Luna's Form Poetry
Viewing comments for Chapter 21 "Nobody's Child"a place to gather my poetic forms
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Comment from judiverse
Such a wonderful idea for a nonet. You create a mood and atmosphere in this. The girl in this poem is in a straight tequila mood. She's "Lookin' for Love in All the Wrong Places." She's hoping some guy to take her mind off that old cowboy love. She "waltz Across Texas" to find him. Dime store lovin' is a great expression. You really managed to tell a story in your nine lines. Great work, and good luck in the contest. juldi
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
Such a wonderful idea for a nonet. You create a mood and atmosphere in this. The girl in this poem is in a straight tequila mood. She's "Lookin' for Love in All the Wrong Places." She's hoping some guy to take her mind off that old cowboy love. She "waltz Across Texas" to find him. Dime store lovin' is a great expression. You really managed to tell a story in your nine lines. Great work, and good luck in the contest. juldi
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
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judi, I'm so happy you liked this. I love that song. And I'm glad you liked my expression about "dime store lovin'". I appreciate your good luck wishes.
Happy holidays,
jeni
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You're very welcome. Best wishes for a great holiday season. judi
Comment from CEO2020
This nonet poem has meaning. I see a story flow from the words - like something came from nothing. A homeless girl in need of love and affection. Well done!
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
This nonet poem has meaning. I see a story flow from the words - like something came from nothing. A homeless girl in need of love and affection. Well done!
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
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I appreciate your viewpoint and kind words. I'm so glad that you enjoyed this. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Happy holidays,
jeni
Comment from Fridayauthor
This is a very easy poem to visualize, on a summer night, with barely a breeze, only crickets humming, a dusty road, lights of a honky-tonk up ahead, what the hell, nothin' else is happening. Why not?
Thanks for the fun night!
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
This is a very easy poem to visualize, on a summer night, with barely a breeze, only crickets humming, a dusty road, lights of a honky-tonk up ahead, what the hell, nothin' else is happening. Why not?
Thanks for the fun night!
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
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I'll bet it was a fun night, I remember them well. I'm glad you appreciated my poem and thank you for reading and your kind words of review.
Happy holidays,
jeni
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Thanks! Your setting so reminded me of one of the few poems I've posted here...
WRONG SIDE OF THE HILL
Joe Bob was a busted condom, Sue Anne, a forgotten pill,
Born in a rented trailer, on the wrong side of the hill.
Jimmy Al O?Riley, taught me teenage sin,
Bent me over his Chevy truck, behind the ?Do Drop Inn.?
Long neck Bud in bottles, lined up two by two,
Followed up with gin shots, often quite a few.
Jim tipped his hat for Detroit, never said goodbye,
Same damn thing for what?s-his-name, that other drinking guy.
I got my act together, diapers did the trick,
That and hungry babies, and caring for ?em sick.
Raised the two together, put a third one in the ground,
Kept ahead of the repo man, who often came around.
Food stamps and blessed Jesus, and a part time job or three,
Got me through the lean years, taught me nothing comes for free.
Most troubles now behind me, and I can rock outside,
Dreaming dreams that never came, but pleased with them I tried.
Sue Anne's a dietician, Joe Bob . . . I?m just not sure,
I only know he dresses well, and they keep on paying more.
I still shop the thrift store, and often bake for three,
Sarah smiles at grandma, when she comes to visit me.
Gone?s the rented trailer, we all called home so long,
The kids bought me a double wide, where I can hum my song.
It?s only down the hollow, from where I spent my years,
Where I laughed my laughs, and had my fun,
And often shed my tears.
Here I?ll stay until the day, when Jesus has his will,
When they come to bury me, on the wrong side of the hill.
Comment from RGstar
This reminds of the good old West. When cowboys were real cowboys. The whole write gives that John Wayne feel.
I think this competition is over, but , good write.
Have a good day.
Best wishes.
RGstar
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
This reminds of the good old West. When cowboys were real cowboys. The whole write gives that John Wayne feel.
I think this competition is over, but , good write.
Have a good day.
Best wishes.
RGstar
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
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Oh, geez I didn't know the comp was over, but that's really okay. I enjoyed writing this and I'm really flattered that you mention John Wayne. I'm going to share this review with my husband, who is a die-hard John Wayne fan. He's always got his movies on the television.
Happy holidays,
jeni
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No,No No...my mistake..its not over...Good chance :)
Best wishes.
Comment from EricBrady
Sounds like someone is getting their kicks on route 66. An excellent nonet and a great entry for the contest. A young lady out to tickle her wild side a bit. I love the story that is told and I believe we have been in this mood at one time or another. Great presentation. Best wishes in the contest.
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
Sounds like someone is getting their kicks on route 66. An excellent nonet and a great entry for the contest. A young lady out to tickle her wild side a bit. I love the story that is told and I believe we have been in this mood at one time or another. Great presentation. Best wishes in the contest.
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
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Thanks so much, Eric. I sure have been in this mood at one time or another, and country music often puts me in that mood again...especially music by the outlaw country boys!
Happy holidays,
jeni
Comment from rama devi
Expressive poetic portrait in fine nonet form. What a great presentation. I like how the voicing sounds like the POV diction of the protagonist. Well done. Especially good flow with enjambment. Fluid.
Good luck
Warmly, rd
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
Expressive poetic portrait in fine nonet form. What a great presentation. I like how the voicing sounds like the POV diction of the protagonist. Well done. Especially good flow with enjambment. Fluid.
Good luck
Warmly, rd
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016
reply by the author on 17-Dec-2016
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Dear rama devi, thank you once again for such a fine review. I'm really pleased that you thought this was done well, and liked the voicing sounds and the enjambment.
Always,
jeni
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Comment from padumachitta
Hi I like the voice in this one. It stay consistant all the way through and boy howdy yup...know a few of thses and been there too...drove truck for years, as a woman in the early 80s...a female trucker...well...it was an interesting time..been a cowgirl as well...gotta tell ya...truck stops still do the best eggs and bacon...amoungst other things...
Hi I like the voice in this one. It stay consistant all the way through and boy howdy yup...know a few of thses and been there too...drove truck for years, as a woman in the early 80s...a female trucker...well...it was an interesting time..been a cowgirl as well...gotta tell ya...truck stops still do the best eggs and bacon...amoungst other things...
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016
Comment from sandy montgomery
This poem definitely has personality. It had its own voice as I read it. I think it should do well in yhe contest. It's got a great vibe
Thank you for sharing your work
This poem definitely has personality. It had its own voice as I read it. I think it should do well in yhe contest. It's got a great vibe
Thank you for sharing your work
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016
Comment from Ogden
An excellent nonet, Jeni! And quite an unexpected voice for it, from a milieu perhaps not very often visited on FS. Very well-articulated! Good work.
Don
An excellent nonet, Jeni! And quite an unexpected voice for it, from a milieu perhaps not very often visited on FS. Very well-articulated! Good work.
Don
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016
Comment from nomi338
The sad part and risky nature of feeling desperate to be loved is that being loved, giving love and making love is not always related. Anyone can make love or have sex and call it love making. to give and receive love requires a commitment and a genuine desire to be real, to not have hidden agendas, to not have unreal expectations. It is pretty deep. I lost a daughter, my oldest a few years ago and not a day goes by that I don't miss her. I have her siblings and her two children in my life so it is not so bad, but to quote Prince, where she is concerned, "Nothing takes the place of you."
The sad part and risky nature of feeling desperate to be loved is that being loved, giving love and making love is not always related. Anyone can make love or have sex and call it love making. to give and receive love requires a commitment and a genuine desire to be real, to not have hidden agendas, to not have unreal expectations. It is pretty deep. I lost a daughter, my oldest a few years ago and not a day goes by that I don't miss her. I have her siblings and her two children in my life so it is not so bad, but to quote Prince, where she is concerned, "Nothing takes the place of you."
Comment Written 16-Dec-2016