Gladius Poeticus

A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).

1. Susan L Daniels 9.7.12 / 5am

   reminds me of something I said in one of my poems once: “it will always be mine, always ours, the way we own forever the places that shape us”

   Well done, Ken.

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   1. gladiuspoeticus 9.7.12 / 5am

      That is so true. Thanks, Susan!

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      1. Susan L Daniels 9.7.12 / 5am

         Thank you–really enjoyed your write.
2. sufilight 9.8.12 / 9am

   This poem stirred a little sadnness in me but at them same time felt comfort that no matter what may be gone, we always, always will carry it within.

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   1. gladiuspoeticus 9.8.12 / 9am

      When a human dies, a universe dies with him 🙂

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3. Sharmishtha Basu 9.8.12 / 12pm

   trees always leave so much sweetness in our heart, i too was bonded with trees very strongly.

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   1. gladiuspoeticus 9.8.12 / 12pm

      Especially the early childhood trees 🙂

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      1. Sharmishtha Basu 9.8.12 / 1pm

         very true 🙂
4. RKHouse 9.8.12 / 8pm

   And now it also lives on in this poem which you have shared with us! I will savor the bite from the fruit of this tree.

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   1. gladiuspoeticus 9.8.12 / 9pm

      Thank you, brother House!

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5. Besma at Life Demiraged 9.26.12 / 2pm

   This brought back bittersweet childhood memories.

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   1. gladiuspoeticus 9.26.12 / 3pm

      That’s exactly how it was meant. Thanks, Besma!

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6. jelou 6.26.13 / 10am

   WOW! Sluit qua emotie precies aan bij mijn heimwee-muziekje 🙂 Wat klinkt dat in het Engels toch duizend maal fraaier 😉

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   1. gladiuspoeticus 6.26.13 / 10am

      Dat voelde ik. Bedankt, Jelou!

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