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I Wanted To
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Sunday, March 13, 2005
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When I pen a poem, a fragment or phrase (rarely an entire write) will come to me. Today's was
"I sat down to write a poem."
Sometimes, the entire poem will gel; other times, I have to work with it (and sometimes it won't come at all).
Today was a good day. :-) This is the result. It does not necessarily express how I feel about writing. :-) (Although there are times...especially when I read y'all's poetry...JAYS!) LOL
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"I WANTED TO"
I sat down to write a poem. I wanted to write something brilliant and educational, but what I wrote sounded dumb.
I sat down to write a poem. I wanted to write something that held great beauty and meaning, but the words came out ugly.
I sat down to write a poem. I wanted to write something that would have touched the face of God, but my words were not worthy.
I sat down to write a poem. I wanted to write something that would forever change the world, but the words were resistant.
I sat down to write a poem. I wanted to write something that would have brought peace to the land, but my words started a war.
I sat down to write a poem. I wanted to write something to clear up any confusion, but the words got in the way.
I sat down to write a poem. I wanted to write something that would forever change the world but my words were resistant.
I sat down to write a poem. I wanted to write something but have forgotten what it was... the words were not important.
(C) Copy written, 13 March, 2005, by Karla Dorman.
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| Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga |
3/14/2005 |
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Dear Karla,
You sat down and penned, a thought provoking write, so keep penning Karla, your words are always worthy, and your desire so well reflected, well done.
warm hugs
Elga Your friend in SA
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| Reviewed by Nordette Adams |
3/14/2005 |
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| It's a good thing! ~~Nordette |
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| Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J |
3/14/2005 |
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This is very beautiful, Karla, how you manage to weave a poem out of a few words!!!
Love from India - Joel - |
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| Reviewed by E Detetcheverrie |
3/14/2005 |
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| Wow! Fantastic portrayal of the way any type of artistic expression can be re- or misinterpreted. No reason to stop trying, though! |
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| Reviewed by George Jackson |
3/14/2005 |
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| I NEVER know what I'm going to write until I sit down at the ole keyboard. This is great, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
3/14/2005 |
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Nicely done Karla!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen |
3/13/2005 |
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I echo Marilyn Statement I see myself in this poem too...
God Bless
Michelle! |
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| Reviewed by Marilyn Seray |
3/13/2005 |
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| I see me all over the place in this poem. Nicely done |
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| Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK |
3/13/2005 |
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If You Keep Thinking You Will Never Write Right Anything Good,i.e. A Great Writer Sits In Silence And Writes What Comes To Him Her In His Mind_
You Gotta Get Offffffffffffffffffffffff That Merry Go Round...
TRASK |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
3/13/2005 |
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No matter how you do it just so you keep doing it Karla;-) This poem has a piece of every poet in it!;-)Well done!
etw |
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| Reviewed by Dave Harm |
3/13/2005 |
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| Very good and very true... we just need to go with the first flow, no editing, just go... then... it flows... |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
3/13/2005 |
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Sis, this is very true of most of us who write (giggles). Sometimes the words just flow, sometimes the words jut glow and seem to pen themselves, sometime they are impoosible words, without reason or rhyme, and this too can make for good writing. I have had writer's block a lot of tiems, and then I just sit back, take a little nap, and start fresh when I wake up. This is a very good poem of truth and struggle. May the Lord be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love, peace, & (((HUGS))), Barbie
"If I have to...Then I may as well be." |
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| Reviewed by Phillip William Allen |
3/13/2005 |
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| At times I become brain dead lol |
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| Reviewed by F William Broome |
3/13/2005 |
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Hell, It's the 13th, but not Friday, and nothing comes out right on a 13th. Try again on another day..... and celebrate. I enjoyed your words - composed for all your fellow bumpkins who sit down and try, and try, and try some more. Ain't we a bunch of wierdoits? - Your loyal fan - Bill
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
3/13/2005 |
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We all have moments like this, Karla. Sometimes I think it is just best to put the poem to bed and come back to it later. You are a fine writer, Karla, if you don't write one today, the world won't stop revolving. Tomorrow you will probably pen a masterpiece.
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by john zimmerman |
3/13/2005 |
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kj,
i know that feeling
somedays i can write what i will
somedays not
ah, the joys of poetry
oneof which is reaing
your work, ma'dear
good write
love
john+ |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
3/13/2005 |
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| I want to, too...sometimes three times or more a day, but damn I am only human and getting old at that...LOL! ED |
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| Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) |
3/13/2005 |
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| I think that you did yourself proud on this one. Sometimes I do find myself wondering just what effect my poems have on people. I posted a poem Violets In The Snow on a site and got a nasty email telling me to stop writing and that I had no right to post anything anywhere. That does bug me but then I realize the person has not really accomplished anything. But we do write things sometimes that we look at and say did I really write that. However your works never cease to be nothing short of good. |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
3/13/2005 |
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I sat down to write a poem.
I wanted to write something
that would forever change the world,
but the words were resistant.
You could have said. Men are braver than women.
Ok, ok, ok, We know it's not true, but if it were it would change the world.
Or
My boy friends pregnant.
That could work.
But if you told the truth..
Ed K is Jack the Ripper.
WOW, what a great end to the mystery, you would have solved... |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
3/13/2005 |
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(((Karla)))
Don't EVER doubt your capabilities as a writer. We all have our own unique style, and I happen to think you are worthy to be published or read! You are a dynamic poet who writes deep from the heart and soul, and I am honored to read your poems! You continue to get better and better, and you shouldn't be so hard on yourself! You are one of the best here, and more people should read your works of art! That is exactly what your poems are!! and you exude with talent; don't EVER think otherwise!! BRAVA!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin (and biggest fan!), karen lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
3/13/2005 |
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| But this poem is very good! |
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