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2025-07-15
One stanza can change the world.
Blessings and love to you my dear friend, Allen
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| Of Spark
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2025-07-15
A clever write, this - in my opinion. For me it expresses the problem of naming the un-nameable in a manner that brings one closer to the source of All. Blessings, Allen
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| Somedays
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2025-07-15
I can't believe so many people have read this poem of yours and passed on without comment! I enjoyed reading it very much, and whether I was intended to or not, found myself smiling with the fifth stanza. Very nice. Blessings, Allen
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| The Bite
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2025-07-15
I like the repetition of that 'tear-filled' phrase in this poem. It works well, and creates the datum against which the experiences of the day are weighed. Nicely done. Blessings, Allen
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| After the Ashes
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2025-07-15
I think this poem's message, charmingly written, is the age-old 'never give up on love' - and yet it is such an important tenet for life. Blessings, Allen
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| If I Should Die
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2025-07-15
Simple, but so emotive in its message. Blessings, Allen
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| All those things, they stand with you, and against everything I am
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2025-07-15
This poem really does deserve accolade. I feel it's construct is rather novel with the use of numbered phrases, but it so excellently evolves with the attractive composition. A great love poem. Welcome to PoetBay too. Blessings, Allen
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| Frames
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2025-07-15
Finding the insight is a real achievement. Like all good writing this poem leaves the reader wanting more: What was the insight I wonder? Blessings, Allen
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| Lovely July
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2025-07-15
I'm sorry that you are suffering from anemia (amid all the other suffering your skillful poem describes), but it is really heartwarming to read of your appreciation of the day. I think the Gurus reached that same state of mind where even they put the niggles of Life to the back of their minds and just accepted the simplicity of such things as a warm sunlit day. There's an inward tranquility in that state. Blessings, Allen
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| THERE'S A WORLD
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2025-07-13
And yet you come up with poetic truths like this. You are so astute as to see what you describe in your first two stanza particularly, as being not only the desired state of being, but the only way one man can live in peace with another. Blessings my friend, Allen
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| The Ride Home
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2025-07-13
I contradict that: Their lives are like ours. The huge conundrum is all about 'living' in the first place. You and they are doing that, and that makes you alike. I hope you get the companionship you desire to partner you through life. Blessings, Allen
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| A Republic's Quality is Determined by its Participants
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2025-07-13
Yes, Mercatore has a point: We really do get the politicians we deserve. On the other hand, people are being hoodwinked left right and center because they are, as your poem suggests, lazy - or is it that under the induced heaviness of the daily struggle to make a living they simply don't have enough time?? Blessings, Allen
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| Her Shortcomings are of Little Importance
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2025-07-13
The mystery of what we see and how it can influence our feelings. In your case I can see no reason why not to go with that flow. Undoubtedly she is beautiful inside too.
Blessings, Allen
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| What the Democrats are Saying
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2025-07-13
Your poem postulates a state of being that is so typical (it seems to me) of people's thinking in this present time. Perhaps social media has led to this state where everything, every thought, is like a knee-jerk reaction rather than an educated, thought-through, game of chess. The ramifications of not seeing the depths to which something can sink is possibly the way homo sapiens create a hell on earth and finally cleanse the planet of themselves. Blessings, Allen
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| A Poem for My Mother
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2025-07-08
I read you poem and I regret to say that I personally thought it was written by AI. That is not an allegation you understand, just my mind's reaction to your phraseology and pattern of words. We are all unique individuals in this World, so we will all see things differently. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Allen
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| the wreckages of poetbay
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2025-07-08
Like most writers there is an element of satisfaction to be enjoyed when you learn what a reader thinks of your work. I am probably from the 'old school': I even read a book to the bitter end even though I not into it because I know the 'blood, sweat and tears' the author has expended in creating their work. It's also why I try to comment whenever possible.
True, in the early days of PoetBay particularly people commented much, much more. But times were different then, social media hadn't come along and habitualised people to express themselves in less than 144 characters, and to only receive a 'like' - made without words.
My writer friends and I have lamented the lack of comments for many years, too. My suggestion is you write for yourself and for your own gratification, and look upon comments as being a cherry on a cake (no deference to ABCTales there!) Else brave the world of self-publishing and see if you are commercially viable - an indicator of popularity of a different kind.
Sorry for being verbose, but your piece inspired me to say all this.
Blessings, Allen
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| All I Can Offer
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2025-07-08
I could not help but smile when reading this fine poem. And I sign myself off as "Grumpy" to my grand kids, yet I miss having young ones round the house. Normally grandparents can dip in and out of the 'parent' part, and so it isn't such a drag/drain.
Blessings, Allen
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| Not Every Mother is a Saint
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2025-07-08
Sadly I have been there, and I have worn the T-shirt, as the saying goes. I can empathise with you completely. The saying that "you can choose your friends but not your relatives" is so very true. Mind you, after mine passed over, my reflection and grief have somehow mellowed my thinking and I have reached the point where I can thank her for making me the person I am now.
Blessings, Allen
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| My vagina lies to me
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2025-07-02
My 'pen' has been paused in mid air whilst my brain questions the right way to remark - being a man. First the question in your foreword: I reallty can't answer this, can I? I think I would have to write a simile about a penis and see where that went!
Then, reading on, I found myself being empathetic as well as amused. It shouldn't be described as such, but as Mercatore commented it will be seen as daring.
Well done. Blessings, Allen
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| Green fields
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2025-07-02
Thank you for sharing. Blessings, Allen
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| Clarity
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2025-07-02
Well, I must say that I have never subscribed to really wishing ill on others, but there comes a time - as expressed in your able poem - when there is no alternative but to remove the kid gloves.
Personally, I would prefer that the populace of the World come together and starve these creatures of their life blood - money. People have made valiant efforts in respect of a well known electric car manufacturer, so it can be done, there is hope. Blessings, Allen
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| The Way Back from Grief
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2025-07-02
I liked the way you expressed the ebbing of grief. It never goes away of course, and it tempers us to eventually be able to live with ourselves and our memories alone. Such an emotive write and, I hope, a cathartic one too. Blessings, Allen
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| At Just After Seven
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2025-07-01
Nor smell the flowers for exhaust fumes I'd hazard to guess!
Blessings, Allen
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| solitude
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2025-07-01
A very emotive poem that I seem to have missed at the time you submitted it, Jim. I actually love this poem, it reflects so much of what our reality/existence is... in truth. However close we may be to someone else, we do not know what their thought processes are. I think that gives emphasis to our extreme individual uniqueness. Blessings, Allen
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| kerfuffle
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2025-06-28
Ha, I loved this read, and am so very thankful for your explanation of vernacular,,, especially 'stooshie' - what a fabulous word! Blessings, Allen
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| The ease of being natural seeing
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2025-06-28
As always, thank you Nils for a profound thought.
Blessings, Allen
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| time goes fast when you don't stare at the time passing by
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2025-06-28
Yes, I can see the philosophic message here. Very true. I would just remark that the older you get, however you fill your day, time appears to speed up. The moments when you lift your head and question 'what is the time?' are those when you realise how time has passed so frighteningly rapidly. It is true, there is not enough time. Blessings, Allen
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| Come Quickly Darkness
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2025-06-28
The loss of love is painful in every manifestation of it. This charming poem expresses this very well. I have been where your protagonist is, and so I know that love is always there, there will be someone who meets your expectations fully... just not now. Blessings, Allen
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| I Matter
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2025-06-28
Really quite a wonderful perspective, and one that I share wholeheartedly, albiet not having friends or relatives in that community you refer to. The world needs... by that I mean Mankind needs... to understand that tolerance for one another's state of being will be the only path to easy living. Blessings, Allen
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| Beyond Battling
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2025-06-28
Your poem expresses a conventional belief that must be applauded. But we are all unique individuals that a divine creator has given life and free will to. Because we are so unquestionably unique, I personally doubt that that deity would want us to be like sheep and adhere to one singular pattern of living and thinking. Maybe I am just a rebel at heart! I sincerely pray that your dis-ease will soon be a thing of the past, and you will reach your nirvana. Blessings, Allen
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| Assessing the Values of Failure and Success
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2025-06-26
Yeah but more cuttings to clear up after 24hrs growth!! :D
Blessings, Allen
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| A photograph on the shelf.
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2025-06-25
Richard, it it is an insult that nobody commented on this poem when it was quite obviously written from the bottom of your heart, and meant so much to you. Bravo for putting it into such emotive words. Blessings, Allen
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| villanelle.
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2025-06-22
I have got to say that all these years after you wrote this it is still an enjoyable read - even if somewhat melancholic. Your poetic skills are clearly evident, AND sorely missed. I journey back in time on PoetBay from time to time, and always end up asking into the ether "Where are you?" I hope you are somewhere where your intuitive antenna twitches and feels the appreciation of your work. Blessings, Allen
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| You're Out of Luck
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2025-06-22
There are a lot of poignant remarks in this piece. It's truth is there for all open-minded individuals to see. Blessings, Allen
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| Dearly Departed
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2025-06-19
I wondered how old it was, because it sounds like the expression 'misplaced youth' might have fitted really well! How come you hit it with you truck? Blessings, Allen
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| How to Deal with Immigration and Customs Enforcement
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2025-06-12
I suspect that something along these lines is almost inevitable, given the apparently unfathomable justice system. Blessings, Allen
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| Treasure
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2025-06-04
You never know, it might just be a diamond in disguise.
Blessings, Allen
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| Excitement
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2025-05-18
Looks good. And the write is a good conversational piece. Blessings, Allen
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| a breezy day 5 18 25
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2025-05-18
Ah, yes, Night Soul Woman. I wonder where she is now. Perhaps she is sitting beneath a hackberry tree somewhere, Jim.
When I am visiting these pages I often think of the beautiful people who once wrote beautiful words on PB. As you can tell this piece of yours inspires thinking. Blessings, Allen
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| Assez difficile de la manquer
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2025-05-18
Indira Ganghi said, "The old need the company of the young so that they renew their contact with life." I can see that in myself because I do so miss having my children around. But I hate to tell you this, I have absolutely no problem of being on my own. Perhaps it is because I'm an 'only child', I don't know. It takes all sorts.... I hope you find the company you seek.
Blessings, Allen
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| Coffee Bar
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2025-05-18
Dark, or milk, I wonder? And what cocoa concentration? Too strong and it gives me headaches; too sweet and it is sickly. I guess love can override all those considerations. Rose glasses and all that. :o)
Blessings, Allen
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| Queen of Hearts
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2025-05-18
So it is chess then: Checkmate, you have been captured, maybe even captivated. :o)
Blessings, Allen
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2025-05-17
Flippantly some would say, "You've got it bad!" But it is plain to see that you take your love very seriously.
Blessings, Allen
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| Takeaway
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2025-05-17
This charming piece gave me a smile at it's ending. For that it is to be applauded. Blessings, Allen
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| Neeraj Chopra
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2025-05-17
To make people believe in their tomorrows: Such an incredible ability in this state of the world.
Blessings, Allen
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| The Ninth
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2025-05-16
Yes, I agree with One Trick Pony about this: It is quietly powerful, and succinctly tells us more than the words themselves say. The old saying,'You can choose your friends but not your relations' comes to mind. I experienced something of the same nature, and now, in later years, have this reversal of thinking where I now appreciate that all that went before brought me to where I am - where I am comfortable in my skin. Have confidence in yourself.
Blessings, Allen
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| Silver strands of hair
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2025-05-16
Such a heartfelt write, this. Your words inspire compassion in the heart and mind of the reader. Blessings, Allen
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| Je Suis En Paisant
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2025-05-16
I appreciate your poem very much, but when I read it I am consumed with the thought that this attitude (forgive me for calling it that) is an acceptance of the debasing of self worth that all these entities have and do impose on us. Some, I guess, we must endure, but largely they inspire my desire to revolt! Blessings, Allen
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| I lifted A Rock Today
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2025-05-16
A very poignant poem, I feel. A brilliant metaphor, as well.
Blessings, Allen
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| No return
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2025-05-05
So clearly heartfelt this poem. It is often difficult to put all those feelings into words, I feel. Blessings, Allen
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