lmfao....u ass is crazy....u r genius for this damn piece and how you formatted the whole wordplay. i dont kno what it is about your poetry but every time i read somethin my damn face smiles like this man is so damn sick with his pen....and this was just another reminder of why i make a daily visit to your page..
Commented on the poem "If I Hurt You" on 11/20/09 at 02:11 PM
omg.........)( hugs, this was so sad....if its meant to be shell come back....this made my heart hurt...
Commented on the poem "DEFEATED" on 11/20/09 at 01:57 PM
very good write, you really feel the internal struggle in this piece...like what should i do....like how you pulled that off...
Commented on the poem "TODAY I CRIED" on 11/20/09 at 01:54 PM
awww...i have so been here, sometimes letting the tears flow really helps..it sucks so bad when you dont know why you feel so blue....have had alot of these moments..great write
shi this was extremely seductive and creative, the way the you infused the mathematics into it and used it in the structure of your piece....very creative...i know that mav is gonna love this one!! excellent write
Wooden Bowls - Author Unknow
July 28, 2009 at 02:29 PM
I read this and it hit a spot in my heart.....
A frail old man lived with his son, his daughter-in-law, and his four-year-old grandson. His eyes were blurry, his hands trembled, and his step faltered.
The family would eat together nightly at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon, dropping to the floor. When he grasped his glass of milk, it often spilled clumsily at the tablecloth.
With this happening almost every night, the son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
"We must do something about grandfather," said the son.
"I've had enough of his milk spilling, noisy eating and food on the floor," the daughter-in-law agreed.
So the couple set a small table at the corner.
There, grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed their dinner at the dinner table. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in wooden bowls. Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather's direction, he had a tear in his eye as he ate alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening, before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly: "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy replied, "Oh, I'm making a little bowl for you and mama to eat your food from when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
These words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears streamed down their cheeks. Though no words were spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening, the husband took grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days, grandfather ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk was spilled or the table cloth was soiled.
"People that you love should not be looked at as a nuisance...as time passes everything grows weak and frail..its a part of life...that 360 cycle..We should embrace and enjoy the time we have on earth here with loved ones...No matter what their faults or inabilities may be...you never know when you wont be able to enjoy their company anymore and will only be left with memories..Make memories worth remembering"
Showcase Your Poem
You left 3604 poem comments 
Commented on the poem "A REPROPBATE NUMBER, DESERVES A REPROBATE WRITE..." on 11/20/09 at 03:36 PM
