Comments received on poems by Teddy.15
Party Animal
rhmn_7 said:
That\'s what you call rising from the ashes. Nice poem!
February 25th, 2024 09:04
rhmn_7 said:
That\'s what you call rising from the ashes. Nice poem!
February 25th, 2024 09:04
It Is I Who Loves Thee More Than The Sun
rhmn_7 said:
Now that is a love worth living over and over again.
February 25th, 2024 07:59
rhmn_7 said:
Now that is a love worth living over and over again.
February 25th, 2024 07:59
It Is I Who Loves Thee More Than The Sun
Cassie58 said:
Dear Teddy, now this is a sonnet to top all sonnets. I know how difficult they are to compose because I have dabbled myself. You have given your readers a love poem here of incredible depth and beauty. I can’t praise it enough. 🌹
February 25th, 2024 07:28
Cassie58 said:
Dear Teddy, now this is a sonnet to top all sonnets. I know how difficult they are to compose because I have dabbled myself. You have given your readers a love poem here of incredible depth and beauty. I can’t praise it enough. 🌹
February 25th, 2024 07:28
It Is I Who Loves Thee More Than The Sun
Cloie said:
Your poem beautifully expresses a deep and passionate love, comparing it to the intensity of the sun and the beauty of nature. The imagery of fiery eyes and golden locks evokes a sense of awe and admiration. The poem also touches on the theme of forgiveness and the importance of cherishing each day. The final lines convey a sense of eternal love and devotion, promising to continue loving even in the face of darkness.
February 25th, 2024 06:09
Cloie said:
Your poem beautifully expresses a deep and passionate love, comparing it to the intensity of the sun and the beauty of nature. The imagery of fiery eyes and golden locks evokes a sense of awe and admiration. The poem also touches on the theme of forgiveness and the importance of cherishing each day. The final lines convey a sense of eternal love and devotion, promising to continue loving even in the face of darkness.
February 25th, 2024 06:09
It Is I Who Loves Thee More Than The Sun
Neville said:
Perfectly executed Teddy .. I must again confess you are far braver than I .. and for some sad reason, you made me think about our dear old Dusk Arising .. 🌹
February 25th, 2024 05:52
Neville said:
Perfectly executed Teddy .. I must again confess you are far braver than I .. and for some sad reason, you made me think about our dear old Dusk Arising .. 🌹
February 25th, 2024 05:52
It Is I Who Loves Thee More Than The Sun
Doggerel Dave said:
As Soren so rightly points out, You are up there with, I\'ll say, the bard of Stratford-upon-Avon, Teddy.
And this coming from someone with a general antipathy for love poetry.....
February 25th, 2024 05:09
Doggerel Dave said:
As Soren so rightly points out, You are up there with, I\'ll say, the bard of Stratford-upon-Avon, Teddy.
And this coming from someone with a general antipathy for love poetry.....
February 25th, 2024 05:09
It Is I Who Loves Thee More Than The Sun
sorenbarrett said:
Teddy this holds such a classical feel. I hear Browning in this somehow. Romantic to the core. I love this one. So many good lines from the first stanza on.
\"Dusk until dawn, to your love I have clung
Dreaming of a world that sing songs unsung
I, who dies in the forest of your heart
It’s I whom will die in the forest dark\"
There is deep meaning in these lines of obsession and facing the cold of being ignored or rejected.
February 25th, 2024 04:59
sorenbarrett said:
Teddy this holds such a classical feel. I hear Browning in this somehow. Romantic to the core. I love this one. So many good lines from the first stanza on.
\"Dusk until dawn, to your love I have clung
Dreaming of a world that sing songs unsung
I, who dies in the forest of your heart
It’s I whom will die in the forest dark\"
There is deep meaning in these lines of obsession and facing the cold of being ignored or rejected.
February 25th, 2024 04:59
Party Animal
Doggerel Dave said:
I do believe you may have made a typo here, Teddy.
I\'m pretty sure it\'s \'cobblers\', as I believe you are far too canny for that......
February 24th, 2024 18:17
Doggerel Dave said:
I do believe you may have made a typo here, Teddy.
I\'m pretty sure it\'s \'cobblers\', as I believe you are far too canny for that......
February 24th, 2024 18:17
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
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
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
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
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