The Wonder
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Comment from amada
I like your line "lonely as a poem unread..." wow! what a great metaphor, dear friend. So I am putting a little light in here and reading your beautiful work about these falling leaves.
reply by the author on 26-Oct-2015
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I like your line "lonely as a poem unread..." wow! what a great metaphor, dear friend. So I am putting a little light in here and reading your beautiful work about these falling leaves.
Comment Written 26-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 26-Oct-2015
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i love it when I wow you Beautiful...Thank you Sweetheart. Big love to you...Michael
Comment from Ricky1024
Nice work as always imagery was quite find definite level was quite immense never a moment of sacrifice never a moment of pretend avast as the last leave of absence lonely as a poem not sent a letter not read and Call never replied the day you died delirious No healing appetite never satisfied hunger never fed starve to death and left for dead silent forever is a burning lullaby thanks for that till next time yours truly Ricky 10:24 the greatest modern mad poet during these latter days
reply by the author on 26-Oct-2015
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Nice work as always imagery was quite find definite level was quite immense never a moment of sacrifice never a moment of pretend avast as the last leave of absence lonely as a poem not sent a letter not read and Call never replied the day you died delirious No healing appetite never satisfied hunger never fed starve to death and left for dead silent forever is a burning lullaby thanks for that till next time yours truly Ricky 10:24 the greatest modern mad poet during these latter days
Comment Written 26-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 26-Oct-2015
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lol.....the Van Gogh of Poetic pilgrimage....how are ya Sir...-smile- I thought the Mormons were "Saints" now they've gone "mad scientist"...? times are a changing 10-24. they arrrrre a changing. I been thinking bout doing some tunnelling myself...puts some earth between me and "them" getting so's i cant stand to be around em' anymore. anyway, I'm trying to follow the 'ten commandments" as best I can...so the distance is for the best. Nut a Bro, the Rams horn of Jericho sounds soon. 10-4 love Michael
Comment from Teri7
This is a great write you have done my friend. It is a time when I wish I had six stars for you. Great wording and I love the imagery you provided. Hugs, Teri
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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This is a great write you have done my friend. It is a time when I wish I had six stars for you. Great wording and I love the imagery you provided. Hugs, Teri
Comment Written 25-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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Hello Whipperwillow...-smile-...ah well i got one already, i'm good to go....lol...ah thank you Dear...pleased you enjoyed. love Michael
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Big bear squeeze back at ya...-smile-
Comment from Gloria ....
Michael, I absolutely adore this entire presentation. The blowing wind and the bike really sets a melancholy, yet hopeful tone for me.
Empty as superficial fools. I've sometimes wondered how would one know if they were superficial, or is that only an observation and judgement left for outside observers? It's possible to be quite satisfied with oneself and yet as shallow as top soil.
Yes if one is starved of nutritious food, eating copious amounts of it will do nothing to nourish the body, mind or soul. Of course it must be fuel appropriate for the mechanism/organism it feeds.
Love that line, lonely as a poem unread. I actually cherish my poems that have never been read.
Lovely read my friend.
Gloria
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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Michael, I absolutely adore this entire presentation. The blowing wind and the bike really sets a melancholy, yet hopeful tone for me.
Empty as superficial fools. I've sometimes wondered how would one know if they were superficial, or is that only an observation and judgement left for outside observers? It's possible to be quite satisfied with oneself and yet as shallow as top soil.
Yes if one is starved of nutritious food, eating copious amounts of it will do nothing to nourish the body, mind or soul. Of course it must be fuel appropriate for the mechanism/organism it feeds.
Love that line, lonely as a poem unread. I actually cherish my poems that have never been read.
Lovely read my friend.
Gloria
Comment Written 25-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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Hey G...-smile- what's up in the hood...haha. Ahh thank you Dear....its raining around here, last two days has been a ah -handtwirl- a natural progression shall we say, into the grey cloud of deep depression. So I write...instead of jumping out of windows...anymore. -smile- Oh, ah genuine question...lets see...I think sometimes we...maybe even always at least once...ah reach for something thought to be worth more or offers a wider girth in greener grass...just to obtain a yearning with a long shadows cast....anyway, suns coming out tomorrow tomorrow, i checked with Annie. love Michael
Comment from jlsavell
Good rainy afternoon Michael,
For me, rain is soothing and it begs a nap, but not without reviewing some poetry first.
Good poetry evokes the reader to return time and time again. It isn't like a newspaper to be read and tossed in the trash, yet it is like a fine painting in a museum where one visits and stands to ponder not only its finesse and beauty but, also, its message. It is to be hung on the wall of the readers mind, at least the reader who appreciates real poetry. Once again, I am going to break down each stanza which culminates on the repeat of the opening driving home the message the narrator wishes to convey.
We are such tennis players in this game of entertainment and understanding. Poets are not necessarily out to win the match but what they are out for is for the return to have impact and a sign that the player can return the ball with as much force and finesse as was propelled toward him.
So I will break it down starting with the title "Hunger's Measurement" The title is always a telling sign of things to come in the body of the work. This can be interpreted to mean a relative or subjective journey of spiritual nourishment. Hunger for and or fulfillment of depends on need and perspective, such as love and physical food, except for spiritual. Man, all mankind has an inherent need for a spiritual nourishment, regardless of their belief system. "Regardless" is the operative word. Let me expound. It matters not that one does not believe in the Judeo-Christian way of thinking. One can have other belief systems from Buddha to Hindu; or not a belief system at all concerning ritual and doctrines. One could be atheist or agnostic, but regardless, I guarantee you they all have a belief system dealing with the age old questions of mankind's purpose and all have an answer. Why, because each and everyone of them have searched for what makes sense to them. It is inherent and indicative of the one thing which separates man from the animal kingdom. We all ask.. 'What is our purpose and why are we here.
first stanza.. attention grabber and worth its weight in gold..
empty as a superficial fool
delirious forages famished for food
delicious left to starve to death
I expounded earlier. Often though things or doctrines or belief systems sound right up the individuals alley, they are still left with many questions regarding mankind's purpose. So it may tickle their ears, but it is like all that sweet sugar we consume, it is delicious but it doesn't help our bodies, it starves it.
supernatural's hunger provider give ear to prayer
fill Your boys bowl overflow once more
Father this orphaned porridge gorgeous full
precious as nourishments picnic basket
restore healthy diets appetite...feed me fast
for slowly waves so long to September's last leaf of absence
these two stanzas are potent and speaks of the intense spiritual disposition of the narrator. He never takes for granted the continual need for life giving food, manna from heaven, which is never threatened by season's while but only by mankind's apathy.
this is the stanza which evokes me to study further
lonely as a poem unread
feather resting on a call from home too far from
whatever was said...I didn't understand
perhaps mankind does not recognize this inherent need as a gift from God and most often is ignored and not even recognized. A lonely poem read or unread cannot be ascertained if it is not reflected upon with humble heart and an insatiable mind for understanding our purpose in life. One will never understand unless their mind and their heart are open to receive what is given freely and without judgement. A food which can be as life-giving as physical nourishment." A feather resting from a call so far from home" succinct and powerful line. In the grand scheme of things, we are but a floating feather tossed to the wind and so far from home until... we, as individuals seek to understand our purpose and our meaning through diligent search of truth.
The last stanza wraps the work up in emphasizing we all have a spiritual need and our hunger can only be satisfied if we find that manna from heaven and accept it as the sustenance for eternal life. Perhaps only a fool will continue with the sugar which fills the belly but does not sustain real life physically or spiritually.
Again a beautiful work. If I am not on the right track, please be kind.
Much love and respect my good and wonderful friend..
Jimi
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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Good rainy afternoon Michael,
For me, rain is soothing and it begs a nap, but not without reviewing some poetry first.
Good poetry evokes the reader to return time and time again. It isn't like a newspaper to be read and tossed in the trash, yet it is like a fine painting in a museum where one visits and stands to ponder not only its finesse and beauty but, also, its message. It is to be hung on the wall of the readers mind, at least the reader who appreciates real poetry. Once again, I am going to break down each stanza which culminates on the repeat of the opening driving home the message the narrator wishes to convey.
We are such tennis players in this game of entertainment and understanding. Poets are not necessarily out to win the match but what they are out for is for the return to have impact and a sign that the player can return the ball with as much force and finesse as was propelled toward him.
So I will break it down starting with the title "Hunger's Measurement" The title is always a telling sign of things to come in the body of the work. This can be interpreted to mean a relative or subjective journey of spiritual nourishment. Hunger for and or fulfillment of depends on need and perspective, such as love and physical food, except for spiritual. Man, all mankind has an inherent need for a spiritual nourishment, regardless of their belief system. "Regardless" is the operative word. Let me expound. It matters not that one does not believe in the Judeo-Christian way of thinking. One can have other belief systems from Buddha to Hindu; or not a belief system at all concerning ritual and doctrines. One could be atheist or agnostic, but regardless, I guarantee you they all have a belief system dealing with the age old questions of mankind's purpose and all have an answer. Why, because each and everyone of them have searched for what makes sense to them. It is inherent and indicative of the one thing which separates man from the animal kingdom. We all ask.. 'What is our purpose and why are we here.
first stanza.. attention grabber and worth its weight in gold..
empty as a superficial fool
delirious forages famished for food
delicious left to starve to death
I expounded earlier. Often though things or doctrines or belief systems sound right up the individuals alley, they are still left with many questions regarding mankind's purpose. So it may tickle their ears, but it is like all that sweet sugar we consume, it is delicious but it doesn't help our bodies, it starves it.
supernatural's hunger provider give ear to prayer
fill Your boys bowl overflow once more
Father this orphaned porridge gorgeous full
precious as nourishments picnic basket
restore healthy diets appetite...feed me fast
for slowly waves so long to September's last leaf of absence
these two stanzas are potent and speaks of the intense spiritual disposition of the narrator. He never takes for granted the continual need for life giving food, manna from heaven, which is never threatened by season's while but only by mankind's apathy.
this is the stanza which evokes me to study further
lonely as a poem unread
feather resting on a call from home too far from
whatever was said...I didn't understand
perhaps mankind does not recognize this inherent need as a gift from God and most often is ignored and not even recognized. A lonely poem read or unread cannot be ascertained if it is not reflected upon with humble heart and an insatiable mind for understanding our purpose in life. One will never understand unless their mind and their heart are open to receive what is given freely and without judgement. A food which can be as life-giving as physical nourishment." A feather resting from a call so far from home" succinct and powerful line. In the grand scheme of things, we are but a floating feather tossed to the wind and so far from home until... we, as individuals seek to understand our purpose and our meaning through diligent search of truth.
The last stanza wraps the work up in emphasizing we all have a spiritual need and our hunger can only be satisfied if we find that manna from heaven and accept it as the sustenance for eternal life. Perhaps only a fool will continue with the sugar which fills the belly but does not sustain real life physically or spiritually.
Again a beautiful work. If I am not on the right track, please be kind.
Much love and respect my good and wonderful friend..
Jimi
Comment Written 25-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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sometimes are created unaware they'd be remembered cherished so far sometimes still creates in seconds unaware....-headtilt-...I think. _smile-... Jimi you bless me as always. I sure am glad someone thinks me worth all that ink.Big love Michael
Comment from Joan E.
My, my--you are in prolific mode and you selected quite a surreal, animated picture to accompany your words. I admired your tercets and alliteration of "f's". Your "lone as a poem unread" is a memorable simile. Big cheers- Joan
July 30, 2016
Here's another poem I didn't get an alert for, but I was glad to see it getting more coverage. Hugs and happy Sunday when it arrives- Joan
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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My, my--you are in prolific mode and you selected quite a surreal, animated picture to accompany your words. I admired your tercets and alliteration of "f's". Your "lone as a poem unread" is a memorable simile. Big cheers- Joan
July 30, 2016
Here's another poem I didn't get an alert for, but I was glad to see it getting more coverage. Hugs and happy Sunday when it arrives- Joan
Comment Written 25-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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Hey J...-smile- Well thank you Dear...just messing around a lil' bit. yea I'm full of allteration thats foresure...-smile-...love Michael
Comment from IndianaIrish
Hey there, Michael James! How the heck are you these days? Autumn always seems like such a short season, but it's so beautiful with sensory overload. Great picture with falling leaves, perf ct music from one of my favorite Irishmen, and your poem full of metaphoric ponderings and perspectives that can only come from the poetic master. How are you?
Smiles,
Karyn :-)
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reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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Hey there, Michael James! How the heck are you these days? Autumn always seems like such a short season, but it's so beautiful with sensory overload. Great picture with falling leaves, perf ct music from one of my favorite Irishmen, and your poem full of metaphoric ponderings and perspectives that can only come from the poetic master. How are you?
Smiles,
Karyn :-)
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Comment Written 25-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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like you care Karyn...all wrapped up in fan-faciststory, you have no time for me. Dictatorship is all consuming K...I get it. I'm one of the lil' people..a peasant. un-pleasent has finally found me, while you ignore my constant whining...whatever, I dont really care either............lol ah sorry just couldn't help it. love you girl Michael
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Fan- fascistory? I'm glad you get it, because I sure don't! But I don't get lots of things. Take care, Michael.
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giggy giggy goo's are meant to tickle you Karyn. Its obvious your sense of humor needs to be sharpened...fortunately I've brought my stone...-smile-...I was kidding Karyn...easy girl easy-
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My humor is great...LOL I just didn't recognize yours this time...No Michael winks or smiles or head shaking. I thought you were serious...sorry. If you wanna sharpen me up, feel free. I could use a tune-up :-)
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Oh God thank you...ta KARYN!...quit freaking me out....lol...sheeeez
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There he is! There's the Michael I know! Woo hoo! You freaked me out, too! :-)
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I'm sorry I was just trying to be a smartass....ya know make you feel comfortable -headtilt-...do you remember me...? lol
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I'll always remember you, Michael...c'mon you know that!
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well I certainly hope so we were almost married once.....lol...goodnight Dear-
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Lmaoooooo. Sleep happy :-)
Comment from His Grayness
Michael is a master of abstraction and complex perspectives! This writing and presentation of artwork is compelling and challenging all at the same time as I'm sure was intended by this author who never delivers thought without a commitment for deep consideration from the reader. Amazing talent here and no suggestions to improve this in any way. well...only that he visits me soon! HIS GRAYNESS: Vance
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reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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Michael is a master of abstraction and complex perspectives! This writing and presentation of artwork is compelling and challenging all at the same time as I'm sure was intended by this author who never delivers thought without a commitment for deep consideration from the reader. Amazing talent here and no suggestions to improve this in any way. well...only that he visits me soon! HIS GRAYNESS: Vance
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Comment Written 25-Oct-2015
reply by the author on 25-Oct-2015
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yea that Michaelcahill's just...just -handsupintheairallgoofy- awesome....I've heard I've heard...his wake creates a big whoop whoopy do...-shouldershrug-...what do you want me to do...cheerlead...? look theres always a new kid in town...and I'm always him....lol....ahhaha...thanks man. love Arch angel-
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Always room in my life for any angels, with or without arches! Even them flatfooted one's is welcome! Yup! Vance
