Comments received on poems by Teddy.15
Party Animal
Cassie58 said:
A fun poem Teddy which brought back some memories of times gone by. Happy Saturday to you.
February 24th, 2024 14:57
Cassie58 said:
A fun poem Teddy which brought back some memories of times gone by. Happy Saturday to you.
February 24th, 2024 14:57
Party Animal
Thoughtless said:
You might like the series Hazbin in Hell. Who knows? I know about burning midnight oil, though.
Exhaustion, whew! Know that feeling. Especially when I used to read by kerosene lamp.
February 24th, 2024 14:49
Thoughtless said:
You might like the series Hazbin in Hell. Who knows? I know about burning midnight oil, though.
Exhaustion, whew! Know that feeling. Especially when I used to read by kerosene lamp.
February 24th, 2024 14:49
Party Animal
Accidental Poet said:
I\'m quite certain I know nothing of such an animal. 😉
February 24th, 2024 14:37
Accidental Poet said:
I\'m quite certain I know nothing of such an animal. 😉
February 24th, 2024 14:37
The Greatest Love Album Ever Written
sorenbarrett said:
\"a broken heart only needs
that one last sip
just enough to numb
the excruciating pain
that comes with loss
whilst giving company to my brokenness\"
A great stanza here. Identifiable for anyone that has suffered loss of any type. Loved it.
February 24th, 2024 08:52
sorenbarrett said:
\"a broken heart only needs
that one last sip
just enough to numb
the excruciating pain
that comes with loss
whilst giving company to my brokenness\"
A great stanza here. Identifiable for anyone that has suffered loss of any type. Loved it.
February 24th, 2024 08:52
Breakfast Surprise
Goldfinch60 said:
What a big egg for breakfast this morning Teddy. LOL
Andy
February 24th, 2024 02:42
Goldfinch60 said:
What a big egg for breakfast this morning Teddy. LOL
Andy
February 24th, 2024 02:42
Breakfast Surprise
Bella Shepard said:
I\'m dying to know, scrambled or fried. Poor Humpty, but lucky utensils. Love the poem, love the pic, love the poet!
February 23rd, 2024 15:24
Bella Shepard said:
I\'m dying to know, scrambled or fried. Poor Humpty, but lucky utensils. Love the poem, love the pic, love the poet!
February 23rd, 2024 15:24
Breakfast Surprise
Accidental Poet said:
I\'ll take mine with bacon, taters and wheat toast please. Oh, and a glass of orange juice too. Thanks Teddy, this brightened up my day. 🌞👍
February 23rd, 2024 10:12
Accidental Poet said:
I\'ll take mine with bacon, taters and wheat toast please. Oh, and a glass of orange juice too. Thanks Teddy, this brightened up my day. 🌞👍
February 23rd, 2024 10:12
Breakfast Surprise
sorenbarrett said:
Appetizing. but I thought that the dish had run away with the spoon. Did the spoon come back for an encore performance? A most fun read Teddy
February 23rd, 2024 05:01
sorenbarrett said:
Appetizing. but I thought that the dish had run away with the spoon. Did the spoon come back for an encore performance? A most fun read Teddy
February 23rd, 2024 05:01
From where the wild roses grow
Garth Rakumakoe said:
Loaded with meaning and poetic mastery... A heavy piece, delivered just right!
February 23rd, 2024 04:41
Garth Rakumakoe said:
Loaded with meaning and poetic mastery... A heavy piece, delivered just right!
February 23rd, 2024 04:41
Maniac
sorenbarrett said:
Seductive, alluring, haunting in a way, I hear a sirens call. Short but so powerfully packed with imagery leading one\'s imagination expanding on the original work filling in what is not said. A true sign of a wonderful work that lingers long after the read is done. Kudos for the courage to write on a risque\' topic with such class and skill.
February 22nd, 2024 13:17
sorenbarrett said:
Seductive, alluring, haunting in a way, I hear a sirens call. Short but so powerfully packed with imagery leading one\'s imagination expanding on the original work filling in what is not said. A true sign of a wonderful work that lingers long after the read is done. Kudos for the courage to write on a risque\' topic with such class and skill.
February 22nd, 2024 13:17
Maniac
Accidental Poet said:
I believe I\'ve encountered this person before. I barely escaped. 🤔
February 22nd, 2024 10:17
Accidental Poet said:
I believe I\'ve encountered this person before. I barely escaped. 🤔
February 22nd, 2024 10:17
From where the wild roses grow
Accidental Poet said:
If I could be but a rose at the side of my parents, I shall bloom every day and rest peacefully at night. (inspired by you Teddy 😉)
February 22nd, 2024 10:07
Accidental Poet said:
If I could be but a rose at the side of my parents, I shall bloom every day and rest peacefully at night. (inspired by you Teddy 😉)
February 22nd, 2024 10:07
Maniac
Doggerel Dave said:
Pass. I\'ve never been fond of a pretzel as the last one was followed by an extraordinary large dental bill after I got my indigestion under control, (half a box of antiacid tablets it took) and I really can\'t afford another and I\'m trying to loose weight so the bendy bit isn\'t going to work for me, plus the thought of her dirty feet is a little teensy bit of a turn off and.........
February 22nd, 2024 07:53
Doggerel Dave said:
Pass. I\'ve never been fond of a pretzel as the last one was followed by an extraordinary large dental bill after I got my indigestion under control, (half a box of antiacid tablets it took) and I really can\'t afford another and I\'m trying to loose weight so the bendy bit isn\'t going to work for me, plus the thought of her dirty feet is a little teensy bit of a turn off and.........
February 22nd, 2024 07:53
Maniac
Neville said:
do you have her co-ordinates by any chance .. am askin for a friend .. 🌹
February 22nd, 2024 04:41
Neville said:
do you have her co-ordinates by any chance .. am askin for a friend .. 🌹
February 22nd, 2024 04:41
From where the wild roses grow
Goldfinch60 said:
Such emotive words Teddy.
Andy
February 22nd, 2024 02:41
Goldfinch60 said:
Such emotive words Teddy.
Andy
February 22nd, 2024 02:41
From where the wild roses grow
Tom Dylan said:
A reflective and thought-provoking poem, Teddy. Really well done.
February 22nd, 2024 02:32
Tom Dylan said:
A reflective and thought-provoking poem, Teddy. Really well done.
February 22nd, 2024 02:32
From where the wild roses grow
Doggerel Dave said:
A wee bit enigmatic, this one if I may say so, Teddy.
If there\'s a call, then I\'m not listening. I shall go in my own sweet time.
But the combination of visual (you have a way of always finding some great pics) and some words which group in great order, work well together even if..........
February 21st, 2024 23:16
Doggerel Dave said:
A wee bit enigmatic, this one if I may say so, Teddy.
If there\'s a call, then I\'m not listening. I shall go in my own sweet time.
But the combination of visual (you have a way of always finding some great pics) and some words which group in great order, work well together even if..........
February 21st, 2024 23:16
From where the wild roses grow
Soman Ragavan said:
My comments on the poem \"From where the wild roses grow” by Teddy.15
--The title “…wild roses…” The roses are wild ones, not ones planted and tended by people. It’s often a lonely life while alive; it is certainly lonely in the grave. Few graves are tended. By and large, flowers grow wild there.
--The poet has noticed something terrific, striking : those newly entering the grave are in fact called in by those already there. The departed need company. They call forth the ones still alive out there. It is a call that can be resisted for some time or even for a long time. But, finally, the moment arrives.
--“…the underside of roses…” : the view from under the roses. The view is not only that of the soil but of the departed sleeping down there. The call is a silent one. It is never heard but it sure takes effect when the time comes.
--“…missed by those already there…” : a very poetic turn of phrase, words as only a genuine poet comes up with. The departed, living in eternal peace, want company. They call the ones still scraping along over ground. They want some reunion, which takes place finally.
About life and death in general, we can quote from my poem “The gravedigger” written on 13 July, 1995 :
“Down to their last breath, the living maul each other :
Yonder, the ashes of the dead mingle and swirl together.
Some final speech at the funeral, by the graveside :
\'Tis enough to wipe the slate clean, on each side.
Down to their very bones, the living spurn one another :
Yonder, the bones of the dead silently rub and rot together.
The creepy crawlies vulgarly do we swat off the living :
Now, with pleasure, at leisure, on the dead be they dining….”
“Yonder, the ashes of the dead mingle and swirl together….” : at an open air crematorium, where wood is used, some ashes remain and get mixed up with the ashes of the next cremation….
“…wipe the slate clean…” : the ones making the funeral speeches might have fought with the person who just died.
“…silent rub and rot together…” the bones of the newly-buried and the ones already there.
Soman Ragavan. 22 February, 2024.
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February 21st, 2024 20:35
Soman Ragavan said:
My comments on the poem \"From where the wild roses grow” by Teddy.15
--The title “…wild roses…” The roses are wild ones, not ones planted and tended by people. It’s often a lonely life while alive; it is certainly lonely in the grave. Few graves are tended. By and large, flowers grow wild there.
--The poet has noticed something terrific, striking : those newly entering the grave are in fact called in by those already there. The departed need company. They call forth the ones still alive out there. It is a call that can be resisted for some time or even for a long time. But, finally, the moment arrives.
--“…the underside of roses…” : the view from under the roses. The view is not only that of the soil but of the departed sleeping down there. The call is a silent one. It is never heard but it sure takes effect when the time comes.
--“…missed by those already there…” : a very poetic turn of phrase, words as only a genuine poet comes up with. The departed, living in eternal peace, want company. They call the ones still scraping along over ground. They want some reunion, which takes place finally.
About life and death in general, we can quote from my poem “The gravedigger” written on 13 July, 1995 :
“Down to their last breath, the living maul each other :
Yonder, the ashes of the dead mingle and swirl together.
Some final speech at the funeral, by the graveside :
\'Tis enough to wipe the slate clean, on each side.
Down to their very bones, the living spurn one another :
Yonder, the bones of the dead silently rub and rot together.
The creepy crawlies vulgarly do we swat off the living :
Now, with pleasure, at leisure, on the dead be they dining….”
“Yonder, the ashes of the dead mingle and swirl together….” : at an open air crematorium, where wood is used, some ashes remain and get mixed up with the ashes of the next cremation….
“…wipe the slate clean…” : the ones making the funeral speeches might have fought with the person who just died.
“…silent rub and rot together…” the bones of the newly-buried and the ones already there.
Soman Ragavan. 22 February, 2024.
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February 21st, 2024 20:35
From where the wild roses grow
Thomas W Case said:
Wow!!! Stunningly powerful.
February 21st, 2024 16:02
Thomas W Case said:
Wow!!! Stunningly powerful.
February 21st, 2024 16:02
From where the wild roses grow
Neville said:
only with the aid of much smoke and a correctly angled mirror did everything clear and allow me to see the beauty contained herein .. 🌹🌹
February 21st, 2024 12:41
Neville said:
only with the aid of much smoke and a correctly angled mirror did everything clear and allow me to see the beauty contained herein .. 🌹🌹
February 21st, 2024 12:41
In The Yesterdays Of Love Itself.
sorenbarrett said:
I have little faith but one thing I do believe is that everything happens for the best. Even if not true the belief in this keeps regrets, bitterness, anger and hatred away. So in it\'s belief one is \"saved\" Great poem Teddy and one that hit close to the heart
February 21st, 2024 10:02
sorenbarrett said:
I have little faith but one thing I do believe is that everything happens for the best. Even if not true the belief in this keeps regrets, bitterness, anger and hatred away. So in it\'s belief one is \"saved\" Great poem Teddy and one that hit close to the heart
February 21st, 2024 10:02
And The Winner Is?
Goldfinch60 said:
Yes Teddy being able to laugh at oneself will always give us something to laugh about.
Fine words but they only came second behind my poem, sorry. LOL
Andy
February 21st, 2024 02:18
Goldfinch60 said:
Yes Teddy being able to laugh at oneself will always give us something to laugh about.
Fine words but they only came second behind my poem, sorry. LOL
Andy
February 21st, 2024 02:18
And The Winner Is?
Accidental Poet said:
Well of course the winner is you Teddy. You and your Muse. 😉👍
February 20th, 2024 10:19
Accidental Poet said:
Well of course the winner is you Teddy. You and your Muse. 😉👍
February 20th, 2024 10:19
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