Master's degree in frozen hearts (edit)

Unsure how to comment on this poem which is so interwoven with its subject. I see a great deal of accuracy in the description of a man either unable or unwilling to go to the trouble of being civil in his criticisms. A pity that his talent remains so well hidden due to his personality.......................stan

An interesting poem Mona.
I liked the title it drew me in and though I just get the chance to read the odd poem at present here on Neo I felt I should take the time to comment on this.
I would like to take the poem as it appears and have tried to block out the background to this that I knew of through the Rex Mundo poems but I apologise if that somehow colours my comments.
This comes across as a wispy whimsical poem of love that could have been but never happened and I am reminded so starkly that this has happened to you twice ...yes with the same man or the same apparent man but it begs the question of the lines

Your boundaries here on earth
While mine
There among the galaxy

You obviously portray yourself as the better human specimen in this particular piece of writing but I have to wonder at the image in your head of who that person really is.

Kaligantsaros is many things but never a frozen heart so once again I think you have got it wrong.

Best Wishes
Seabhac

It is interesting how one person could be so many many things to different folks.. If i were young I could have fallen in love with him or someone like him.

Indiscreet, challenging, passionate, sarcastic, witty and imaginative with more than a touch of irony, but deserving of a master's degree in a frozen heart? I think not. Perhaps a heart frozen by time and distance.....an inability to bridge cultures....

However, I did write several times and mentioned my missing two of the most clever, outstanding poets who seemed to manage to get themselves in trouble.... Kal/Theo and Weirdelf/Jess. I miss (what is his real name, I don't think it is Ephram) who was able to write under numerous identities, each with a different style. I miss Patrick, others who rarely post poems it seems, the list grows longer every day. I miss Jayne.

The site could use Jess' and Theo's honesty and their ability to push poets beyond their status quo. Even Jonathan has slacked off in that department. I love Neopoet, but I don't like the lukewarm atmosphere. An almost passionless grey pallor seems to have descended.

Who are we without someone to push our buttons, make us take note of ourselves?

Good to see you Seabhac. and Mona.

~Anna

It's a beautiful write, clear and precise. a nice tribute too.
everyone turns up eventually, don't worry soon they'll be no room for us. Hahaha!
thanks for sharing this dedication!
Always Eddie

poem, Communicate This, I tried to show the different personalities that have come and gone here at Neo. My muse took over at the end, and maybe she did continue the line of thought in her own way. "Ready or not, here we come." I hope that this site will soon be full of those who will not be afraid to offer honest critique. However, we do not need the brutalness that existed on the site before. Honesty tempered with encouragment is the very best thing for us all. I see that in you, and hope that you will continue to be that person. Your poem is very good, and I will be back as soon as I am able to give you the honest critique that it deserves. ~ Gee

Mona my friend this is just beautiful, so powerful and to the point when such beautiful flow, I love it. and I am so glad it is not about me haha. great write my friend

First off, I'd like to say that I enjoyed your poem and the
comments on it.

The title, it would be a Master's Degree, not a Master Degree.

The way I read this, the intended one does seem ignorant to
the love being sent his way ... and it seems a shame for both.
Maybe I read more into it than was there, but it left me sad for
both him and her.

hope all is good in your life

Richard

the flow is great..the word usage is pretty good too. i like the theme.. coz i also encountered a person like whom mona dedicated the poem...

what i like most here was the pattern of the poem..i think you are good in free("rhyme-less") poetry...you put emphasis on the picture you want your readers see through rather than the form of the poem itself..

but nevertheless ...a good write,..

keep it up..

I read the poem as a Master not necessarily degreed, so to speak. But if you're going to change it in the
title, you need to change the 2nd last line to.

Thanks again for this poem, waking us all up a little bit, (seems we've fallen asleep since the flesh and blood old Neopoet days) Mona.

I think aside from Jess' admitted and obvious physical problems, the emotional expenditures would never have happened had the participants of both sides not so engaged. Why defend someone's criticism of one's poem to the extent that the tension exacerbates? It takes two to have a conversation or a knock down dragged out fight.

Unless you watched *Fight Club* and then you grok that the only one we're ever and always fighting with are our own denials and postulations.

~A

Those Arabian nights

So flow

Deep in the caresses
The ravines down below

But this much i will tell you
And you also know

Man is the child
Who doesn't know?

When to rush
Or run
And when to go slow

But you need to guide him
Men are also like
women
But woe
Has been
Interwoven

No spoken words
Nor sign language
That little brain can get

Silence and smile convey
Much more than kisses can do,
Body language is understood,
But by minuscule few
Eyes are the windows to lover’s souls,
Who will and who doesn't
Reach life's goal,
Is never ever to anyone foretold.

Love is a mission of life,
Burdened with strife,
Be one a hubby or a wife
Life is simply
A speck of human strife

Neither you nor I will meet one day
Only if you would read me
Through my eyes
But you can’t
How could I call you my ....

beloved?

his LOSS I ASSURE YOU
YOU ARE THE BELOVED
NOT HE
I WISH THIS U KNEW

MEN ALWAYS THINK
WITH THEIR LOWER HEAD
AMEN

I don't see it as anti-men. To me this poem speaks about how a person can crush within another person the very idea or belief in true romantic love. Maybe the world does that well enough on its own or maybe it takes that special someone to rid the ghost of love from your heart. Sorry I didn't respond to this poem sooner, I can't believe I didn't. Its sad but I like it very much.

John