On Reading - * Eat My Words * Poemhunter By Jon London Poem by Angelina Pandian
On Reading - * Eat My Words * Poemhunter By Jon London
You had me eating out of your hand Jon
Reading your poem it was so powerful
Words full of passion and real pain
I know SLN told me too when we met
The strange blank page which greeted him
We discussed this aspect too as we spoke
He said how he succumbed to the bar game
For some time and then how he outgrew it too
An unbending attitude and self realisation
Of our own worth and smiling at childish play.
How does this happen, is it the site to blame?
Or someone who has prepared a programme
Maybe with access to many identities
Like some hacker with a database of IP address'
Who knows what happens behind the screen
Still, a true poet’s worth is known and remains
One who never can replaced be by mere statistics
It wouldn't be fair to grade just by counting clicks
It should be by counting the hearts which ticked
Each poem is a child our heart our soul
Some are so good and others so so
But, I think it is just a rating flaw at the site
Each poet holds within his heart a pedestal
On which he holds his muse his own poet
So high from where there is no decline
For me, I have not just a pedestal
But, a pavillion I have built in my heart
No single one for me I want all my friends
First J P Narain my muse who guided me to PH
And then all the rest here whom I’ve met before
And meet some poet prophet each night anew
Naseer, Yoonoous, Joe Poewhit, Ashraful
Premji, Jon London you too with them stand
Turn to see others too Mamtaji, Indira, Sandra Martyres SamanyanLakshmiNarayanan, Keshav Easwaran
Richard Jarboe, George Hunter my favourite too
Dr. Hitesh, Dr. Saadat, Hasmukh, Surya, Dr. Ram Sharma
Bob Blackwell, Francis Duggan, La Go La Go
Sulaiman aka Brret, Wojja Fink, Hebert Logerie Sr.
Sameer, Md Shanazar, Noorudeen, I can not forget
My little friends Robert del Real, Aishwarya,
Risha and Anusha too and many more
All I would crown with undying laurels
Daily read their poetry each one each day
And go to sleep with their voice as lullaby!
[I am sorry if I have missed any of your names, dear friends – But, I’ll never miss any of your poetry and hope to keep reading them till I have a mind or die! ]
Angel, this is really a tribute to poetry and those love to write the poems. thank you for the mention, for me poetry is a love that will never pass on. Warm regards Bob
Still, a true poet’s worth is known and remains One who never can replaced be by mere statistics It wouldn't be fair to grade just by counting clicks It should be by counting the hearts which ticked You are very much right, Angelina. Poetry and poets cannot be weighed by statistics and clicks. Infact, the grading and staging of poets is judged by counting the number of hearts and souls they soak through with spillage of their consolatory, pure, true and wisdomful words. Nice tributery words for applause of poetry. Best Wishes Naseer
very true angel...the poet in us should not be disturbed by this silly game...in creativity there is no rankings...each have their special place
Very nice. really great. i proud to my self because of being in PH and reading such great works. so nice and brilliant well done
Great poem. I love these lines 'It wouldn't be fair to grade just by counting clicks It should be by counting the hearts which ticked'. Keep on smiling!
A flower is a flower it knows what it is , never yet thinks where it is, yet it never holds back its florence of beauty, nor yet it hides its fragrance in places by distinction yet i know the reeks of the site by narrow ending......................
Hey Pandian, I guess I would leave this site soon, and look for more greener grass in which I can grow to a full blown poet.Poemhunter.com has made me competing with those phantom poets who're not supposed to be on top of the ranking.Im goin to delet all of my poems here and just leave, if this shameless act is still rampant! ! Sulaiman aka Brett.
Truly said. These poets are also familiar to me and they also present good poetry. Yes. Counting by hits and counting by heart- both have different footing. Counting by hits- many of us do not know who are all posting new poems and it is natural to receive messages from these poets. Thus, counting by hits starts. Naturally we will be mild in our reviews and casting our votes. We do come across a junk of poems but often do not open our mouth. We lack familiarity of the great works of great poets. Structure wise we may differ but value wise we should not differ. This is my basic view. The essence of life is universal. We continue to write because we are not yet familiar with the greatest work. The moment we realise the truth, we will put down our pens. The moment we understand the greatest truth, we will become silent in every respect. The din of the world is all due to the fact that it hasn't realised the truth as yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Yes........well, you did miss lots of names, but some of us are not so famous, actually it is the first time i have come across your poem.Good job Angelina, i' ll be reading you writings in the future