tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703135896090475473.post6164326658693953690..comments2024-01-03T15:44:32.214+11:00Comments on Anthony J. Langford: From Youth to the VoidAnthony J. Langfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02027216695415849158noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703135896090475473.post-70472462113231399432014-03-15T19:10:03.151+11:002014-03-15T19:10:03.151+11:00P.S. Great choice of photos in relation to your po...P.S. Great choice of photos in relation to your poem.It gives a visual impact.<br />HimAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703135896090475473.post-10842171119945341742014-03-15T19:05:04.213+11:002014-03-15T19:05:04.213+11:00Good one. All true. Youth sees black and white. Ol...Good one. All true. Youth sees black and white. Older and older sees grayness and not just the older grayness. Did I think,feel and do that !<br />HimAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703135896090475473.post-59166836706505481142014-03-11T12:12:11.470+11:002014-03-11T12:12:11.470+11:00Thank you so much for your very generous comments....Thank you so much for your very generous comments. So nice of you all. I'm glad it found some resonance. Thank you for taking the time out to read. It means the world to me. :)Anthony J. Langfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02027216695415849158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703135896090475473.post-86949540651942820402014-03-11T04:46:10.152+11:002014-03-11T04:46:10.152+11:00"The only lessons that counted
Were the ones ... "The only lessons that counted<br />Were the ones where I fell hard on my face."<br /><br />I see that Anonymous especially liked these lines too.<br /><br />How you find so many beautiful ways to express humanity through verse, amazes me. Very well done, my friend. You're a gift.<br /><br />xoRobynRawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703135896090475473.post-4863764072342456452014-03-10T13:51:52.927+11:002014-03-10T13:51:52.927+11:00And I’m left shouting into the void
Searching for ...And I’m left shouting into the void<br />Searching for … <br />(if only I knew …)<br /><br />Classic line Anthony! So damn true. Full of angst and no idea why. <br /><br />I love this one because I felt it and I lived it...<br /><br />Pat Tilletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17699973774273291205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703135896090475473.post-70586606048707031312014-03-10T13:22:06.803+11:002014-03-10T13:22:06.803+11:00I agree Graham this is a really powerful poem my f...I agree Graham this is a really powerful poem my favourite lines are:<br /><br />The only lessons that counted<br />Were the ones where I fell hard on my face<br /><br />Thank you for sharing it with us AnthonyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703135896090475473.post-51140492262797061242014-03-10T12:07:57.805+11:002014-03-10T12:07:57.805+11:00Great poem Anthony, one of your better ones. I lik...Great poem Anthony, one of your better ones. I liked the lines about teachers just reciting, and about the search for answers. Your intial lines about raised middle fingers echo comments of mine made just a few minutes ago, about an immature bikie (is there any other kind?) on the front page of the Age with a two raised middle fingers. I liked the pictures too, the lone trees preparing to weather a storm, a trail that wanders backwards and forwards in search of a destination.Graham Clementshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06430135062211828206noreply@blogger.com