The Pigeon (poem) by Paul Berube on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on December 22, 2008

Paul,
A creative view of what's happening in the world. This brings to mind school days. Seems like all kids are friends in the early grades. Then they group into cliques, and the bully is born. I've always wondered how the bully is born; from good to bad. With the help of abusive parents maybe? I don't know. I had an abusive parent but I never became the bully. Food for thought. This poem makes me wonder about those who turn bad. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Maria Cristina Azcona

Reviewed on June 11, 2003

Social Poetry is here, Paul. I understand every word in your poetry. Society must change at once or fall into the worst disaster.

Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Very deep fine write

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Dark and so meaningful..I liked this...

Reindeer

Reviewed by Trixie Love

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Hi Paul,
What a cool write...
Different from your usual..

LOL. Ted's comment..

Trixie :)

Reviewed by Marilyn Seray

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Hmmm....lots of truth to this one, sad and dark

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

And we all face it at some time in our life. Well done. Leave it to Ted to see pigeon shit. [smiles]

Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Paul a definite dark lil gem here, so full of truth and insight!
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Dark and compelling, an excellent metaphor of our societal inadequasies

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

True words and wise.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Trafalger square is full of the blighters.
Poignant write, very discriptive..

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Wow, Paul, this is cooly dark and insightful!! :)

Reviewed by Patricia Gomes

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

I like the form, Paul. Four stanzas, four lines except for the last stanza where you use that fifth line as the hook. Very impressive, my friend.

Reviewed by Erica Ivory

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Dark but truthful... filled with a sense of wonder.. as to why things have to be this way.. Bravo!

Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Good Morning, Paul
True words were never written.Outstanding write!

tony

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

This is deep deep write...superb!!!

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Goodmorning Paul I agree never become an option on the categories this on is dark but it also is so full of wisdom and truths
which you have penned so well.
"If corruption continues, functions
shut down and become useless.
Vitals malfunction... Veins collapse...
Brain cells turn to mush...
Death is the only option."
Have a great day my friend
Peggy

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

I abhor pigeons, one of my first jobs as a boy other that cutting grass was cleaning, hell shoveling pigeon crap off the ledges and eves of buildings in downtown Columbus. I guess you could say that I shoveled shit to put myself through school.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on May 21, 2003

Very dark write with truths in it.