is no end of talking—
There is no end of things in the heart.\'
June 15th, 2021 05:53
L. B. Mek said:
\'feeling the ache from your hurt heart
through the words of another man.
The book itself is so fragile
I fear it will crumble away in my
hands &
then the words will be lost
like petals bursting from
a soft, over-ripe flower.\'
(only words remain, so depressingly true..)
this reads so much like Ezra Pounds
\'the exile\'s letter\' (translated from Li Bai in Cathay)
the last few lines in that poems reads:
\'It is like the flowers falling at spring’s end,
Confused, whirled in a tangle.
What is the use of talking? And there is no end of talking—
There is no end of things in the heart.\'
June 15th, 2021 05:53
Self
L. B. Mek said:
cleverly done
an intriguing read to meditate over
thanks for sharing
June 15th, 2021 03:01
L. B. Mek said:
cleverly done
an intriguing read to meditate over
thanks for sharing
June 15th, 2021 03:01
Apart
SureshG said:
If we could only recognize ourselves and then reconcile, as you have poetically done here.
June 13th, 2021 13:44
SureshG said:
If we could only recognize ourselves and then reconcile, as you have poetically done here.
June 13th, 2021 13:44
the little she
SureshG said:
How does the world look to a newborn, with its kaleidoscope of images - maybe as your have so poemed - endless emotions
June 8th, 2021 11:59
SureshG said:
How does the world look to a newborn, with its kaleidoscope of images - maybe as your have so poemed - endless emotions
June 8th, 2021 11:59
the little she
Doggerel Dave said:
Not sure what this is about at all.
Context via comments definitely needed as per above entry.
June 7th, 2021 05:22
Doggerel Dave said:
Not sure what this is about at all.
Context via comments definitely needed as per above entry.
June 7th, 2021 05:22
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