An island of a smile
A face from Spain
Eyes from the Orient
No race to name
I breathe in the east
And wake in the west
No roots on the earth
I live out a quest
Cultures crashing on a beach
Unsure my being unshored
Acceptance by artists
Most others ignored
Sometimes confusion inspires a game
To see who'll guess right
Make fun of a few shades too dark
Stand alone a few shades too light
An island of a smile
A face from Spain
Eyes from the Orient
No race to name
A face from Spain
Eyes from the Orient
No race to name
I breathe in the east
And wake in the west
No roots on the earth
I live out a quest
Cultures crashing on a beach
Unsure my being unshored
Acceptance by artists
Most others ignored
Sometimes confusion inspires a game
To see who'll guess right
Make fun of a few shades too dark
Stand alone a few shades too light
An island of a smile
A face from Spain
Eyes from the Orient
No race to name
Copyright ©2005 J. R. Hollyday
You are so prolific, and expansive in your themes, you continuously amaze me. Add to
ReplyDeletethat an enormous talent, and we have the unique You! The, or one of the, most wonderful traits that America's have is that we are all mongrels. We are a nation of mongrels. We are the true blender mix. As long as we have the imput of all races, religions,and cultures, we will remain the greatest country in the history of civilizations, provided we homogenize as Americans. "We, the people..." stands as the strongest statement of individuality in
all of political literature. Thus ends the lesson. It is your fault, you wrote this onerous jewel. Thank you again. Lyle
Wow..I understand now why your comments were of no use to me. This poem is not fully developed. It sounds more like lines to a "rock" song. It lacks creativity and full development of thought. I usually don't review poetry I don't feel because I would hate to discourage anyone, and if this would have been good I simply would have bypassed instead of reviewing, however after your review of me, I could not resist reviewing this "blah" poem. Sorry, this one is no good...to me
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Ignore spearson3. This is a very fine poem, and one likely to get carried along in the hearts of readers. I don't write this kind of poem, but I recognize skill when I see it, and there's a ton of skill in here. The rhythm is as clean as an ocean breeze and the word choice is startling. I'd give it a seven if the stars when that high!
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this has a good spirit in it, i can hear the voice very well...it is to each thier own as to what they hear...what they feel...some speak with forked words...do not let them spite...good work...jnet...Cj
ReplyDeleteI don't know how someone could not understnad what your trying to say here, I think you expressed yourself very well and the idea was very creative and real. Jay :)
ReplyDeleteGood writing, you are an American. One big melting pot as they use to say. But you are also and more importantly, a poet. Keep your heart bright and your mind clear, you have so much good to share.
ReplyDeletePeace and good will. Smiles
Wow! What a gracious and beautiful commentary on the diversity of us all, we who comprise this eclectic melting pot of a gifted nation, the sum total of all we are as one. Masterful work! Makes me want to hug you! Jere
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