Beats Of Heart And Soul Forum One of my favorite writers .. ..

I like love poems , so this is one of my favorites by e.e. cummings.. by thw way, in a review i recieved  a guy said since i was not am not e.e. cummings using small i's was not right for me .. so hope mr. cummings does not mind thaty i use small i's here and there..


Since Feeling is First... e.e. cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

Anyone have any comments on  this poem?

I love this poem .. it is one for the people , namely the Veterans.. i think you will also like it .. i know it has heart and soul.




Missing in Action
His eyes said, "I'm tired of this endless life of endless agitation."



His sign said,"homeless vet will work for food."



His eyes said, "can't you see I'm ashamed of what my life has come to?"



His sign said, "come on I'm hungry and I've no where fit to rest.



Give me a job, any job and a simple pocket of change, and I will take it and be satisified with a hot cup of coffee and a plate of cheap food and a newspaper to cover my head."





His eyes said, "you owe me for what I've done for you.



I've killed for my flag and my country, and I did what I was told.



The blood of the enemy splattered me in my face just like the cold unwelcoming winds of home.



You owe me d****t, you owe me."



His sign said, "I'll take whatever you've got."







His eyes said, "don't look at me.



I'm lower than I thought I would go.



I used to be a golden-haired dreamer, everyone's dream of tomorrow, everyone's hometown hero, every mother's son and every father's puffed-out pride.



I carved up bodies with bullets and they, the b******s carved mine.



I came home scarred and battered though no one could see my pain.



Now I'm standing here with this damn sign, made of cardboard from some discarded box.



I stand here begging for work and food.



I stand here with hell behind me and hell beside me and hell in front of me, hoping for anything from anyone who will spare me some change or some food or both.



But don't look at me, don't look at me! Don't look at me!



I want you to see me and my damn sign, but don't look at me!



I'm lost and I can't find my way free.



I lost everything in those jungles and everything when I came home.



I lost the need to dream or wish or hope in a bottle or a pill or needle somewhere.



I lost the reason to be who I was and I don't know how to find it."



His sign said, "I'm tired, and I'm ready to die."







His eyes said, "I'd devour you if I could and pull you down beside me.



You with your car and your happy life.



You with your family and your house and your job.



You with your eyes staring at me and doing nothing.



You who sees my shame and then turns away disgusted by me.



'Here I am, another homeless guy begging!!!



Ha ha ha, aren't I something, dirty and filthy and shivering in the cold?!'



You'll pass by me like so many others and not even think twice about the guy who stood before you just a second ago.



You'll just see "homeless", but you won't see me,



and you'll drive on back to your life and your home and I'll still be out here with my shame and my sign, and my empty belly and my cold feet,



while you dine or recline or whatever you do.



damn you.



damn you,



damn you."



His sign said, "please."













� 2008 Blackbirdsong



Anyone have any comments on this poem?

Blackbirdsong has this one on her page..

i havent read cummings in a really long time, reminds me that i need to go back every now and again read my old favorites.  btw, the small "i" is not the exclusive propery of anyone, dont let anyone tell you how to write... there is no such thing as poetry police.

 

i liked the second poem as well, is that yours?  i liked it very much.

 

zig

Hi zig, nice to meet you .. thanks for the advice on the small i's.. i was wondering...

I did not wrtie the poem i posted .. a member of the group , a fantastic writer and
a nice lady too wrote it .. Blackbidsong .. she has some wonderful poems and stories..
All the writers in ther group are good and welcome:)
Glad you joined,

Chloe
xoxo