Tan Pratonix

Freshman - 964 Points (Triolet, Mauritius)

Comments about Tan Pratonix

  • Gold Star - 15,195 Points Pamela Sinicrope (9/11/2015 6:57:00 AM)

    A true talent. I look forward to reading more poems.

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  • Rookie - 313 Points Adryan Rotica (4/18/2006 1:19:00 AM)

    Rising up, from out of the garbage....is TAN....Your words are elegant....a long way away...from the flies~!

  • Rookie Elisabeth Hines (4/12/2006 12:50:00 AM)

    I felt like I was there watching horses and feeling the wind!

    Way to go!


  • Rookie - 0 Points Jeannette Broere (4/10/2006 12:06:00 PM)

    I have read a few of your poems, they look sometimes really adult for a 17 year old one!
    The two worlds of man would be my favorite!
    I am myself most of the time writing just for special occasiony's and since a few months allso for my own.
    Would be nice if you comment mine's allso! !
    Hope you will take your pen again to write....look wat will happen...

  • Rookie Emma Beverage (2/17/2006 9:58:00 AM)

    Very nice poem with an uplifting rhythm and very good rhyming. To the person that could not figure out the mention of the horses, I copied those lines so I could comment:
    'But only one vast stretch of blue
    Where foamy horses run.'
    I could be wrong, but that made me feel that you were talking about the ocean and the horses were the way the waves foam and break. Very nice imagery.

  • Rookie - 7 Points Max Reif (2/13/2006 9:17:00 AM)

    I tell you: I've read, enjoyed, loved many poems and poets here at Poemhunter. But it's never occurred to me, somehow, to download, print out, and carry around with me the 'complete works' e-book of anyone-until today, when I began at the beginning of Tan's poems and was dazzled, refreshed, utterly charmed, and given new eyes-AND ears-by his rainbow rhymes, his wonderworld rhythms, and the vast, African skies full of birds, that may be flushed and flutter up at absolutely any step.

Best Poem of Tan Pratonix

In Praise Of God's Good Earth

Hoosh, whoosh,
The wind is up,
The birds go whizzing by,
And all around
Upon the ground
The dandelions fly.

I cannot see a speck of grey
I cannot see the sun,
But only one vast stretch of blue
Where foamy horses run.

I cannot see for ecstasy
In one huge throbbing thrill
Has burst into a wave of wings
And dances in the hills.

Read the full of In Praise Of God's Good Earth

The Old Lighthouse

There it stands
on the edge of the sands,
washed by spray
all night and day,
the old lighthouse,
empty and still,
echoes shrill
with the sounds
of screaming seabirds.

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