Griffonner

2026-05-07
As a life long vegetarian turned pescetarian I have believed this from a very young age. Taking care of what we put in our bodies and by extension our lives has unbelievable importance. We need to select things using our intellect, and forget about the dazzle that might be put before us. Blessings, Allen

2026-05-07
A very powerful poem, this. Hammering home, with successful repeats, your need and desires of the relationship. Like I say, powerful. Nothing is perfect, sadly, but communication is always on the right road. Blessings, Allen

2026-05-07
A moments in life kind of poem ( of which I am exceedingly fond). Nicely done. Picture painted and the paint dry. :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-05-07
I couldn't put my remarks any better that Melinda, below, Alan. You are an inspiration to us all, and, as I've said to you before, please don't stop fighting and searching and writing my dear friend. Blessings and brotherly love, Allen

2026-05-06
You are very welcome. Thank you. :o)
Blessings, Allen

2026-05-06
Simple and concise.

(Oh how I wish I had a real sky hook!) :o)

Blessings, Allen

2026-05-06
A poem of great merit, for it expresses fundamental truths. Blessings, Allen

2026-05-05
Dee, the devil never wins. It may seem like it, but the law of cause and effect will always ensure there is a reaction to every action in order to establish the natural state of equilibrium in the Universe.
I implore you to seek every alternative way to escape your pain and suffering than the one you speak of: There are people all over the World who would want to help you if you just ask.
I send positive thoughts and blessings to you, Allen

2026-05-05
Bravo, Melinda. Those who can, should stand alongside you. And those that can't stand should be shouting out or meditating on it. The World needs to feel the energy and will to overcome, Nazism, avarice, and cruelty. ( With a smile on my face: I think 'aquious' is with us!) Blessings, Allen

2026-05-05
Oh please, yes, let it rise like an ocean and drown Nazism, avarice, and cruelty, everywhere.
Great poem too, great message.
Blessings, Allen

2026-05-05
You are a special person, Mirza. I am sure that many other PoetBay members would think so too, and appreciate the work that you do. May your prophet bring you health, wealth, and happiness. Blessings, Allen

2026-05-04
Your poem reads as words that might be said to a lover. It is amazing how in poetry it is possible to convey so much meaning in one single stanza of four lines, but it takes skill to do it so effectively. Bravo. Blessings, Allen

2026-05-04
Sometimes these dreamtime experiences can be so very powerful, that they 'infect' the day. Your poem describes such an event, worse when it is a recurring one, and how you are effected by it. My reading of this poem leads me to think that there is an association between the dream and something that happened to you in real life. I hope that this dream is over and done with, if not now, very soon. Blessings, Allen

2026-05-02
I'm guessing who. As to why: Well, have you thought that he finds it easier to make contact with you when you are in a car travelling for some reason? Such things are imponderable but equally possible. I hope you get to a point where you no longer have tears of sadness, but tears of joy for your continued connection in mind. Blessings, Allen

2026-05-02
A really disconcerting read, because, Oh boy, our parents didn't find you in the baby shop dangling on a piece of elastic, did they?? Somewhere in UK? :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-05-01
"There is only the next day " ... which, of course, will become yesterday. This now, this present moment - if you can catch it - is so fleeting as to be virtually non-existent. I hope I haven't digressed too far from the premise of your poem, it is just where your poem took me. :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-05-01
Yes, dear friend, I have the same expression as Melinda: Wow! I follow the sequence of thought; The depth of analysis; but confess to ending up with the thought that you ARE adored, your forward alluded to that. Brilliant composition though. Blessings (and brotherly love), Allen

2026-05-01
Your poem brought a broad smile to my face, Melinda. I'm with you on "sport". I feel that players and spectators would benefit from remembering that it is a game they are playing/watching. I favour watching athletics which seems to have a more palatable rivalry on the whole. But, gosh, I do have great admiration for the dedication and determination all sports people give to their training etc. (makes me lament my youth!) Blessings, Allen

2026-05-01
That patient waiting that Mini displays reminds me so much of my departed one, Ludo. His technique exactly. Bless him. Mini is very fortunate, I think. Blessings, Allen

2026-05-01
I think it is a very fine notion for the majority in this poem. The minority, myself included, and in particular, it teaches us/me that we/I should rise above the abrasion in this life and have faith in a better relationship in another. Blessings, Allen

2026-05-01
... and may us retirees enjoy the reminder of Labour Day's gift to the workers. :o) Blessings to you and yours, Ann. Allen

2026-05-01
I concur with the proposition this poem gives. The pattern creates a double meaning. Cleverly composed and thought out. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-28
May your dreams bring you happiness, peace, love, and prosperity. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-28
I ask for a release from whatever it is that is the cause of your suffering, dear friend. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-28
I started to read with the thought in my mind of How are chainsaws and rattlesnakes related. Your poem explained it. I feel there are very few things we can do these days which don't in some way or other involve risk. Truthfully there's nothing. We even risk breathing in covid from someone else's breath! At our last house we relied on logs for our winter heating, and I had a 24" diameter circular saw for cutting them to length. Lots of safety features of course, but the potential!!!! Blessings, Allen

2026-04-28
Yes, true, what you say in your super poem which illustrates the point very effectively. A conversation starter for sure, but these days also a question loaded with the conundrum of climate change. I often ask people what there weather has been like to compare with what I experience on my patch of Earth. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-28
I agree with Melinda here, the way you portray a swoon makes it both exciting and a positive interpretation of awe. What creates that awe in us of course varies from one to another, and perhaps the mood of the moment. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-28
A fantastic poem. I so agree about looking - both up down and around... really looking. The sky, especially at night, gives a perspective of the magnificence of it all, and then the earth brings us back to the material in which we are experiencing in the Universe. When we move on, and leave this place, these things will remain to fascinate and nourish our successors. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-27
I sense a gentle caring in these words. Words so nicely placed, and carefully. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-27
Such a melancholy feel about this love poem. I ended up thinking how I'd enjoyed the emotive read and felt deep compassion for the protagonist.
Welcome to PoetBay Hebika.
Blessings, Allen

2026-04-27
As usual, today's point towards the moon was on point. (Excuse the puns, they are only intended for smiles.) Lovely thoughts as always. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-27
You are, if nothing else, an inspiration! That is, apart from the fact that you are, of course, a poet (if nothing else!) and as has been said your words will be around for a very long time to inspire. Keep up the great work, my dear friend, do not give up. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-26
Nice to see your work again. This one is an interesting read, and it has a strangely pleasing rhythm. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-26
Without a doubt that third to last stanza is a gem... that is not to decry the whole, it is just that that one struck me the most. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-25
Wow! The second poem I have read today on PoetBay that has blown me away with it's poignancy and truth. For me, this poem expresses a heartfelt observation of mine on the cynical realm in which my present reality is abiding. It portrays the awfulness that the Money Mafia have created, and seemingly continue to do so. Deserves accolade in my opinion. So well done. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-25
Wow! This was so moving for me to read. Your words cut through time and give a real sense of the day. (It brought back the memory of my 'Aunt Dot' proudly standing on an ANZAC day in New Zealand in her nineties. (=Another photo to come in my photograph series I'm sure.) Blessings, Allen

2026-04-24
What a delightful poem, describing waking and starting in a new day with all the rituals that are involved. We all have them. Your cat sounds more mellow than mine: Who has grown to learn that constant crying accelerates the arrival of her desires! But that was a digression - I finished reading your poem and felt both sides of the happiness coin. One for the wholeness and completeness of your description, and the other for a sense that your story is more one of acceptance. We are in tandem with gratitude, mine for your poetry.
Blessings, Allen

2026-04-24
Such kind thoughts expressed here, and some lovely metaphors too.
Blessings, Allen

2026-04-24
My apology is because I was signed into my editorial function when I commented. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-24
My apology below is because I was signed in to my editorial function when I commented.

It is not a nice thing to be sidelined, as your poem expresses very well.
Blessings, Allen

2026-04-24
My apology below is because I was signed in to my editorial function when I commented.

I think that this devil-may-care attitude your fine poems expresses, comes from ageing, don't you. When I was younger, I would have been extremely reticent to write something that I knew might upset... say, relatives, or acquaintances. Not nasty things, you understand, but things that you know a relative or acquaintance might find unpalatable. The thing is, we all have the right to our way of seeing things, and expressing them, but should have the 'brakes'/filters on so as not to be offensive, don't you think? Blessings, Allen

2026-04-24
Sounds like your protagonist is finding themselves. The saying that you must love yourself before loving others is another way of putting it? Yes? Blessings, Allen

2026-04-24
I apologised because I commented whilst signed in to my editorial function! I thought your last stanza was epic! Blessings, Allen

2026-04-22
I thought we had a few species, but your list is just staggering! When they are in the canopy, I think there is something quite magical to walk through the trees and hear their joyous calls kind of echoing around. I just adore it. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-22
This beautifully descriptive meditation has a somewhat reflective nature. Just a moment in time, but the detail! Brilliant!
Blessings, Allen

2026-04-14
The aroma of paper, not so much the ink, is burned into my senses. It is another 'then' though, isn't it. Maybe it is the relentless unavoidable progression to telepathy? We write poetry on PB with our rows of silent glowing letters, but they move me deeply sometimes, and I feel I can hear the poet's words. What I can't hear are the scratches of the nib though. :) Blessings, Allen

2026-04-13
May your canals flow freely, devoid of icebergs, for at least another fifty years, Melinda. Your harbor will never be empty. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-13
Art in the making (and the writing). Blessings, Allen

2026-04-13
I loved this. It typifies my belief that a creator, knowing everything, can manifest as anything... and IS everything anyway! But you make this easily envisaged. Very powerful when you think about it. If only societal influences were negated. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-13
Such a pleasing experience you describe and we get to sense in our reading. More! Blessings, Allen