Griffonner

2025-12-05
What a well crafted poem this is! You cleverly kept the words at a minimum but successfully imparted the right amount of information so that the reader can fully imagine the circumstances you refer to. For me it reminded me that I too had been moved by my parents, from school to school before college. You had that box that followed along, I had a mother! Blessings, Allen

2025-12-05
Hear, Hear, Lawrence. A message in your poem that we all would agree with. Thank you for saying this, my friend. Blessings, Allen

2025-12-04
Some lovely descriptions of Winter in your poem. Made me want to snuggle up in front of a fire again! Blessings, Allen

2025-12-04
Thank you for the kindness of thought. Gratefully received, and, of course, I send blessings and brotherly love to you and yours, along with the desire that 2026 will bring you love, peace, prosperity and fulfillment . Allen

2025-12-04
.... nor do we. Please don't lose it.
Blessings, Allen

2025-12-04
Your poem gave me the shivvers, Moody's comment gave me a laugh.
All in all I'm glad I visited this page. Nicely done.
Blessings, Allen

2025-12-04
"...the saga has slowed"...as it must, sadly. This merry-go-round we call life ordains it so. But the quality of our hero's writing improves as it goes around/along. :o) Blessings, Allen

2025-12-04
Dear Sona, I think you should compile a book of your romantic poems, and what an excellent and apt title it would be, "She is a Winner". Blessings, Allen

2025-12-03
This fine poem captured the angst and stress of the child born to a parent not possessed with normal parenting skills. Your fear of replicating those experiences leads you to look in every nook and cranny for a manifestation of their energy, and because we are carrying so many of their genes, we will see them in us. We cannot avoid this.
But, remember, because you are aware, and desire not to be the same as them, you will not be the same.
DJMoody says it right! None of us are perfect. We all make mistakes. I believe the ability to see those mistakes makes us better people. No, we cannot change the past. But I'm damned sure you did/do your best and you can do no more than that can you? Blessings, Allen

2025-12-01
Your powerful poem has some novel metaphors, and after reading it I have to confess that a cursory glance those other humans (present company excepted) are a rough old bunch. But amid the human detritus, if you look, sieve the personalities, I am sure you will find some precious and semi-precious stones worthy of companionship at least. Blessings, Allen

2025-12-01
I reckon all of us of advanced age will be able to feel true empathy with you on this, Alan. Blessings, Allen

2025-12-01
Absolutely, Mickedo. Absolutely! Now I see two ways of reading your poem, the first is to remember back to your childhood.
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-30
Well, that told me!

Blessings, Allen

2025-11-30
Quite an explanation of "why poetry?" All valid of course, and all admirably assembled by your pen. Your poem deserves accolade IMHO. (Yet it speaks of only a infinitesimal number of the reasons!)
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-30
I've applauded... its for your bravery, your spirit, and the poem, not for the pain. Bless you. Allen

2025-11-30
Thanks for sharing, and welcome to PoetBay. Can I say a bit of a gory start! :o) Blessings, Allen

2025-11-28
But such fragments of thought grant the earnest reader the power to embroider all the gaps between and become part of the story. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-28
I can see why the title was born. You can feel the warmth developing as you read this poem. Thanks so much for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-28
All I can say is, this is so commendable, Jim. A real cornucopia of November(s). Great posting. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-28
Yes, I am with Lawrence on this, Sameen. Really effective wording and a fine aspiration for love. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-28
I appreciate the thought behind this appraisal of Black Friday and the 'season of good will' (not!) Well articulated. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-28
After reading your poem I am inspired to be grateful for your penmanship, Lawrence. So, you have survived the mayhem, that's so good, so beneficial to health to feel that peace. I think we are revitalised by feeling calm and peace, especially when we are grateful for it. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-27
Another good'un. Thanks for sharing this. Was Sultan Sally's cat I wonder? It reminded my of my Ludo, also black (in daylight, brown in the sun like a bear - but a gentle giant.) Blessings to you, Sultan Jasper, Ludo, Poppy and crew. Allen

2025-11-27
I am sorry you feel alone, IBM. Please make contact to chat if it will help you in any way. There are so many people here on PB who have you in their thoughts and prayers. Blessings and love, Allen

2025-11-24
That self is there. Probably when the 'time is right' you will be able to see what you want to see. When we are depressed the weight of the oppression we are feeling overwhelms the subtlety of finer and/or alternative perception. I hope that weight disappears soon for you.
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-24
What a powerful poem this is! It seems to be an almost worldwide problem nowadays... I was going to add 'sad as it is' but decided that implied acceptance, so no, 'as unacceptable as it is' is better. As a younger man I would have been inspired to do something about it, and maybe in those days there might have been the chance of a modicum of success. But we now need a global response to resolve this, and until 'the masses' recognise their power it will continue. :o(
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-24
Twenty-nine reads and not a comment! Oh well, here goes:
What a gentle poem this is. Rhyming and scan are really good, and for an old'un like me, it resonates with bygone days when things were.... Oh so much nicer!. Nice to read you at last. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-23
.... in such circumstances one could reflect that in another time she might have 'eaten you alive' as the saying goes. I say that not to detract from your poem which illustrates your fine skill as usual. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-23
IMHO an excellent write is this, my friend. You tell the story in such a matter of fact way it belies the poetic crafting that lies behind the work. I feel these eye contacts with out brother creatures on the earth can sometimes impart in depth understanding that words - were they possible - would ever do. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-23
I have to say Mr. Moody has just about said what I am sure most of us on PoetBay want to say to you. May your present viewpoint prove to be wrong and be replaced by goodness. Blessings and brotherly love, Allen

2025-11-22
Oh that last stanza! Such a fitting conclusion to your conversational styled poem that IMHO describes a newcomer student's gradual assimilation into a social group of a scholarly nature.
(I'm being more analytical than usual because you seek to have a more in depth feedback.)
Your use of free verse to my mind is thoroughly suitable in this work.
You use some pretty effective metaphors in such phrases as "stick out like a sore thumb" and "a fish out of water" serving for your initial feelings of being out of place.
I liked the imagery, such as "favourite bathroom stall" and "bunk class and get biryani," which somehow make your story more relatable.
Overall it was an interesting read the first time - which resulted in my opening expression/sentence - and then as a second analytical scan I came to appreciate the poetic construct that I have mentioned.
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-22
Absolutely! May your evening be long, enjoyable, and rewarding.
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-21
There's some weird weather this side of the pond. I hear it is -1C near the Czech border, and we here in the Dordogne of all places actually had snow this morning! I wouldn't risk journeying all that way to Barcelona. It is all so unsettling in truth. Now give me Barbados or Grenada anytime! Blessings, Allen

2025-11-21
I wish you all the best my friend. You know I am very empathetic to your situation. Positive thoughts and blessings to you. Allen

2025-11-20
I liked the twist. It leaves the reader wondering, like all good writing. Blessings, Allen PS: Nice to see you writing again.

2025-11-20
So nice to see you posting on PoetBay again, Janne.
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-18
A lover who is loved needs not wear a masque to receive that love, they just need to be who they are. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-17
Should have been 'front paged' originally, I think. Very nice work.
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-17
Woah! At first I thought it was first person Dracula, so the twist at the end was a relief(?) erm... not the right word but you'll get my drift. :o)
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-17
this is no game,
it's all the same

I think there is an element of truth here, but, in all honesty, I don't think my saying that reflects of your thinking. What I'm thinking about is '42' (Douglas Adams). Reading your poem made me think in that direction. Ahem, I digress... about the poem: So often with poems like this you can detect that the rhyming word is forced but not in this poem. Bravo! Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
Another poem for me to enjoy@ Thank you for sharing. Your poem reminded me of a conversation my wife and I had the other day when we were driving home. She said to me, "Do you remember the time when you couldn't see any rubbish around?" She had spotted a white carrier bag fluttering from a high branch of a tree. It was true. You never used to see rubbish in our countryside. Times are a changing. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
It isn't even equalateral you realise. It's a sine though. :o)
Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
It is like the recent demonstration of a Russian robot... second step forward and it falls on its backside and can't get back up. AI cannot actually understand the nuance of anything, and what it hasn't been fed with as 'knowledge' it can't even imagine. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
'Tis the nature of Man it seems. Never learn, and if you do then conveniently forget and do it again (especially if there's something to be gained from it... like oil in Venezuela.) Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
You want cynical? You want excuses? I'm busy at the moment, call me back. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
Art is in the eye of the beholder. One man sees the pile of rope as being something of beauty and the other a pile of... well, let's be polite, manure. I know what camp I'm in. Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
Never a truer word said. The past was a strange beast, the future might be even stranger now the beast has been let out of the bag! Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
Sounds as if you swallowed a dictionary... or... as friend Moody said, it is so apt for what can sometimes be filled with higgledy-piggledy thinking? Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
This poem seems very whimsical, yet on second reading perhaps even sinister - especially after the threat in the penultimate stanza... who'd want to be left for dead in the 'placental dark' by a barefoot fiend!!! Blessings, Allen

2025-11-14
One of a series of really heartfelt meditations on the writer's emotions whilst 'in love'. The reader soon realises that you are so fortunate to be in that 'condition' - a state of being that not everyone has the good fortune to experience so deeply.
Blessings, Allen