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Robert Rowe was born in Agana, Guam in 1967 on the U.S. Naval base located there. A Navy veteran himself, Robert served in Operation Desert Storm. His first attempt at poetry was in the fourth grade when given an assignment by his English teacher to write a poem for the school’s poetry contest. Robert’s poem, entitled, “Funny Face,” about a jack-o-lantern, won third place in the school’s competition. This earned it the right to be judged at the Florida State Fair that year where it earned an Honorable Mention. Never achieving more than “average” status as a poet, Robert has managed to get a few poems published over the years. His early work is often described as “technically perfect, yet lacking substance.” Over the years, he has worked diligently to overcome that deficit taking course work in the art of poetry any time he can. He has become an outspoken critic on modern poets’ lack of artistry and lazy composition making him very unpopular within the poetry community, especially among those who are too lazy to work toward making their poetry better. Despite that, he strives to offer honest and insightful critiques.

  March 2024     25 days ago

Submitted Poems 34 total

Festive Tales From The Swamp

In Shrek's abode, where mint and marshland meet,
The hearth's warm dance casts light upon the seat.
While ancient logs burn, their fire's lively prance,
As earth's deep roots in fiery union dance.

Gingerbread's fervor with Yule pine's brisk...

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April 19, 1995

Frail shadow stilled in time amidst the dust,
Her silent form from earth's embrace I trust.
Just now past the point where I can revive
The burden I bear to wear Number Five.

Whispering soft words I know she can’t hear,
My silent prayer that...

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Shades of Injustice

Upstretched hands pressed to graffitied wall,
Legs outspread, face afire with angry shame;
Strange hands roam over impeccant body
Presumptive guilt in denim jeans unfound

On a boy whose skin is the color black.

From youthful mouth explodes...

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The New Collosus

Not like the brazen hulk of China’s fame,
Weathered fingers stretching through all its land
Here at river’s crossing, this wall will stand
A concrete and steel monument of shame

A prison not just for those who here came
Seeking life better...

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Phoenix Odious

Provocation triggered

Quicksilver lightning flashes
Igniting the chamber's core
Awakening the sulfurous beast inside
Growing straining
Fiery ember of terror
Red faced fever burning
Volcanic pressure building
Inside exploding...

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Ok, I was not expecting that. The finish surprised me!

First, in your work you write, "Hoping you We're here To stay." Probably just an oversight, but the word "we're" is a contraction shortening the two words "we are" into one. You meant to write, I am certain, "were" which is the correct word to use there. Simple typo probably. But, it does diminish the power of this poem.

Also a minor thing, but does cause your poem to not flow very well is your line syllable count. Of course, it is your poem and you can write it as you wish. But, the first stanza has five lines with 3-5-3-2-2 syllable count for a total of 15 syllables. The second stanza has six lines with 5-3-3-1-6-3 syllable count for a total of 21 syllables. It may not seem like much, but the inconsistent syllable count and the extra syllables in the second stanza make the reader stumble and falter. This can detract from your message as the reader is paying more attention to trying to focus on the rhythm rather than the meaning of the words, even words as powerful as you have written here.
These are just my thoughts. Take them for whatever value they have to you. I hope you have a wonderful day and create beautiful poetry.
 

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As I age, I, too, wonder such things. So, since you paid the money to have your poem seen by as many as possible, I believe you deserve an answer to your poem. I will answer with a poem of mine own:

In the quiet of the twilight years,

Where memories blend with silent tears,

A poet's heart still beats and yearns,

For the fire of youth that brightly burns.

The world may seem to turn away,

From the wisdom that you have to say,

But every word you've penned and thought,

Is a battle that you've bravely fought.

For in the art you've crafted true,

Lies a piece of the eternal you,

A legacy that time can't erase,

Nor silence the beauty you embrace.

So let the muse within you soar,

And pen your truth forevermore,

For even if the world's at rest,

Your words will pass the final test.

In every line, a life's refrain,

A triumph over loss and pain,

Your voice will echo, pure and clear,

And in the hearts of those who hear.

For what is art but life distilled,

A dream by passion's fire fulfilled?

And you, dear poet, are the flame,

That lights the path to lasting fame.

I hope hope you have a wonderful day and create beautiful poetry.
 

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Thank you. I will be patient. Though, I do wonder, is this site still moderated? I notice none of the people who run it have been seen for months.

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Beginning to wonder about this site. I earned the 100 free views yet when I went to use it, I was told I had to pay $10. Figuring I missed something, I used the contact us form to ask for help only to find out that using the contact form costs $1. I am left wondering if I should bother trying for the free contest submission as I may not get that after I earn it either. 

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This poem has a haunting quality, especially in the final stanza where the words are “frozen by dead bodies” and the path leads through a cemetery. It suggests a connection between love and mortality, and the acacia, often associated with resurrection and immortality, adds a layer of complexity and irony to this relationship. 

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It is a nice sentiment. Unfortunately, as a Haiku, it doesn't work simply for one extra syllable in the second line. I would offer this as a possible re-write: "your body's warmth sought, yet my"
Other than that one small detail, I really like it. The longing you convey in 17 (well, 18) syllables is emotive and tremendous. Keep up the good work. 

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Your poem is a dramatic and intense portrayal of seduction and betrayal, invoking the biblical figure of Jezebel to symbolize the dangerous allure of a femme fatale. The narrative voice in the poem warns of the consequences of succumbing to temptation, with the imagery of roses and embalming suggesting both the beauty and the finality of the encounter. The poem’s structure and rhythm create a sense of urgency and inevitability, leading to a chilling conclusion. It’s a powerful piece that explores themes of desire, deception, and doom. 

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I have noticed that your particular style tends to "cute" poems. This is yet another example of a cute poem you have crafted. Good work.

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Very well crafted and with a wonderful message. I would note though that line eight may need a little work as its metering is off and causes the reader, who is in a nice cadence up to that point, to stumble. It is, as far as I can tell, the only thing that detracts from this work, though. Well done. I hope to read more of your work in the future. 

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What a cute poem. I truly enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing this wistful and musing work.

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Every time I read one of your poems, you surprise me. Each seems to be better than the last.

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So, I am just curious, are you a writer? Lol. Crafted quite nicely. You have a gift with free verse, something I have yet to master. Keep up the good work.

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Jazmin, this is a beautiful poem. It certainly conveys your fears and concerns but gives the reader a sense of hope to earn what you cherish so highly; your smile. That said:
The lack of consistency in syllable count makes it a bit difficult to read. You started your first quatrain with a count of 7-8-9-10. Cool. A bit unusual, but also a bit unique. But, after that, your syllable count is all over the place. If you maintain that syllable count in each of your stanzas, it would make reading the poem easier. This inconsistency leads to deterring the reader from fully appreciating your message as the brain must devote resources to reconciling the change in pattern instead of being able to focus on the message. Indeed, it could even result in the reader discontinuing reading it. Just some thoughts that I hope will help you. Keep up the good work. I am following you so I can watch your progress. I am truly interested in seeing where you take your craft. You have talent. 

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