The Life of a Poet (poem) by Bernice Angoh on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on March 20, 2008

I love the ending of this poem... or life creed, rather.

I didn't discover poetry until just a few months ago, but rather left that venue for my talented poet sister, Charlie. :~) But then... something happened and words just began to spill out with a need for being written in a form other than prose.

Well done!
Cryssa

Reviewed by Lavendar Jazz

Reviewed on March 12, 2008

Yes, you are a wonderful poet...

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on March 12, 2008

This is such sweet music to my years...such a stunning offering of what it is to be a poet.
"I am a poet, I must be, lest I perish..."
This was simply wonderful. Love, Diana.

Reviewed by Michael Guy

Reviewed on March 11, 2008

Woman, that sure is beautiful too, not only what you say but how you begin saying it. It sort of starts out with the rhythm of a pebble cast into a mirror lake and then moves out like those ripples in a satifying undulation. I think this is the best so far I've read of you. More like this and I will HAVE to keep your poems closer.

PS: I have recently come to appreciate and know Andre who is a poet of a higher order for sure and one fine fellow human! I was slack (as usual) in getting to know him!

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on March 11, 2008

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on March 10, 2008

This is so, so true. I almost suffocated myself when I deprived my muse of that dance floor.
Writing again after 12 years has been like learning to drink clear water after straining stale mud through my teeth for years.

And lucky we are too, aren't we. And English-speakers to boot. Ours is a vocabulary larger than all the rest by far. Lucky, lucky, lucky... Dance on... --Charlie

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on March 10, 2008

Excellent write Bernice
love & peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Ann Marquette

Reviewed on March 9, 2008

Wonderful Bernice, really wonderful.

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on March 9, 2008

Bernice,
Your Beautiful Spirit Sings Through Your Pen's Lovely Poetic Express!!

Embrasse'
Vickie

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 9, 2008

An ode to the art.

Ron

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on March 8, 2008

...never ending ink...within the blood...a poet says much.
excellent Bernice...
John

Reviewed by J. Evans

Reviewed on March 8, 2008

Bernice,

Nicely done... I admire your work!!!

J. Earl Evans

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on March 8, 2008

Oh my, how you have encapsulated my life, as a teacher saw a long time back... it is lonely, as others rarely seem to understand what you're thinking or perceiving, but on that rare occasion you meet a like minded person who sees life, and is awake it is a rare but wonderful time.. as so many are asleep in the hum drum world of gotta get, gotta get, gotta have, gotta work more hours to get the money to be forever happy with the latest this, that, one car, two cars three cars, faster faster more more........dead... and lived sleeping...
When in countries that people are happy, most don't have a tv, car, etc.... I gave up my car for a push bike, and blimey, how much more does one notice life... but never without my note pad....
The world owes it's sanity to artists...

Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle

Reviewed on March 8, 2008

Bernice,
I love your ending interpretation of how a poet lives and works.

Thanks,
Jill

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on March 8, 2008

You are right Marcia, we do write because we have to and that's what I mean when I say "I am a poet, I must be, lest I perish..." and our existence depends on writing poetry because we were created to be poets...

hugzzzz

Bernice

Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford

Reviewed on March 8, 2008

Great poem Bernice. I especially like the way you ended it even though I'm one of those who write because I have to.