Earthbound
thine eyes disprove the sky’s own blue
rivaling even the depth thereof
and filled with stars more so than heaven
i am smitten by hypnotic forces there
and may not turn away or go
this wretched mortal soul cannot compete
with angels of the universe who seek your hand
to fly with you upon the solar winds of time
while here I tarry evermore
earthbound
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Lovely, William
There is such an ethereal quality to your poems - almost spiritual. Really nice. I'm glad to see you here. I was disappointed when you left the other site. Divena is also disappointed - she was on this site and changed. She is my on-line friend.
Due to my visual problem, I will not be commenting (nor reading) as much as I'd like. But I will look for your poems and try my best!
joyce (Joyce on the other site)
Thank you!
Your kind comment is appreciated, Joyce.
I grew weary at the Cafe of being chastized by an elite poets society. I write for enjoyment, not to be certain that my poems meet some arbitrary format. I am not an educated man, and care not a whit for the protocol of the 'puffed-up', thus have I departed several different blog sites, this one included.... but I decided to return here for a bit.
Please feel free to let Divena know my new email address (theoldvet1@live.com) should she want it.
Warm regards,
Frenchy (william lamebull)
William
Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.com
You have a very well and pointed manner in which you speak your heart and tell what your eyes see. Not many can even see the beauty around them not much put it into words as well you do. I hope you stay here for awhile. I can understand how you feel with the "elite poets" telling how to write a poem. I hope you can appreicate this write of mine:
"The Critical Poetry Forum"
The welcome matte is placed before
each and everyone,
to bring your works of poetry
if you want them “done”.
Punctuation is a must,
God forbid a word’s misspelled.
Rhyming without meter
in the trash your poem’s propelled.
Moderators read your poem
with ego’s big as mountains.
The bullshit coming from their mouths
it spews from them like fountains.
Never again will I endure
their frustration, pain and doubt.
I’d rather sit alone at home
and suffer with my gout.
Ronald J. Edwards
Your Poem/comment
This poem hits right on target, my friend; I share your every line therin! As an old man I have weathered in frustration the pompous attitudes of those who imagine themselves somehow above we lowly 'wannabe' poets.
I care not a whit for their arbitrary and foolish formulas for the 'proper' writing of a poem. As a high school drop out I suppose my punctuation often suffers (but thank God for spell-check on the computer)!
Warm regards,
Lamebull
MY God!
You write so beautifully. not sure i have ever read anything like this. its brilliant.
i will be reading more of your poems. thank you
Linda