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Oh God Mr Tate..i was so honored to review this masterpiece..
I would not expect nothing less from you..you know as i read it
I was like on a stage and you asked me to read it out loud
how exquisitely lovely it will come..i swear ..i felt it like a sypmphony
each group of words sounded like they were so high in pitch and then it got low
how you dessicate life and time ,how you humble yourself..God you were made for poetry
those tired footsteps down the lane of time telling tales of pain and ache and tired bones
its a constant labor and long and lonely nights still i stood on top of mountains where God used to play
my words though so hazed they would light a hundred miles from here to eternity and yet more
time only told how love was felt and lost ,lives lived and passed and just at what cost
what loveliness..great symphony from beginning to end..true master poet you are my friend
lovely write..

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Dear Mr. Tate,

It is my apology for not returning to the cafe sooner to check up, so I'm quite behind; but I'd love to review this for you. You're right. Long reviews do take quite a bit to write. I do love writing them though. Sometimes I just take up too much time in an introductory paragraph.

The poem's message speaks out personally as I've lived in places where the town was dead, not because nobody inhabited it's 30, 000 population walls, but because there was never a smile. A lot of soul went into writing this, especially in paragraphs 5-7. One of your greatest talents is probably the ability to express yourself while being able to keep it in structure, keeping it clear, keeping it concise.

There is a few things I would look at: adding comma's where they're needed. That is perhaps the only criticism I can give while viewing this. In the last paragraph - first line, there needs to be a comma there to signify a break of thought, but connect them. I can see in other places where you didn't add grammatical figures simply because it'd break flow.

If not even, these are just small things to look at but do not reflect your rating. You are a writer beyond words. Thank you, Tate. 10/10.

Sincerely,
S. W. Scaggs

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

I think at this point, there's little I can add.
You have a most remarkable gift with words, and this is an exquisite piece.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

A terrific picture of a beautiful child, acompanied by a wonderful song, your words are sensitive and loving. It is a hard heart that doesn't melt at the sight of an innocent child's smile.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Oh God Mr Tate..i was so honored to review this masterpiece..
I would not expect nothing less from you..you know as i read it
I was like on a stage and you asked me to read it out loud
how exquisitely lovely it will come..i swear ..i felt it like a sypmphony
each group of words sounded like they were so high in pitch and then it got low
how you dessicate life and time ,how you humble yourself..God you were made for poetry
those tired footsteps down the lane of time telling tales of pain and ache and tired bones
its a constant labor and long and lonely nights still i stood on top of mountains where God used to play
my words though so hazed they would light a hundred miles from here to eternity and yet more
time only told how love was felt and lost ,lives lived and passed and just at what cost
what loveliness..great symphony from beginning to end..true master poet you are my friend
lovely write..

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Love the stanzas...

"For I'm a humble poet;
of no specialty nor skill.
Who sees the distant longing;
of the child upon the hill."

and

"Through haze and smoke deliver;
my pen light upon the page.
Records the music playing;
from every day and age.

To watch the gentle snowflake;
alight soft on a child’s tongue.
Releasing awe and wonder;
of innocence in the young."

But Tate! The novice poet in me could not get these ones...

"To save the soul of ruin;
stop to watch your children play."

Cheers!
Nayan

Posted 1 Month Ago

The last stanza says it all in a nutshell.
Well done! Good Luck in the Contest

Posted 1 Month Ago

Very nice sonnet! 100 daisies...and poets need not a professional license to be skilled. This is nicely done.

Posted 2 Months Ago

Ah the innocence which has now long since been replaced in our young by the indifference of the modern age where complicity is only the beginning of an irrationality or manufactured feeling given in to fear or immorality.
These days children want to be adults before they have reached adolesence and in so lose something of their innocence,we often as adults hark back to when we were teenagers to recapture our lost youth.
Today we are so busy in our little world and bubble getting from a to b without realising the most precious gift known to man is the creation of life.

Posted 2 Months Ago

Ohhh sooo wawww !! Good grief Tate....this is awesome and straight from the heart of a man who obviously has very strong paternal instincts. Very emotional write. I would love to meet the person who loves children more than me...cos I don't think he/she exists. Thank you for sharing.

Babs xx

Posted 2 Months Ago

I love how well this flows. This is such a beautiful poem and so very true. Sometimes all it takes is to see a child smile to change your day and make you realize how wonderful life is. This is a truly inspiring piece of work, Great write!

Posted 2 Months Ago