Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Comments about Not Long Left

  • Amanda Lukas (6/8/2006 4:05:00 PM)

    Vincent, I must admit that I have recently been skimming through the authors on the new poems list rather than titles. That being said, I've found that your name is one that always sticks out and promises a great read.

    It's a pleasure to read you.


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  • Mike Finley (4/25/2006 7:57:00 AM)

    There is a persistent melancholy in your work, Vincent. Siometimes it has a sweetness, and sometimes it seems to be something you are gunning for - a self-punishment perhaps.

    My prayer for you is to take your talent, which is considerable, and to reroute it toward less destructive, less self-pitying.

    The mind of a poet is a thicket of tares, but the world is bright and bountiful. Take a walk outside, and open your heart to the possibilities.

  • Michele Kostelnik Parrillo (3/8/2006 11:38:00 PM)

    This poem about the bird that dies in the grass is so so sad. I did cry. When I was young, oh so young, I buried a frozen cat in my back yard. What a poem. I must say you have got it Vincent. Oh yes, it was beautiful also - in death there is beauty. The feather.... michele kostelnik

  • Gina Onyemaechi (1/30/2006 8:15:00 AM)

    If his date of birth didn't show, you'd think he was twice his actual age. He has overwhelming, mature talent.

  • Joy Vanderhelm (1/2/2006 4:35:00 PM)

    I'm glad you posted on the forum because then I might have wasted more time hunting for someone with even a smidgen of your ability. You write like I dream, with force, power and emotion that could fill a room.
    Warm regards, Joy

  • john tiong chunghoo john tiong chunghoo (1/1/2006 1:52:00 AM)

    some of his poems are great stuff.

Best Poem of Not Long Left

School Dinner Day

my belly is rumbling,
and is grumbling for food,
waiting for one o'clock
thinking what dinner will choose.

the teachers words pass me by,
if i dont eat now i am going to die,
and at that very moment the bells rings
what delights will the dinner lady bring.

i hate queuing up for food,
moving down the line at a snails pace,
whilst some of the bigger boys,
push past and take my place,
i hate queuing up for food.

eventually i am greeted by the dinner lady,
who greets me with a grunt and then garbles,
'fish and chips
mash and ...

Read the full of School Dinner Day

How You Felt

asked how you felt,
weary eyed
you replied,
you felt,
like a fallen twig,
broken off from its,
only for you to land,
into a rushing

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