Sidi J. Mahtrow

Sidi J. Mahtrow Poems

481. Nose Picking Nerds 6/17/2011
482. William Blake's Poison Tree 1/23/2011
483. Ode To A Pencil 2/24/2005
484. Conney Catching* 11/2/2008
485. A Mullet Is Not A Fish? ? 4/19/2006
486. Women's Hats 5/2/2012
487. Rosalind Franklin 3/20/2006

Comments about Sidi J. Mahtrow

  • Abhay Vignesh L Abhay Vignesh L (3/8/2011 8:08:00 AM)

    Most of your poems are great...Especially reiterative poetry...Keep up the good work...

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  • Stephen Feltham (7/13/2009 5:46:00 PM)


    It was good to read your poem about Thomas Chatterton, despite his amazing talent he is not known by many people. I would be interested to know how he came to your attention and what prompted you to write this poem?


  • Cynthia Buhain-baello Cynthia Buhain-baello (7/7/2009 8:44:00 PM)

    I enjoyed readng your poems and I admire your skill and mastery of the art of poetry, having your own unique style. You write clearly and make your point without the prolixity of other poets, that so often leaves the reader lost in a literary maze. You have class, depth, profound content in your poetry, and your writing
    is amazingly creative.

  • Michael Tonkin (3/9/2005 8:23:00 AM)

    I take trouble with all of my poetry, and if you read 'Buzzard' again properly you will see that I have not confused the buzzard with some other bird. The poem is accurate in every respect and I trust you will be a little more careful when you try to be an expert.
    The buzzard does kill prey in the manner described in the poem, and yes I know he is a lazy bird, but he is not that lazy.

Best Poem of Sidi J. Mahtrow

Rosalind Franklin

Rosalind Franklin. Ever heard of her?
The un-famous chemist that caused quite a stir.
'Twas the discovery of DNA's helical structure
That Watson and Crick stole from her.

Her ideas and observations were plundered. It's clear
By W &C whose research was in arrear.
They needed a critical boost and publicity
To enshrine their names for posterity.

Now, Rosalind Franklin lies alone
Peacefully, under a granite stone.
Keeping her silence to this day
As praise and fortune twist another way.

Unfortunately, Rosalind Franklin died of cancer at 37, and was...

Read the full of Rosalind Franklin

Sugar Sand

Listen to the crunch
Of the sugar sand
As it yields to footsteps
That mark the path of man.

The grinding of crystals
Throbbing from within
A sense deeply moving
The crunch of sugar sand.

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