Griffonner

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
A book will teach the same thing over and over expressing almost boundless patience. Until, that is, its own structure begins to age, with pages loosened and binding broken. Bookbinders to the rescue.
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

2026-04-12
Gosh! You too? Blessings, Allen

2026-04-12
An beautiful and entirely loving emission of words to reflect the love you give and wish for 'Dear Vesi'. Quite warming to the heart to see and feel this in these turbulent times. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-12
Side by side, indeed. Companions in this reality, dependents too.
I loved the way you used those fractional shifts. They exist everywhere and in everything, even in relationships, in the latter we adapt and bend. In the plant kingdom the bending in the wind of change strengthens the core. I think it is reflected, Blessings, Allen

2026-04-11
An absolute delight! If you'll excuse the allegory this is far from being a mere hedge, it is a veritable forest. Personally I love coaxing it out sideways or covering it in camouflage. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-11
Very well put together, Sameen, and very descriptive too. Brilliant stuff. It reminded me very much of a moment I experienced many moons ago. A great share. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-10
Nice that you are so pleasurably effected by this Season. I concur that it is nice - at least in my mind. The problem? The weather that it used to bring is no longer the same, or as reliable. But that's Mankind's fault..... as usual! Blessings, Allen

2026-04-10
The thought crossed my mind two, Ken. But I dismissed it because, surely, even this nutcase would be able to visualise the consequence of such action! Blessings, Allen

2026-04-09
I think many of us 'oldies' can empathise with your minor inconvenience, Melinda. An enjoyable read. I too have the luxury of a heating pad to sooth those frequently aching 'old bones' - or perhaps more accurately 'old muscles'. Let's hope a good night's sleep with the pad going will bring a painless morning. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-09
Alan, you have it absolutely, my friend. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-09
You've cleverly transposed the 'system' into a poem, Melinda. I have always remembered listening to a member of the UK 'hierarchy' answering the question something like, "Can ordinary people get to a point of earning that kind of money?" His answer was to grin and say, "They don't realise we've cut the rungs off the ladder." Get it? Funnily enough, another interpretation of your metaphorical game board. I hope that one day (I'd love it to be in my lifetime) when the populace discover how to change the system entirely. I am an advocator of 'basic income' - that would be a peaceful start to such a transition. That's why the system hasn't got the guts to implement it full scale. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-09
Loved the rhyming - and of course the sentiment. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-07
A powerful poem, Melinda. Seems to me that Mankind never learns this. In all that is good, in all that is true, no one can justify killing innocent people. If one of those people killed they'd be had up for murder. When a state or country kills, it suddenly becomes an inevitable consequence. The whole thing is ludicrous and built on a foundation of lies. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-07
Reading about failed/lost love is never exactly pleasant, but from a poet's point of view you can appreciate the wordsmanship that went into creating this very commendable poem, and at the same time empathise with the protagonist's sense of loss, which as he says, will never go away. Blessings, Allen

2026-04-07
Enjoyed this one. :) They've got to learn their lessons haven't they. Better by listening to what they're told learn like that than the hard way! Where have I heard that before? :D Blessings, Allen