a famous bard (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on October 22, 2008

Eileen,

You have a rare gift for connecting with your readers - brilliant!!

Hugs,

Lance

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on September 21, 2008

good one

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on August 4, 2008

...words to tender many a poetic heart...this sea of words we sail upon.
excellent and most beautiful Eileen...
John

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on July 31, 2008

A sad truth to many of the great creative minds that died before their talent was known. Wonderful write.

Ed

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on July 26, 2008

once written upon the wind, never to be rescinded -- another poem with meanings to ponder, analyze -- great poem Eileen --Gods bless -- JMW

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on July 25, 2008

rich with imagery and connectedness, eileen.
as always, masterfully expressed.
be well, poetess,
carolyn

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on July 24, 2008

AH!!!! so reminds me of the time we spent last winter in the hills and valleys of Dylan Thomas in Wales. To visit his home out of season and be allowed into his "private rooms" by the curator who was a personal friend of his children, was special. I just can't wait to see the new film about his mythical life, starring Kiera Knightly. There are those writers whose very essence keeps on creating and weaving through the mists of time and in the hearts and minds of all who are touched by them, well beyond the grave. Excellent! Kate xx

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on July 24, 2008

Lovely write, as they say the graveyards are full of untapped talent

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on July 23, 2008

I wonder if my name will ever be on that list
Of wanna be poets??? after I am gone???
Thanks for sharing
Love & peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on July 23, 2008

A shame you have to die to be a somebody. That breaks my heart although I have said a thousand times, my children will read my work when I m gone and wish they had read it while I was alive so they could tell me what it meant to them. Thank you Eileen for the sad truth.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

lovely words!

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

A very hearwarming and endearing tribute as the writing of the soul lives on....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

Beautiful tribute to the many Ancient Poets
But one that comes to mind that I love Shakespeare
And I agred with Michael Guy
Excellent write Eileen
Peace Love and Light...Morning Star

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

Me thinks it's yours! Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

I agree with Richard. This is a wonderful tribute to the anonimity of so many famous bards that left unpublished work behind. You never know. Excellent Liz

Reviewed by Michael Guy

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

Lovely idea but: if it 'twere Shakespeare, he wasn't exactly a poor loner; and if it were any other of a few I can think of, somebody had to know his work or it would perish. Therefore the axiom: "publish or perish" - I would have chosen a musician, but how could there be such a thing?

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

great example of starving artist Eileen, Van Gogh couldn't even sell a painting when he was alive, now his works are worth millions. And us poets, who knows? hugs

Reviewed by Theresa Koch

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

Wonderful yet sad in a way

Reviewed by Shedding Light

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

Poetry to a poet is his or her offspring ... the seeds left behind.

Harold M. Nash

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

Poets are lived on in memory and their poetry, though who knew them alive...ed

Reviewed by Richard Orey

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

Crazy, isn't it: Death is a launching pad.

Reminds me of the words of Kahlil Gibran in 1924:
"And ever has it been that love
Knows not its own depth
Until the hour of separation."

Well, nobody knows me now, so maybe there's hope for me in the future. Yeah, when I won't be around to give a damn! Maybe I could fake my death. Naw. My wife wouldn't put up with that.

Guess I'll have to be content living in darkness, my only illumination bathing in the light of such as E. T. Waldron.

A truly original write, Eileen. I loved it!
Richard

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

Very good write, Eileen; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

Would we become like that bard, our words on everyone's lips - from one famous bard to another, the ultimate in loving tribute - well done, Eileen!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

LOL at Jerry :)

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

An anomality to the rule, after one hundred years nothing of his has been forgotten.
Long live to the poets that inmortalize the words etching them in the heart of the readers.

Georg

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on July 22, 2008

A great tribute to a famous bard. Long after we die our souls shall remain in the lines of our poetry. GBQ