Recent Reviews for William Bonilla
A Journey To The Other Side (Short Story) - 2/4/2015 11:09:44 AM|
These experiences are etched in our minds forever and although we may consider this world as hell with all the sins and afflictions you meantioned...it is not hell to those who loved you and prayed for your successful outcome and recovery. I, as a police officer in California saw these atrocities you spoke of yet I value living more even in this world that is constantly endangered. I truly enjoyed this write and it was an excellent description that you had experienced and I know that you also know and experienced on a regular basis the worlds inhumanity as well as I. Peace be with you.
A Journey To The Other Side (Short Story) - 10/19/2014 6:04:30 PM
Amazing experience William, very well written.
Have You Ever Seen A Ghost? (Short Story) - 10/4/2014 2:18:38 PM
William...At my age and with the experiences I personally had, and stories from others, I am a firm believer as to the strength from beyond. This " gift " as I call it, derives I believe as an entity to guide us, some people are just more sensitive to the occurrence. Many are signs of warning. To answer your question Yes I believe..
You did a good job of setting the scenario on this subject. sorry the husband did not call ur wife re: Sara's passing..
A Journey To The Other Side (Short Story) - 7/4/2014 4:58:52 AM
enjoyed reading your informative narrative
I look forward to reading more of your work.
A Journey To The Other Side (Short Story) - 5/25/2014 9:45:16 PM
I really enjoyed this story William. Hearing about heaven fascinates me. Thanks much for sharing and am glad you recovered to tell us that heaven is so real.
A Journey To The Other Side (Short Story) - 8/8/2013 5:04:29 AM
wonderful write very enjoyable to read
A Journey To The Other Side (Short Story) - 8/7/2013 5:22:39 AM
A great write William. I have read many books on the subject and recently had a friend who visited heaven and had a glimpse of hell. I will post a story about it this week.
Stay well brother,
A Journey To The Other Side (Short Story) - 8/4/2013 6:14:03 AM
God still had work for you to do here. It just wasn't your time. Keep witnessing.
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 7/1/2013 4:45:19 PM
I think it's being noticed how bad we the people are being walked on , not sure how it's all going to stop though. nicely done in RED. Happy fourth to you.
The Unforgiving (Short Story) - 6/20/2013 7:41:49 PM
Thank you for sharing such an intimate and vividly scarring childhood memory. I too can recall some ugly memories growing up but I have learned to make peace with them through the grace of my Lord Jesus Christ. The self respect, dignity and self love that has resulted through this divine grace and guidance has allowed victory over these trials and tribulations.
At the end of the day, I ask myself was that person's shortcomings/narrowness of mind/unloving actions/personal insecurity/twisted upbringing/emptiness/satanic influence etc.. worth my present and future peace of mind and heart condition that channels God's love and strength? Answer:NO! So I pray, forgive and give it to God. On the day of judgement, we will all give an account so better to keep the slate clean. God bless you today and always..Thank you again.
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 1/26/2013 11:08:18 AM
Salutations to Poet William Bonilla.
You have delivered the key to ignite the engine of political awareness.
I did enjoy the reading of "The Shortest Story Ever Told", and leave it in good company of Abraham Lincoln words: "This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it. Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing government, they can exercise their constitutional right of amending it, or their revolutionary right to dismember it or overthrow it. ¯ Abraham Lincoln"
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 10/10/2012 4:16:45 AM
Someone, Mr. Bonilla, should dissent from this 'love fest' and it might as well be me. Your story is too short. It needs the rest of the sentence. "We the People of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union", etc. and that other important part about our 'common good' ... So odd that we would be doing the Oligarch's will as if we were Hessian mercenaries. 'Big' government is just a front for the monied class and our founding fathers warned us against a) corporations b) political parties c) standing armies - even so, I admire your passion - I just think it misdirected against
We The People, who are (supposed to be) the government. Thus our passion and frustration are used against ourselves. Best ...
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 5/28/2011 6:49:29 AM
Here Here and Amen!
Short, sweet, to the point.
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 1/20/2011 2:22:37 PM
Short and sweet and to the point!..BRAVO...M
The Unforgiving (Short Story) - 1/10/2011 2:16:18 PM
Oh! I can feel your pain as it triggers my own. I had two sisters who treated me like that. My innocence cried more times than not. But they must have harbored more pain than I, to have behaved with such viciousness, which they harbor still. Sometimes I feel sorry for them and think I have forgiven them. But sometimes my pain resurfaces and I feel angry again. I think it is extremely hard to completely forgive when the abuser has not yet grown into remorse.
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 11/28/2010 4:16:06 PM
Succinct and to the point, William. Love and peace to you,
Teddy The Horse (Short Story) - 10/19/2010 4:15:02 PM
WELL DONE...EVERYTHING WAS FULLY EXPLAINED AND I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE SOURCE OF PRIDE THAT HER PARENTS FELT AT HER WIN. AND YOU, WILLIAM, I KNOW YOU KNEW ALL ALONG THAT SHE WAS A 'WINNER', WITH OR WITHOUT THE AWARD...DIDN'T YOU? (SMILE). THANKS FOR SHARING...I ENJOYED THIS READ. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 9/17/2010 12:03:13 AM
Sorry Mate, I can't make a sensible comment.
Aussie is too far from everyday USA.
But we certainly join in your horror of recent catastrophies.
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 3/31/2010 1:31:51 AM
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 3/22/2010 8:55:48 PM
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 3/22/2010 4:34:40 AM
If that's for Putin you have my vote, but if you are referring to that Iranian Am-a-nut-job fellow you have my bullets!
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 3/21/2010 6:21:05 PM
In Christs Love
The Shortest Story Ever Told (Short Story) - 3/21/2010 2:51:31 PM
Have You Ever Seen A Ghost? (Short Story) - 1/31/2010 7:52:11 AM
must a ghost have to once been alive to be a ghost, or can there be a spirit that was never a human form? "met" a native American shaman spirit one night in Upstate NY. Not sure he ever physically walked the Iroquois territory. Your story is intriguing. Kathy
Have You Ever Seen A Ghost? (Short Story) - 1/6/2010 11:02:50 AM
I believe you William, because a supernatural occurrence happened to my brother. In fact I have the full story on Authorsden, titled, A true story of the supernatural.
Anyway, I enjoyed this piece. However, I personally would have been out of there in about two seconds had I witnessed it. But as I say, If they are there, then there surely must be little doubt of Gods existence.
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/22/2015 8:32:26 AM
Very beautiful, romantic poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/15/2015 12:22:22 PM
beautifully written, William ... Happy Golden Anniversary and Congratulations! Wishing you both continued blessings ...
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/7/2015 8:11:44 AM
Bliss, William! Your real-life love story is such a blessing and an encouragement to us all. Dance on! And many congratulations. :) xx
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/7/2015 5:22:57 AM
Well said (and danced) ...
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/4/2015 10:57:48 AM
Beautiful romantic essence of special memories.
Happy 50th Anniversary to you both.
Lady Mary Ann
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/3/2015 9:53:27 PM
Nice one William. Best to you and yours. May you have many, many more.
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/3/2015 10:23:36 AM
Lovely and romantic, William; best wishes to you both.
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/3/2015 9:06:34 AM
What a romantic piece! I was hypnotized as I read it.
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/3/2015 8:32:31 AM
I'm coming up on 25 and those kisses are getting better. So, at 50 and still dancing in the garden, I expect they are better than that flash when you first saw her and had that first close dance to your fathers' music.
I love poetry that's written to the mood of the moment and describes a situation so well. Now you can try for 75.
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/3/2015 8:04:23 AM
Oh how utterly beautiful...!
how lucky you are to have each other and still be in love after fifty years..
Many congratulations to you both...
Fifty Golden Years (Poetry) - 5/3/2015 6:48:55 AM
Convincingly sensitive and completely real is this great poem of love and the expectant Golden Anniversary! Well done, both the poem and the fact that it said love forever is possible. I thoroughly enjoyed this.
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/26/2015 4:19:53 PM
Sounds like Make Way for Ducklings.
Such Lovely fun :)
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/25/2015 9:34:48 PM
This is a poetic show-stopper. So are the little ducks! Sometimes we need to just stop and take time out to see new life that God has provided all around us. Well done my friend. Amen!
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/20/2015 10:42:42 AM
Such a lovely poem and each verse captivated the readers imagination
of the Ducklings, that was a wonderful site to see. Keep writing those well prose poems.
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/20/2015 5:27:15 AM
VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/19/2015 12:06:41 PM
Make way for ducklings!
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/19/2015 11:24:57 AM
Aren't they amazing! I love scenes like this which you so wrote about and did so so well!
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/19/2015 9:59:46 AM
beautiful as always xo
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/19/2015 9:32:09 AM
I Remember that well.
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/19/2015 9:11:20 AM
Thanks to Ducks Unlimited and reasonable on the seasons, the ducks are back and could care less if humans are hanging around their old digs for the last few thousand years.
Your poem was a delight that spring often brings.
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/19/2015 9:10:49 AM
Yes, isn't that cutest thing, especially when a cop puts on his roof lights and stops traffic to allow the ducklings passage across the road...-e-
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/19/2015 7:15:31 AM
Mama duck and her ducklings is always a show stopper. Nice write, Bill.
The Crossing (Poetry) - 4/19/2015 5:17:09 AM
Ahhh . . . Touching words this morning William, thank you.
Fading into the unknown (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 6:46:57 PM
Yep All Humans Are Fading Into
You Better Make Your Amends Now!!
Fading into the unknown (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 11:06:46 AM
I just watched Arnie, Jack, and Gary tee off at the Masters. Except for Gary, who, after 52 Masters appearances seems to be still going strong, the other two giants of golf are now in their decline and may, very soon not be able to make nine holes. Everyone reaches that point at some time in their life unless they are struck down by a sudden heart attack or car at the peak of their performance.
I guess it's just my way of saying, I understand and know that I will be there someday, for I find it hard to read and comment on everyone's poetry even now, although I have all the time the world in retirement with no children nagging me and no friends asking me to play a round of golf. I too, will fade from view. So will we all.
Fading into the unknown (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 7:51:35 AM
I understand how you feel. There are times when my life gets overwhelming and I don't have the time to do things I want to do. I really like the way you wrote this!!! Imagery to the max!
Fading into the unknown (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 6:22:07 AM
The picture looks more like Paine than Poe.
Either way, I admire them both. Poets and other writers must speak to the ages, not just to their peers. That that are able to do that will be remembered. I intend to come back and check up on den writers. :)
Fading into the unknown (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 5:14:06 AM
I'm with you and know an end when I meet it.
Fading into the unknown (Poetry) - 4/11/2015 4:46:24 AM
Ahhh . . . My friend, we all have times when we would like to take back certain things. I know I do and as I said, most of us do. Nothing to forgive.
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 4/5/2015 11:20:03 PM
beautiful, sir! thank you.
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 3/31/2015 7:10:07 PM
Wow never would imagine this. Awesome poetry William !
Peace love and light
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 3/31/2015 8:42:37 AM
An astute observation of things mystical--
the life/death cycle in Nature.
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 3/30/2015 2:41:22 PM
OOOHHHH...! WHAT A SIGHT TO WITNESS! GLAD FOR THE DEFENSELESS CHICKS AND THAT THE HAWK DIDN'T HURT THE CRANE AS THEY BATTLED. THANKS FOR THIS GREAT SHARING...VIVID IMAGERY! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS.
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 3/30/2015 7:41:36 AM
That was a terrifying sight to see. How nature takes care of itself. That hawk had probably killed thousands of times with young, only to be killed by watchful parents of another.
I was just a little while ago watching a gecko on the screen of my open spring window when a cat slammed its head against the screen and the window not 3 feet from my face and then taking its catch to the lawn for a snack followed by licking lips. I was counting on those lizards to help keep insects off our garden this year.
PS. I think you miss typed when you said the crane was underwater instead of the hawk.
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 3/30/2015 4:00:20 AM
Easter Morning (Poetry) - 3/30/2015 3:56:58 AM
I'm reading this a year late, but i like it. In the Easter mood, but i want a hyacynth flower, don't know what color yet, and a chocolate easter bunny, of course. Happy Easter 2015 to you. Laughter and sharing for you.
Early Morning Thoughts (Poetry) - 3/30/2015 3:54:56 AM
I was looking for an Easter poem from you, hope Easter Morning is great again for you, I don't hear any birdsong yet, but 1 week til Easter - maybe I'll hear it in the morning then.
The Domino Effect (Poetry) - 3/30/2015 3:52:26 AM
Ruined lives with those pills, if they only could think it through and get a life, and be living instead of just existing.
The Fighter (Poetry) - 3/30/2015 3:50:14 AM
I read it, glad it was only a dream. Boxing is dangerous, and hurtful and I don't like it much at all.
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 3/30/2015 3:47:00 AM
The crane protected her young ones, it's quite a story you saw, and shared with us. Death to the scavenger without sympathy.
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 3/29/2015 5:06:14 PM
Survival of the fittest, at least for the cranes this day...though be wary crane chicks as hawks usually dive in on the wing to grab unsuspecting chicks...great write, Bill...-e-
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 3/29/2015 2:10:37 PM
Wow that had to be a sight and sound of something majestic going on!
Death Of A Majestic Hawk (Poetry) - 3/29/2015 12:39:41 PM
Hah! Guess that was one very surprised hawk. Cool write.
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/29/2015 9:47:23 AM
LOVELY!!!!!!!!!!! I LIKE IT!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Withered Rose (Poetry) - 3/28/2015 10:10:23 AM
NATURE...GROWING AND DYING...THE SIMPLEST THINGS CAN REMIND ONE OF TRUE LOVE AND HOW, WITH US...IT NEVER DIES. DONE WELL, WILLIAM AND ENJOYED. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/12/2015 6:12:28 PM
lovely writing as always...
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/11/2015 3:47:44 PM
a sad, passionate story nicely penned ...
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/10/2015 4:59:33 PM
Any love story is a good one....awe...
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/10/2015 9:55:58 AM
How lovely, William. Have to admit that, for some reason, my mind wandered to the film The Sound of Music - guess it's the mixture of devout faith, innocence and rugged masculinity. Now I'm off... :) xx
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/10/2015 8:53:51 AM
A sad story; but true love never ends so, to me, your verses offer a "silver lining." Thank you for sharing, William. Love and peace to you,
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/10/2015 7:38:04 AM
I feel so sorry for the wife. It causes one to look at marriage much differently. Sad but lovely poem!
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/10/2015 5:01:49 AM
Indian families have told me that their arranged marriages last because couples are carefully matched and the marriages are actually a joining of families.
The kind of idyllic marriage portrayed in your poem is fast fading. Even in countries where it is still practiced.
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/9/2015 4:47:12 PM
As a military man I loved this poetic story. One of your BEST poems William! God Bless you my friend. Amen
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/9/2015 2:13:41 PM
Tough to lose the love of your life
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/9/2015 12:52:01 PM
Beautiful poetic poem of epiphany.
Lady Mary Ann
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/9/2015 9:57:53 AM
A lovely love story. Thanks for sharing it William Bonilla.
Arranged Love (Poetry) - 3/9/2015 7:41:45 AM
Sad write, but with wonderful and meaningful memories for these two. Many of those arranged marriages did not fare so well.
The Domino Effect (Poetry) - 3/8/2015 11:07:54 AM
SAD...SO SAD. I PRAY ITS HIS LAST TIME, EVER. I DON'T WANT HIM TO CRY BUT BETTER THAT HE CRIES NOW, THAN LATER. 'CAUSE, EVEN IF YOUR NOT GUILTY AND YOU'VE ALREADY PAID, WITH A BAD PAST, THE 'JUSTICE SYSTEM'...JUST 'NEVER' FORGETS. THANKS FOR THE SHARE, BILL. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 3/8/2015 10:52:46 AM
ONE CAN ALWAYS TELL WHEN THE LOVE OF GOD LIVES IN A HEART...THEY CANNOT DELIBERATELY HURT...WITHOUT REMORSE. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
The Fighter (Poetry) - 3/8/2015 10:47:13 AM
LIFE IS A FIGHT, BILL...BUT THE BATTLE IS NOT OURS! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/8/2015 10:45:04 AM
EVEN WHEN A POET THINKS THEY AREN'T SAYING ANYTHING...THEY ARE SAYING TREMENDOUS THINGS, LIKE THIS POSTING! THANKS FOR SHARING, WILLIAMS - LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/6/2015 7:39:13 PM
Without Dreams You Will Have
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 3/6/2015 11:21:00 AM
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 3/6/2015 9:52:01 AM
We are in a nation that has the ability to find and talk about the lies that we find out about. There are those that would never be able to say anything without being terribly punished. Good write.
Disciplined (Poetry) - 3/6/2015 9:49:08 AM
I hear and see children of this kind of abuse and the abuse of all here that wrote comments about this work. Being a counselor for abused children it hurts my heart to see and hear how a parent could hurt a child. To me children ate gifts from God and should be treasured not beaten. I hope in time you will be healed.Thank God that people are more enlightened now and help abused children by reporting them and we can step in and save them from abuse.
The Domino Effect (Poetry) - 3/6/2015 9:43:03 AM
I have seen "much worst" crimes go unpunished and something as little as this they throw the book at and to me that is not justice. Very good write.
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 3/6/2015 9:40:46 AM
I love to target shoot and do when ever I get the chance. but I couldn't shoot a living creature. I would cry too.
The Fighter (Poetry) - 3/6/2015 9:38:04 AM
I think this dream meant that you are ready to take on anything. Nicely done.
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/6/2015 9:36:08 AM
Sometimes our muse needs time to recoup I think. Then it comes back and we write refreshed and share with others.
A Christmas Dinner (Poetry) - 3/6/2015 9:33:53 AM
Ahhh!!!! Dreams are sometimes exciting aren't they. Loved the write.
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/4/2015 3:00:01 PM
An awesome poem William!
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/2/2015 6:17:55 AM
Lovely write in the grasp of your hand to share.
Ultimately poetic dreams will ebb and flow as to
the Spring meadows of wild flowers.
Lady Mary Ann
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/1/2015 9:59:21 AM
From what I read you can still whip out some fantastic lines, especially when their passionate.
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/1/2015 8:37:13 AM
You seem to combine the present with the past with your words. Hey, it's all in one lifetime anyhow. Cool write!
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/1/2015 8:29:59 AM
A mallet works for me, Bill. One smash and I'm a writing fool. :)
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/1/2015 7:48:18 AM
Thank you for sharing William. I feel the same way. For me it's a poetic sabbatical. If I take a break for a while I usually get my grove back. It seems to go in cycles kind of like the seasons throughout the year. It will be back I am sure. Then you "Spring Back" my friend!
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/1/2015 7:46:58 AM
Beautiful write here, William, always enjoy your descriptive poetry. Write down your dreams and inspiration will come to you.
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/1/2015 7:13:05 AM
At the first instance I thought you have made a mistake by using "Why can I....?" But then when I really go into read your poem then I realized it was actually a statement why you wrote the way you write, as in a statement "Why I did what I did..." and then give us the reasons to why.
Hhhhhmmmm...It's confusing, but I understood what you mean. Thanks so much for sharing, William!
Whats Happening To Me? (Poetry) - 3/1/2015 6:40:10 AM
You are writing, and very well in my opinion. If you feel inwardly (now outwardly) that you have lost your verve, never fear my friend, when something is lost it can be found. You will find yours.
The Fighter (Poetry) - 2/26/2015 7:46:14 AM
Great write. As a teen, I had boxing gloves and a punching bag but I never boxed professionally. Just wanted to learn to defend myself and my family. My father was the boxer. Wow when he gave me a jab in my arm, I could see a few stars. Ha, but I was never stupid enough to hit him back. Respect was paramount in those days. Where did it go? Amen!
The Fighter (Poetry) - 2/25/2015 3:05:12 PM
A meaningful and thought-provoking write, William. I could never be a boxer as I hate the thought of hitting another person. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
The Fighter (Poetry) - 2/25/2015 8:13:59 AM
Your dream reminded me of Paul Simon's, The Boxer. It hurts me just to listen to it. My father was in the Golden Gloves as a teenager and had the cauliflower ears and hearing deficit to prove it. He never talked about it, so I know he wasn't very successful at boxing.
The Fighter (Poetry) - 2/25/2015 8:06:17 AM
Enjoy this poem, as I used to be an am boxer. Reminded me of Simom & Garfunkel's song, The Boxer.
The Fighter (Poetry) - 2/25/2015 7:09:53 AM
"Yet I was prepared"...Great line exemplifying your bravery and readiness to endure anything. Great write!
The Fighter (Poetry) - 2/25/2015 6:30:57 AM
The pride within endures all.
Lady Mary Ann
The Domino Effect (Poetry) - 2/22/2015 4:25:58 PM
sometimes punishment does not fit the "crime" well penned and thought provoking poem.
The Domino Effect (Poetry) - 2/20/2015 10:26:17 AM
"Of hidden loneliness"......It's too bad that so many people hide their lonliness and try to fill that "hole" with substances, food, shopping, gambling, etc.. So sad that he suffered in silence. This is a fine poem which brings about conscious awareness.
The Domino Effect (Poetry) - 2/20/2015 7:11:18 AM
It could be, "a bitter pill to swallow."
I think you meant, "in" silence.
The Domino Effect (Poetry) - 2/20/2015 6:13:24 AM
Sounds more or less like me during my drinking days. :)
The Domino Effect (Poetry) - 2/20/2015 6:13:02 AM
To me your last line says he can take a pill and die & be done with human coil onto and out of that cell called life...I may be wrong, but still I like this one, Bill, over and above your romantic writes...-e- (sorry, guess I am not a romanticist)
The Domino Effect (Poetry) - 2/20/2015 4:51:02 AM
Didn't "get" that last line, but this seems to be a case worthy of that old adage, Karma kicking ass.
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/19/2015 7:30:39 PM
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/18/2015 8:20:43 AM
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/18/2015 5:21:31 AM
It is often, perhaps too often, said that we boys can never really grow up until our fathers are dead. Only then can we dare start unlearning their teachings. Some of us never do. Thanks for surviving to tell us.
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/17/2015 4:46:01 PM
. . . the urban incarceration of my youth. A perfect ending to serious piece.
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/15/2015 9:53:09 AM
I can truly understand what you went through. I was the black sheep of my family also. I got married at age 18 to flee the wrath of my father also. It's in the past and that is where it should stay!
Much peace love and light
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/14/2015 3:31:48 PM
Of hurt and tears may your heart heal
Lady Mary Ann
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/14/2015 9:05:14 AM
You were a real rascal and you know it! In our family, I was the one that got the punishment. I was whacked a couple of times, but my dad primarily threatened by using that big black belt and snapping it in a way that indicated what it would do when it hit bare skin. That was enough to frighten me into confessing that I was bad even though it wasn't my fault. I could take it, my brother and sister couldn't sometimes.
Sorry to hear that you are beaten and had to escape to the Marines. It certainly has shaped your character.
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/14/2015 8:00:46 AM
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/14/2015 7:27:17 AM
Can the whip compare to the abuse of neglect, hunger, never a word of encouragement, not one act of love, and the despair of longing for just a taste of normalcy day after day, year after year? I ask. But I understand your plight.
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/14/2015 1:03:46 AM
It is a different world now from the days of our childhood, but the memories and the wounding of the heart remain...
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/13/2015 8:26:31 PM
Welcome To Club:
Only Your Daddy Didn't
Beat you To Death...
Inwhile Pain May Go Away
Scars Will Remain Forever...
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/13/2015 7:04:50 PM
This is raw poetic truth. Thank you for sharing William. My dad used to whip me with a belt. Sometimes he was just angry at my sister for dating someone he did not approve of. I would say, "What was that for?" My dad would always reply, "That's for nothing, now imagine if you did something!" I am glad those days are over! Amen
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/13/2015 6:22:18 PM
I don't what is perceived as child abuse. Sometimes things that were normal in my childhood will probably perceived by others as child abuse in today's eyes. I remember often beat by my mom with a the broomstick handle, and believe me, it did hurt!!! I don't even remember what was the cause for all that beatings. Most of the time I didn't know what was wrong or what was it that I had done wrong. I used to have bruses on my arms and legs caused by the broomstick handle. The teachers and everyone saw that but thought nothing of it. It was because it was considered as "normal" punishment for kids from parents. My mom did that to me all the time when I was a kid; but my daddy NEVER laid his hands on me or anyone. Mommy was the one who carried out the disciplinary action.
With all that being said, I don't have any ill-feelings for my mother. She was very young. I had a great time with my parents when they moved to Canada to be with us. We begin to care for each other so much so that I grew to love them as much as I did. There were a lot of wonderful moments too with my parents when I was a kid as you can probably read that from my writings. I don't remember the bad memories, only the good ones because they have somehow superseded the bad ones. I still love my parents dearly as I can sense their presence daily to protect me.
Great thought-provoking poem!! Thank you for sharing!!
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/13/2015 3:57:47 PM
I suffered unmercifully which I was a kid from BAD whippings, but it was my mother who was the one dishing it out frequently. I cried not when she died. I relate.
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/13/2015 3:36:09 PM
Child abuse leaves many scars that are not seen.
Disciplined (Poetry) - 2/13/2015 3:18:40 PM
I hated my dad,but loved him also.
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/10/2015 12:53:20 PM
A powerful write!
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/9/2015 4:40:09 PM
I am no longer amazed at the lies only the people who believe them. We need genuine heroes rather quickly.
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/8/2015 3:55:42 PM
The theme you share through your verses here is sadly a timeless and universal one in this world/life. Sad! Thank you, William. Love and peace to you,
The Smiles (Poetry) - 2/8/2015 8:09:25 AM
Ah! I love this. I think that's a great analogy about the Mona Lisa smile. So completely private and yet also seductive. Nice!
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/8/2015 5:01:31 AM
Politicians are the biggest liars. They make promises that they can't keep.
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/8/2015 4:57:21 AM
I think it matters not which party is in office.
They are all still politicians, working for big corporations and themselves. How badly we need another party, or two, and not a Tea Party either.
But alas, Joe Public is afraid of change. They all say, "The Devils we know are better than the ones we don't."
Obama is just a bit more blatant than the ones that came before him.
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/7/2015 5:27:48 PM
Excellent points! Without lies speeches are impossible to be made by todays Political leaderless paper-tigers. They are so full of bull that they step in it every time the open mouth and engage their foot! Amen
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/7/2015 10:32:29 AM
Well, I'm going to take the liberty of thinking that you are speaking of many politicians (and their super wealthy backers), and not just one man. I hope you are right that there are good men AND women who have kept quite for too long and will expose all liars, but I don't see too many signs of it.
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/7/2015 10:23:22 AM
Don't think so. Besides, according to the myth, this character would not be detected by anyone. So I'm not going to worry about what might be from speculation. Inquisitions and witch burning are a bit of style.
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/7/2015 9:56:17 AM
Let me know how it all works out, will ya...? I just sit at home and enjoy my privacy,& my reclusivity, in my man cave as a hermit and care not what the world does...-e-
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/7/2015 7:59:51 AM
A Forbidden Word / Deviant lies (Poetry) - 2/7/2015 6:58:42 AM
Amen! Not a religious man, but that word just fits here. Way back in 2008 when I found out his middle name was Hussein, I immediately knew who, and what, he was. People ridiculed me. But I was right then, and you William, are right now.
The Smiles (Poetry) - 2/6/2015 4:36:19 PM
Anticipation seems I've experienced this also.
The Smiles (Poetry) - 2/6/2015 2:28:12 PM
Lovely, Sweet mystery can be heartening!
The Smiles (Poetry) - 2/6/2015 11:18:31 AM
She saw something she liked in you. it's normal to smile when liking a person.
The Smiles (Poetry) - 2/6/2015 9:39:02 AM
'Loving that smile she left upon your face after her tender kiss and "snide Mona Lisa Smile". Smiles all around!
The Smiles (Poetry) - 2/6/2015 9:28:31 AM
I absolutely know the feeling.
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/3/2015 8:33:22 AM
oh yes, what every human deserves. Excellent work.
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/3/2015 8:02:01 AM
Wow... some nice imagery here. Incredibly romantic!
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/3/2015 4:27:36 AM
Puppy Like Whimpers are Always Good!
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/2/2015 9:38:00 AM
...and, and, and!!! Then? ;)
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/2/2015 3:33:34 AM
A poetic artistic talent that is unique. Well done William!
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/2/2015 1:01:23 AM
A cozy, sweet and gentle write!
Carol Phelan Aebby
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/1/2015 2:31:06 PM
warm and cuddly
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/1/2015 9:30:55 AM
Gentle your verses in this lovely poem.
Lady Mary Ann
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/1/2015 9:27:08 AM
Such a cozy and loving way to wake up! Beautiful!
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/1/2015 9:00:45 AM
I really like the feel of this… The texture of the words… And the restfulness of the scene. I'm not so sure about the, "… Puppy like whimpers." ;-)
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/1/2015 8:27:35 AM
You touched me with this delightful poem.
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/1/2015 7:37:41 AM
Don't we all yearn to be touched? even if only one side of the body is touched, the other half yearns to be touched too.
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/1/2015 6:17:36 AM
It's a beauty to wake up to when there's something or someone who has a beautiful soul beside you.
A Gentle Touch (Poetry) - 2/1/2015 6:10:40 AM
Ahhh . . . Beautifully rendered is the early morning getting acquainted with a new day poem.
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/29/2015 6:23:41 AM
meaningful and nicely written ...
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/28/2015 2:02:43 PM
True love ever remains etched in the soul and the heart; nicely expressed, William. Love and peace,
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/28/2015 9:16:44 AM
Yes time does that to all of us, but the deepest feelings can never fade.
Peace and love,
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/28/2015 8:41:00 AM
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/27/2015 8:13:28 PM
William this brought my tears. What more can I say except, when poetry touches the soul it is real poetry.
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/27/2015 12:47:21 PM
Love of the heart seeks moments to remember smiles, scents, touch.
Inspiration will brighten images and chase those shadows.
Lady Mary Ann
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/26/2015 11:29:44 PM
Beautiful thoughts.Sometimes it is a scent that brings back such precious a memory, a stillness, a sight, a moment in time, but live on it does in a special chamber of the heart.
With respect and smiles,
Carol Phelan Aebby
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/26/2015 6:51:58 AM
Sometimes we have to search deep into those mind archives for something we should have fondly remembered.
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/26/2015 5:03:31 AM
Images fade and return, fade again. It is the way of things.
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/26/2015 4:26:55 AM
When the right trigger comes along.....it will be there in all it's former glory....
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/26/2015 1:49:29 AM
We are all blessed who found a true love and their memory lingers on.
A Poem In MInd (Poetry) - 1/26/2015 12:40:50 AM
As my daughter would say "kewl!". I must agree to the sentiment.
Where Is Waldo? (Poetry) - 1/25/2015 6:30:32 AM
DartMan...The problem is that my pen is mightier than my manhood.
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/25/2015 6:23:24 AM
So I ran over it too.....lmao
ON a more serious note, I grew up on a farm.
Every afternoon after school, I would go hunting for rabbits and squirrels, which we would eat. After I got home from the army I shot one squirrel, and cried literally, because I had taken a life.
I still love to shoot and am an expert marksman. But, I have never again shot anything breathing. not that I didn't want to... :-)
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/24/2015 5:38:22 AM
I revere animal life, but I am so afraid of snakes. I would not feel a shred of empathy if I ran over one. But that is my failing, for we need all God's creatures. Look up D.H. Lawrence, "The Snake." Your poem is as powerful. Eileen
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/23/2015 2:39:00 AM
Beautifully expressed!I understand this feeling deeply. Reverence for all life is an essential ingredient for a healthy heart and soul!
With gratitude and admiration,
Carol Phelan Aebby
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/22/2015 7:41:40 PM
Believe IT: My 2nd Like Daddy Welter Weight
170 Lb Boxer Taught Me How To Fight,Karate,
Took Me Hunting How Shoot All Kinds Guns-
In Lieu Of Birds Pheasants Were Cleaned Baked Cook
Oven--We Ate Them At His Mommmy' Supper Table!
TODAY: All Hormones In Animals, Chicken Etc
Will Do Make You Sick,Make You Go Blind,Go Crazy!
I Went Blind Both Eyes My M D I M Doctor Said
Examined Me: CHANGE YOUR DIET-I DID JUST THAT!
Opthamologist Doctor Did Not Even Know What
Cause Floaters/Blinded(IT Is Bacteria Floating In Your Eyes)
Asshole Just Billed Me Twice $284.00 As Billed
I Now **See Better Than Before IT Happened!
**Odds Are You All Will Die Go Blind Not From
Old Age But: FOOD (Bacteria) POISONING....
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/22/2015 3:28:29 PM
I can fish but I could never kill a warm blooded animal. I'd live by a river or lake and have a garden.
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/22/2015 1:37:31 PM
Haven't killed anything for a long time, like you I couldn't stand the sight going out of its eye...-e-
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/22/2015 1:13:26 PM
Kids don't think. After the war I gave up all guns.
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/22/2015 11:56:03 AM
Your story is testimony to the fact that you never lost your heart in this cruel old world, and your lesson learned keeps you young at heart. A tale well told from one who will never grow old.
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/22/2015 11:17:17 AM
I'm with you on this. I just wrote a story about the same thing. That's why I always say, "If you kill it… Eat it." I'll make an exception for this for bugs in the house. But for bugs outside, I'd have them eating the bugs in the nasty stuff that they used to kill them served as sauce. When we kill bugs, we kill a whole ecosystem that feeds on them.
My high school friends used to catch muskrats in traps and skin them for their pelts for money. They probably didn't let the carcasses go to waste, feeding them to chickens or other animals. I don't think they threw them out in the trash.
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/22/2015 8:18:54 AM
Good for you. I am so very tired of people who like to kill saying it is for food. Most do it for sport after feeding the animals, and many people kill snakes with the expression "they are all bad to me." BS. Too many people like killing Good write.
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/22/2015 8:11:51 AM
I too hate to kill anything if I can help it. I've been known to take flies outside and release them. Thanks for sharing.
The Muskrat & The Cotton Mouth (Poetry) - 1/22/2015 7:20:31 AM
I had that revealing sort of feeling long ago on a Christmas morning I was outside in the snow looking for something to shoot with my brand new Daisy BB Gun. Spotted a vivid redbird on the lawn digging in the snow for something to eat. I raised my BB gun and fired. Hit the bird and it knee;led over. I was so elated and ran to where the bird was dying, saw the red on its blood upon the snow and something inside of me died. I never fired another gun, BB or otherwise, toward something like you said, thst didn't threaten me.
Emissary (Poetry) - 1/20/2015 8:11:40 AM
Somebody screwed up, but you were watching and properly scolded the fools in your poem.
Sometimes we have to put ourselves in other people's shoes. That can be very hard when we've never, ever been close to those shoes to even know what they look like.
A Rose (Poetry) - 1/20/2015 7:55:20 AM
They are afraid of what will be done to them and their families. These terrorists have no love for anything or anyone. They have only hate in their hearts . Hearts that have been blackened by years of brain washing by elders.
Rapping On Satan'a Doors (Poetry) - 1/20/2015 7:52:39 AM
Very potent work.
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/20/2015 7:51:31 AM
Some times things remembered still hurt even after years have gone by. Well expressed.
Emissary (Poetry) - 1/20/2015 7:50:15 AM
And the nation looked on with open mouths and conflicted minds.
Where Is Waldo? (Poetry) - 1/20/2015 7:48:52 AM
You can turn things around with the pen and I salute those that write for justice and freedom. Well done.
Emissary (Poetry) - 1/20/2015 5:13:37 AM
This whole administration are a bunch of buffoons. What America did in 2008 is unforgivable.
Emissary (Poetry) - 1/19/2015 11:40:35 PM
So sad but true.
Emissary (Poetry) - 1/19/2015 9:03:04 PM
The singer not wanting to mention his name, looked like he didn't want to be there, looked embarrassed didn't even want to look up....... just plainly looked out of place
Where Is Waldo? (Poetry) - 1/18/2015 1:17:46 PM
Points well made, William. Thank you for sharing your philosophy through your verses. Love and peace to you,
Where Is Waldo? (Poetry) - 1/17/2015 10:57:34 AM
No single thought, idea, concept, or rule was ever written by a sword. A sword only brings injury or death. A pen brings enlightenment and knowledge.
Where Is Waldo? (Poetry) - 1/17/2015 2:24:26 AM
Where Is Waldo? (Poetry) - 1/16/2015 7:13:26 PM
Theres Only 1 Sword Mightier Than
Pen Is His: Arc Angel!
Pray To Whoever Your God Hes Not
Swinging IT- In Your Face!!
Kool Write On...
Where Is Waldo? (Poetry) - 1/16/2015 5:12:30 PM
I'd say my pen is definitely mightier than my manhood of late, damn prostate surgery did it in, permanently, apparently...well theres always viagra...LOL, -e-
Where Is Waldo? (Poetry) - 1/16/2015 3:29:38 PM
Oh, the pen IS much mightier than the sword.............so true!
Where Is Waldo? (Poetry) - 1/16/2015 3:02:03 PM
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/16/2015 12:00:47 AM
Repressed feelings brought back to life again ....
Rapping On Satan'a Doors (Poetry) - 1/15/2015 10:53:22 AM
It is sad when you can't even get into Hell.
A Rose (Poetry) - 1/15/2015 10:45:18 AM
Wasn't expecting this to take that turn.
But you are right. I don't understand why a peace loving Muslim that lives next door to a terrorist don't turn them in. But alas, if I thought my neighbor was involved with something I would for sure alert the authorities. Two weeks ago I heard gunshots in my neighborhood. My wife asked me why didn't I call the police. I said "what good would it do?"
I AM (A Parable) (Poetry) - 1/15/2015 10:18:33 AM
"I think, therefore I am."
I think this was good for the soul.
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/14/2015 8:30:21 AM
how well you express it my friend, how well I understand your poem.
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/14/2015 8:16:10 AM
Why would you want to avoid such memories?
There's a story lingering here that needs to be told...
But so far, so good!
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/13/2015 4:06:49 PM
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/13/2015 10:47:53 AM
That's a wonderful word for describing that aching feeling that comes from being apart.
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/13/2015 3:28:42 AM
For your loveliness
Within the albums
Of my mind
Some memories are truly worth savoring.
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/12/2015 4:02:25 PM
I don't agree with Lark, as my girl Rene has maintained her goddess like face for so many years and we have known each other since we were 7 years old...good to have memories either way...-e-
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/12/2015 3:46:05 PM
She probably looks very old now, and you would be disappointed in that way. Goddess like faces don't last (except of course for the very rich).
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/12/2015 3:14:11 PM
Ah, memories! What we want to recall, we can't. What we don't want to recall is all around us, in a song, the sight of something we once admired together.............God bless you!
Drawn Thoughts (Poetry) - 1/12/2015 2:57:38 PM
Love does not always have a happy ending.
Rapping On Satan'a Doors (Poetry) - 1/12/2015 2:00:11 PM
This made me think, William. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
Rapping On Satan'a Doors (Poetry) - 1/12/2015 5:40:20 AM
This is truly powerful William.
A Rose (Poetry) - 1/12/2015 5:39:45 AM
Well amen to that William.
Rapping On Satan'a Doors (Poetry) - 1/11/2015 5:30:00 AM
Wow William !!! what a powerful poem been a long time since I commented on you my friend keep on writing. Floreann
Rapping On Satan'a Doors (Poetry) - 1/10/2015 9:23:10 PM
Amen! May the rest and burn to a crisp in Hell. Amen
Rapping On Satan'a Doors (Poetry) - 1/10/2015 7:32:24 PM
Really (God) Created Satan Devil
Rapping On Satan'a Doors (Poetry) - 1/10/2015 1:05:26 PM
And then, there were four. But I wonder if the one, sought virgins as well. The French, often thought to be incompetent, handled this one very well.
Rapping On Satan'a Doors (Poetry) - 1/10/2015 6:30:56 AM
How true! This poem made me yell, "Ka-pow"!!!!