Simalaya (poem) by Ronald W. Hull on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 12, 2014

While life clings on,
to sing its song,
and the tides roll in,
so it goes, on and on.

I love your poem. It reads like a song. Thank you for sharing your gift, Ron. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on June 8, 2014

You've been watching Cosmos haven't you? The parallel universe concept is fascinating especially since we really can't fathom the one we're in. Patrick

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on June 8, 2014

"The universe is our oyster,
the universe is free. Use it"
Before we get charged for that!
Great piece, Ron.

Reviewed by John Dyhouse (Reader)

Reviewed on June 4, 2014

Loved the poem, but thought the theme wavered and changed rather than developed. However that may simply be my own limitation - after only a second read.

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on June 2, 2014

Nicely said. It's free only in the sense that all the little trolls crawling around here cannot collect a fee from it. But it will gobble up anyone or anything that tries to abuse it.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on June 2, 2014

And use it well, as you did in this piece.

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on June 1, 2014

Lexicon of mastery and a masterful work of profundity. You array of thoughts, is quite simply, stunning.

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on June 1, 2014

You didn't go to the same school I did; nothing is ever free, Ron.

Reviewed by Mary Cochrane

Reviewed on June 1, 2014

Much to learn from this universe. Sometimes I feel like I know just a fraction. Very well written Ron. Thanks for sharing!

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on June 1, 2014

So much here that I wonder about. We know so little but our wondering is great. I enjoyed this.

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by D.T. de Bruijn

Reviewed on June 1, 2014

Good write, opens my eyes to endless imagination, makes me remember my little boy fantasies, that I still treasure. Thank you, Ron!

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on June 1, 2014

This was fun to read. Written with a kind of wide-eyed wonderment. I had to laugh, Ron, at these three lines:
"Only to implode,
and release its load,
of pent-up gas,"... because I think you've found an apt description for the colicky thought-processes of pot-head poets. Enjoyed... rlc

Reviewed by Isabella Koldras

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

...truly awe-inspiring fourth dimension reality...poem...Thank you Ron, for sharing your poem that took me on a whirlwind tour of poetry and Science...moment to remember...fondly...

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

A super nova write. Well done.

Michael D.

Reviewed by DM Yates (Reader)

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

Really enjoyed this one. Very inspiring.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

Great message within this poem. We are not born to know everything yet, and some are still unreached by the human minds and knowledge. The universe is a large home, housing little planets such as the one we dwell in. Although it seems impossible to learn everything about the universe within our lifetime, but what we've learned we passed it onto our future generations. The learning process will not cease. Yes, "Use it" is the key word to gain new knowledge.

Love this, Ron! Very well written!!!

Reviewed by J. Roseline

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

So very true, Ron , I agree fully with what you say.
Learn fromthe plants and animals,,,JK

Reviewed by audrine max

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

and yes we will.. very well penned, as always.

Reviewed by Clarence Prince

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

A great job, you've got strong imagination of the wonders of God, you will be blessed!

Reviewed by Tom poesyco.th@gmail.com

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

Well said my Friend !

Reviewed by Jansen Estrup

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

Brave vision ... the universe as free (for the taking)...

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on May 31, 2014

This one is special, Ron. Your commend of the language is very apparent withing the lines of this far-reaching poem. It read like an outstanding thriller without the body counts and blood, although that is also a part of nature as we climb these rocky peaks just because we can. Our personal mountain peaks, however, sometimes are much more dangerous to climb that the huge pile of rock pushed up from under the sea.