A gentle word that's whispered to a friend,
Each moment that another's in our hearts.
A single act of kindness that can mend
A life that has been shattered into parts.
Each time you stop before a hasty word
And understand that grief will bring no gain.
The anger that is caused by what is heard
Will come back many times to cause you pain.
The world is filled by ugly acts of strife
All caused by those who do not act with care.
The greatest service you can do in life,
Is give the world true joy that all can share.
You're bound to help all men by being kind
When love is first and foremost in your mind.
A contest entry
- #107 Living peace in the moment. by Lyndon.
5250 points, ended August 24, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dove Song by Shya.
600 points, ended September 21, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Wonderful... and true. Exactly my philosophy. What this world needs more of is love... thank you for entering my contest. I enjoyed reading this sonnet greatly. Shya
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Precise in form and thought, this defines peace
and presents it in poetic manner. I do note it
sways a bit off theme as the portrait here is one
of what creates peace for all rather than a glimpse
into your own moment. Blue
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"2) We aren't looking for poetry about peace per se;
we are looking for you to give us peace as the quote suggests,
"in the moment" of significance in our lives and/or in a continuing reality."
The sonnet was written at a time when the original judges of the contest were involved in a heated row with one entrant.
My poem was intended to address peace in that exact moment. I did not read the prompt as saying it had to be MY peace, rather it talked about "our lives" or "continuing reality"
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A beautiful sonnet of peace, with all the ingredients included, as easy to digest as those sweet tea cakes that the English do so well. I'll have one...
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Not bad.
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WOnderfully penned Jeff.
Well said, matter of fact when Candace brought me here tonight I had a message that was....well doesnt matter.
Thank you for being there for me.
Love you
Tory
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There is nothing quite like the English sonnet. The euphony of the quatrains - you know my opinion.
You have pitched this one just right, and even the enjambement is pleasing. Not bad. Not bad at all.
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I know, those enjambments hurt
Let's face it Bill was the best poet in any language and it is a pretty fair bet that what he picked the best tools!!!
He had the various Italian forms, Spensarians, Ottava Rima sonnets and abba cddc effe gg to choose from all were well know by then.
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Amen! What a beautiful sonnet and I can truly relate. The wisdom you pen here flows with the majasty of the lesson it teaches. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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Dann right.
Good luck in the contest.
This is a fine sentiment expressed with your usual skill and grace.
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You have spoken many a truth with your words.
All the best in the contest
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