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JWwildcat2012
Feb 24, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Stars Are Human,Too

                                        On many midnights weary
                                       as I view the darkened blue,
                                           I keep to me the secret
                                      that the stars are human,too.

                                I know clearly that it stands as reason
                                         God created all the same.
                              Just as men who trod this troubled earth,
                                      to each star,he gives a name.

                               And each star exists as commonplace...
                                          all have an eternal worth,
                               though one may don a weakened light,
                                     and descend to a mortal earth.

                                        So on every midnight,weary
                                when my trials seem more than few,
                                I will take solace among the heavens
                                 .....where the stars are human,too.
                                     









— JWwildcat2012, Feb 24, 2009

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Region, Country: Brownsville,KY USA

Favorite Poets: D. H Lawrence and Robert Frost

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LissaMine

17 years 3 months ago

Stars are humans?

Thats a very interesting thought. Maybe thats the afterlife. Maybe we become stars. I like the quote.. I want to be a star because they dont fall out of the sky. Great job my friend! Lissa I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
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JWwildcat2012

17 years 3 months ago

Thank you lissa.

I like that this can be looked at different ways.Comets that pass our planet sometimes are actually remains of stars that have burned out.I havent seen very many fallen stars,but those I have seen are amazing to watch.Thanks for the votes and comments,sweetheart.It means a lot to me. Your friend,in peace, Scott.
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 3 months ago

The Stars Are Human, Too

I love how your mind works, weaving stars into a poem, making them human. Beautiful job Scott~ ______________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous
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JWwildcat2012

17 years 3 months ago

Thank you lots Janice.......

I like the fact that you loved the poem in such a way,sweetheart,that you posted your comment......Twice!Anything that surrounds us has the incredible ability,and opportunity,to become a poem.Our creative eyes just has to seek them out. Read my other writes.Your comments for them will mean a lot to me.I will read yours,too! Your friend,in peace, Scott.
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 3 months ago

The Stars Are Human, Too

I love how your mind works, weaving stars into a poem, making them human. Beautiful job Scott~ ______________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

"Catch a falling star

and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away, save it for a rainy day." I , like my Canadian Uncle Philip, loved that song, and here you have caught the whole cosmos with five stars to stand for the achievement, well done, you with the name Scott in your name, my grandmother's surname in the 1800's! From Edinburgh, Scotland. I used to entertain my fellow school mates amusing them, then singing songs, or humming for them to send them to sleep; then my night began, with no one the wiser as the staff were busy eating their late supper, I donned my thick woollen dressing gown and crept onto the huge wide windowsills of the old house and stood for a long time looking at the stars, those were precious times alone in the universe of the night. Not in any religious way as I don't look at it that way, but don't judge anyone for doing so! Yours from a stargazer, Ann of Norway.
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JWwildcat2012

17 years 3 months ago

Thank you for the recognition

I like how some will give the type of praise for my work that you did,Ann.But my poems are not always created to inspire religious debate.My goal when writing them is to uplift,create joy in all who read,and hopefully grow within them a terrific feedback that they will share with me,helping me to improve my writing skills.I do not just want to improve my poetry.i want to become a successful author in the action/adventure genre,and i feel that Neopoet is a wonderful place to work on my skills.As for the poem itself.....I brainstormed the lines,while stargazing outside my mothers'home in the summer of 2004,I think.Its funny how I just leaned against her Oldsmobile Park Avenue(she loves Oldsmobiles),crossed my arms,looked up.......and the rest was Neopoet history.(lol!)A good thing how ideas can be found so easily,dont you think? Thanks for reading.I have added you as a friend,so please view my other works. Your friend,in peace, Scott.
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

Scott...

although I'm not a religious man it will never be said of me that I think less of those that are... that being said, I thought your poem has a greater magnitude of love for life than is detected on the first read... and after it is taken in it has a warming affect on the inner being... for the stars are indeed alive and giving them that human quality works in this poem... great depth in this little write... Richard