Jessica Rust (United Kingdom ;)
10/15/2013 1: 32: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00)
My name is Jessica Rust Im currently studying in London a Creative Digital Media course for one of our projects was I given your poem 'My book of my life' to research I was wondering if I would be able to ask you a few questions..
1. How you got into poetry
2. When, where and why was My Book of My Life written?
3. How did this poem make you feel?
Poet Abdul Wahab,
One of the most talented and gifted poet.
His each poems are unique in its own way.
His poems flows freely on any topics and are very pleasant to read.
Its really an amazing gift you are blessed with.
May you keep on contributing many valuable poems to the poetic world.
Wishing you all the best.
God Bless you!
Congratulations! On Dec 30,2013 today you have attained #456 among the top 500 poets in PH.
Jeff Cannon- - - - - - on poem '' MY PLEASURE - - - - potent and stirring journey into claiming one's self, finding one's humanness underneath so many labels, clarifications, declensions of being. Then as if that is not enough, claim the consequence of that information, knowledge, body wisdom so as live in the expanding and ever widening landscapes of so many socially worlds likewise calibrated to accept or reject one by its volume of definitions. An ongoing pilgrimage inward and outward until we die not from exhaustion but merely from the last tick of our clock time here as earth creature co-inhabitor of unconditionally gifted wonder - thanks for this poem Abdul Wahab
Jeff Cannon Yes, how hard to recognize our own wonder, beauty, presence and accept it, befriend it, without the tender gaze of the other, spilling moon light grace over us, drenching us with embraced attention, a spirit mirror for us to swim in, know ourselves at home in the spinning world - thank u Abdul Wahab, for this tender piece, insight with body heart, massaging mind back into garden sensuality embracing the wholeness along with the mystery, asking its questions, answering a few, teasing us all the time to enter the speckled colors of its laughter come to know them without rejecting any of them