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WHAT KIND OF FOOL ARE YOU? (Free verse) by Joshua_Tree

How many fools have been found by love, Empty, desolate, and longing, Surrendered to their low estate Finding that for which they had dared not hope? How many have been made fools by love, Certain of their lives and dreams, Crushed upon the rocks of anguish, Stripped of all they thought to be? How many fools have forsaken love, Hardened lonely and bitter, Surrounded by walls of their own making, Protected from all but their own selfishness? How many fools have been revealed by love, Bold, brash or embittered, Squeezed until their heart pours forth, The secrets they had hoped to retain.

Joshua_Tree 3-Jul-05/7:27 PM
Language is an issue. Culture is another. Most of the Dutch people that I've met via Internet have been, like you, easily as literate in English language and pop culture as the more intelligent native speakers. That doesn't mean that you'll ever be comfortable with it.

I wrote a couple poems in French while I was in highschool. Two of them were memorable enough to survive the religious purges that decimated my notebooks between 18 and 21. One is a bilingual poem inspired by the opera Carmen. The other became a passionate series of poems in an enjammed dimeter that leaves the reader as breathless as befits the subject matter.

It was worth doing. If it was the only thing that I had to do with my life, I would do it well. As it stands, I am fortunate to be able to write as much as I do.

...and the site, well, you're right. Largely because the posters *ARE* the critics. My point, ill-made as it was, is that we can scarce expect to attract better when we have a rabid dog in our 'midst. It's a shame to lose a talented individual who has already found the site and endured for as long as you have.




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