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2026-02-04
"Should I leave the chef a tip?" .... Oh yes. Written on paper, and perhaps in rhyme :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-02-04
A classic. I enjoyed the read. It is nice and gentle, just as the relationship within it is described. Blessings, Allen

2026-02-03
Bless. :) Allen

2026-01-30
I think this depends upon your beliefs about '42' (as Douglas Adams refereed to it) :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-01-30
I thought your poem was very 'on point', and every sane person will recognise what you say! I was sad that it concluded with what seemed a palliative that the world keeps on turning. In my opinion, the world does keep on turning but that doesn't mean the madness you highlight is excusable or has less negative influence on people's lives. As usual, keenly observed poetry from your pen, Ken. Bravo! Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
Bravo! I applaud these words. I applaud those thoughts. It needs saying over and over again, to be drummed into stupid minds until the penny finally drops. There are flowers that bloom with different colours. Everything in existence is different, that is what makes every single thing so valuable, so unique. In the end, each is part of the whole. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
Just one word: Brilliant.... dare I add 'sparkling' :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
Wow, Dougie! We have the same muse! So true. Great poem. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
The detail and thought in this fine poem makes it unsurprising to me that you have had these three dreadful experiences. What you say is unquestionably true. I always think back to my science lessons at college, "To every action there is a reaction" and I think that law so aptly applies to every single thing we do, think, and say in this life. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-29
I think that in a way this poem is actually prophetic. I think time - not eons though - will make this come to pass. Blessings, Allen.

2026-01-27
Such a heartfelt write, this. Deserves accolade in my opinion, I felt the pain that would be felt in such a relationship as this. Love has many facets, I think. And I'm beginning to think that true love is so unconditional as to be impossible for the majority of human beings. One look at the world as it is, and woah! Blessings, Allen

2026-01-26
I agree with Jim entirely. So well put. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-25
Sadly, I have to agree with that phrase you repeat in your powerful poem, "No one is coming to save us." Interfering in the evolution of a species may well be an intergalactic/Universal/theosophical no-no. It is up to every one of us ourselves. I personally think that Mankind has to learn about "massing" : How when we come together in thought, deed and intention we are omnipotent. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-25
A poem that says what we should all be doing: Thanking our own god, and/or the Universe, for the good things in our lives. In my mind it is called gratitude, and I believe it rebounds to bring more of the same. The final stanza is one that is becoming most important to see manifested.
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-25
Hang in there my friend.
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-25
Good question posed in your interesting poem, Alan. Perhaps the number one unanswerable question of all time! DM me if you want to get into a convo about it, Blessings, Allen

2026-01-24
I guess you know I was the 'drole' commentator! Sorry about that.
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-23
I think your words might reflect a lot of member's thoughts about sharing work via the Internet, I personally felt you were being specific about PoetBay and your experience of sharing here, but I could be mistaken. Whatever, validation of One's work is almost like lifeblood to a poet because being a poet is actually a 'lonely' occupation, which is why I think commenting is so valuable for one another. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-23
When I read this I was struck with the thought that it is a very poignant write. Nostalgia is the keyword here, I feel, and if my interpretation is correct tears are described with novel metaphors. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-23
This poem gives me a sense of the great dynamic you clearly have in your family unit. The warmth of your bed is palpable to all the way to here. Snuggle close and keep safe.
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-22
You have it direct from someone living with it in Melinda there, Ken. It must be awful 'over the pond'. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-22
When they invade your dream world, you know it is time to stop. Having said that, I do understand that it might be so different living in the USA. I imagine it is part of life now, isn't it? Blessings, Allen

2026-01-22
Yes indeed. Loving oneself is the prelude to being able to give love. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-22
A happy read, though my belly was too much satiated in '25, so '26 brings a need to eat less. There's always a cost to contentment isn't there. :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-01-22
I shall have you all, Southerners, Midwesterners et al, in my thoughts. Let us hope it all blows over nicely. You tell a story that could well be of many places in this present day World. Luckily I am 200M above sea level, else with the rain we've been having I'd be flooded like many at lower levels. Blessings to you and yours, Allen

2026-01-22
Cleverly written piece, this. I especially like the little touches like "paws to mirror" and "hands pressed to the lie I need". Though I can't help feeling compassion for the protagonist. It is sad.
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-22
Love it, even though it tells a sad story well written. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-22
Good poem. I think it will resonate with quite a few people. If I even hear that 'thing's' voice on the TV I immediately turn to another channel. My friend won't watch TV News at all because even apart from the 'thing' it is so disturbing to his equilibrium. I'm getting that way too to be honest. :o(

2026-01-21
@Sona: No, you are quite right. It should have been fare. It is, I believe, a somewhat old fashioned use of the English word (as a verb). Thanks for the heads-up. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-21
Thank you for sharing this poem. It was a really interesting read.

I think your are presupposing that Good always triumphs over Evil - with the assertion that the outcome is decided before the battle? And 'our man' (I love that!) always has the sunlight behind him. It is something that would definitely be desirable isn't it.
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-20
Ah, yes, the problem of ageing. As one who is well into this process, I am aware that there eventually comes a stage - an ending - when the body becomes absolutely useless... and indeed lifeless. It shows great caring and compassion that you tried to accommodate his diminishment and make cycling easier for him at each stage of the way. Your poem actually reminded me of my father-in-law who went even further than studying mobility scooter catalogues and ended up with a garage full of them! Blessings, Allen

2026-01-20
You make a very generous appraisal of the art of poetry. Thank you on behalf of poets of every colour, creed, and nationality. Poets like everyone else on the planet are just our brothers and sisters. Blessings and brotherly love, Allen

2026-01-19
How often do you emerge, and when you do are you perfect? I'm guessing you like to play with the viewer's mind and spook them... just a little bit. :)
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-19
I can only send you my hopes that you will feel that heaven on earth, which I do with great compassion. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-19
.... and God will be saying, "Oh to hell with it! Let them destroy themselves! I'm tired of this lot, they never learn!" So we will. We will blow ourselves to kingdom come, the billionaires in their underground silos too.
But somewhere, along with several cockroaches, there will be a few human survivors to start the whole thing off again.
How long would you give them? A thousand years? More? Whatever, it'll happen all over again, because we are fundamentally stupid.
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-17
Knowing something of what your circle is, you all need accolade just for the objective. Then again for the determination and bravery. And you for the powerful way you have described it in your poem. Sadly in this world "at least as we know it" there will always be those who try to diminish power by name calling and spreading misinformation. But your circle will remain undaunted. Bravo. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-16
And rightly so! Your poem exemplifies how we are the result of all that we have experienced before.
It is hard for me to conceive anyone can fail to have a comcept of how important love is to us, to the World, to everything. Blerssings, and brotherly LOVE, Allen

2026-01-16
Happy birthday, Ann. MANY happy returns. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-14
Powerful words, There can be no doubt these echo the feelings of so many people. Bravo. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-14
Hopefully he'll get nothing! What does he deserve? Blessings, Allen

2026-01-14
A good observation of being alone, and human! Longing for the touch of a loved one. Getting old makes many changes to us, but some things, especially love and the need for it remain as a testament to its importance. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-12
I like the concept of this, and the words are very powerful. Authority can be quite pernicious can't it. How will we ever achieve peace on Earth. Mind you, the saying, 'you only get the leaders you elect' is unquestionably true. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-12
It sounds a little sad, this Christmas your poem describes. A memorable write. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-12
You inherent compassion shines through your poem, Zoya. It will not only remain a reminder of uncontrolled and corrupt commercialism, but as a testament to you yourself. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-12
And just look: Here we are eighteen years later, and the warmongers have even gained ground. I fear they will never learn. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-12
Delightful. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-12
I really enjoyed this, Peter. Such poetry is destined to stand the test of time. This is a beautiful classic. Bravo. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-12
It is their natural splashitat after all. :) Blessings, Allen

2026-01-12
I'm sorry, Sally. I missed this when you posted it. I always think that it is a shame that the commercialism of Christmas has resulted in trees being sold felled. When I was young I can remember clearly my parents buying Christmas trees with balls of roots which were planted out after the festivities were over. :( Blessings, Allen

2026-01-11
A kind of groundhog day. :) Everything is cyclical, isn't it.

Blessings, Allen