DEAD POETS

just listen you will hear them

DEAD  POETS

 

Listen

Hear the whisper

Of  those who know

For we shall learn

They are here and will never go

 

What is it we do not understand

Listen to those who passed

Those who have left our land

Those voices out of eternity

Pleading for us to listen

 

All the pestilence we endure

They discussed it then

Those distant voices

And their whispers are still pure

In this misty  frothy atmosphere

 

Voices deep from within the grave

Remind  us  pleading

We still can save

Our land our souls

All we need dead poets is to listen

They are the only ones who know

 

------Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Hello!
I have never reviewed one of your poems. I am here as I have just read a review of one of Pratibha's poems that she is currently featuring, so I thought I would check out one of your writes.
The dead poets indeed have much to tell us, yet we often choose to listen with closed hearts and minds, as we allow that which could become better remain dead and stagnant with them. Plans and ideals of the past were perhaps at times the solution to a great riddle, or a problem of humanity. It is sad that mankind can be so stubborn and unyielding! We can but place our hope in the future!
An excellent write with much food for thought!
Sheila

[Pratibha]

I came back to continue with my review now that I know precisely what you meant by DEAD POETS...
It is indeed sad that the new generation is so shallow...self centered thoughts, so many self destructive thoughts going around...and yet they won't learn from the heritage and from our ancestors who wrote such lovely poems which have the capacity to move us even today...and which have the power to transform us inside out, if we will allow them to enter our soul which is unfortunately guarded by false sense of grandeur...!

[Pratibha]

We still can save Our land our souls All we need dead poets is to listen They are the only ones who know...

I would love to know more emotions behind these words...!
I would love to know what made you think this awesome concept...!!

i wonder...

one more powerful write and an enjoyable read....will wait to share your point of view...!!

[Sabine]

Your poem carries the torch of the ancestors. The pastoral imagery stages an alluring and brilliantly respective path. Blessings, Sabine*

[Alice Oiseau]

When reading this, I imagined the poem being recited over a campfire in an ancient whisper, and the wind passes by carrying the voice of the dead poets.
Excellent poem! The strong imagery helps deliver a haunting mood and overall great poem.
Cheers.

[Julie Dant]

I sooo wish I was as eloquent as you are with regards to writing reviews. I am not, so all I can do is try to tell you how I feel after reading this beautiful, thoughtful and completely true piece. Your words have painted pictures in my mind. Of all the old bards....shaking their heads in thier frustration and sadness at our modern society as a whole. I can hear them saying in unison...almost a chant...almost a prayer...almost a command: Love one another....Love is the key....love....love...love...EXPRESS YOUR LOVE! If all humankind could just do this one simple thing....
I am listening, John. To their old and ancient rhymes, but ESPECIALLY to yours. Thank you for this. ...
MY favorite. ;0)

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

I tend to agree with Kimberly on this you are an amazing writer and any style you choose always seems to fit the subject of your piece. Bravo.
Hugs Debby

[just is]

Voices deep from within the grave
Remind us pleading We still can save Our land our souls
All we need dead poets is to listen T
hey are the only ones who know

I like this alot, the whole write, these lines stood out to me, This is so true.
This is one amazing write here. You are one amazing writer.