Griffonner

2022-07-04
Well said!
Allen

2022-07-03
And entertaining 'scribbles' too!
Allen

2022-07-03
Another of your fabulously entertaining poems, Ingvar.
I remember those who were disappointed by the nonexistent 1975 Armageddon, and the somewhat earlier Arthurian Society.
Blessings. Allen

(Do I detect a typo in the line "She's walking about her younger, painless body;"? I sensed it aught to have been 'talking'.)

2022-07-03
The filtration of thoughts and truths that end up simply being.
I give applause.
Allen

2022-07-03
And 'stats' maybe arrived at with bias and ignorance.
Allen

2022-07-03
A really good poem, this. I like the way you have repetition in the first line of each stanza (doesn't always work, but this does). It is of course also sad. One sided love can only be painless when it is absolutely unconditional - and that is really really hard to achieve I think.
Allen

2022-07-03
I really really love this kind of poem, Jim: Whimsical, almost dreamlike. And this one of yours is nothing short of a gem. I sincerely feel the benefit from reading it (several times!) Deserves accolade.
Allen

2022-07-02
Absolutely! This is where the concept of 'free speech' has been allowed to ignore the needed proviso that you have free speech and practice it as long as you don't harm, incite, or hurt other people. This rule also applies to 'free will'. Of course you can have, and can express your beliefs, but you harm other people when you oppress/depress or bully people, or in any other way disturb or deny their own rights with abstract ideas.
Allen

2022-07-01
Well you have a concerned reader here... who cares.
Blessings and love to you.
Allen

2022-07-01
I'm with Afrodite on this. Absolutely. Nicely done.
Allen

2022-07-01
Excellent.
Allen

2022-07-01
Oh so very true.
I don't know the reason why (if there is a specific one) but the sound of rain is often used as an aid for meditation, as it aids relaxation as your words imply.
I could use the warmth of the sun on my face just as well. ;)
Allen

2022-07-01
Except yourself do you mean?
Allen

2022-07-01
This I really like. Cleverly constructed. Thank you for sharing the sweat of your finger tips! :)
Allen

2022-07-01
Well I reckon your a poet - but not of the pigeon-holed variety. :)
Allen

2022-06-28
Overall I'm with Ken on this. :)

I stumbled a bit on the repeat 'in' in this section

"without a jot of reticence in
in the violating of innocence."

An enjoyable read, Dougie. And IMHO the rhyming and scanning in the fifth stanza is a masterpiece!

Allen

2022-06-28
I find this both a sad and enlightened poem. It is an age old tale (excuse the unintended pun). The ability to accept ageing may well depend upon how the individual ages: For example, your protagonist, looses her looks - or rather, her looks change - but otherwise is not much altered. Then there are others who do not look their age, but suffer physical symptoms of their age. The latter group may be forgiven for not accepting!
I love the final line. Sweet violets will grow around it. Fabulous!
Allen

2022-06-25
As always, a very thought provoking poem from your 'pen'.
Allen

2022-06-25
Your poem tells that story we hear all too often. The best in us causes the 'if only' you describe. The worst, finds no way to grasp an olive branch. This is who we are, super unique beings, and sometimes just downright plain idiots!
Allen

2022-06-25
I can't believe that no one has earlier commented in this Lawrence! Obviously I am not in your land, or from your land, so I only see what we are 'allowed' to see. I do not know if your thinking represents a tiny minority or whatever, but personally I completely see where you are coming from! A magnificent poem, my friend... absolutely magnificent. Well said. Well thought.
Allen

2022-06-22
I have given up arguing with myself. I'm not sure when I stopped, but it seems some time ago now. On the face of it your poem has a lot of humour, but underneath is a valuable message methinks.
Allen

2022-06-22
Or for me just five years between Quatermass and the Pit and Dr Who? Was there something they were putting in the water? :)
A thought provoking poem, Uncle Meridian.
Allen

2022-06-22
And the air you breath spirals down your trachea. :)
Your piece intrigues me: Are you saying that death is a downward spin? And if so, why do you think that?
Allen

2022-06-22
It is my impression that not everyone gets this sense of wasted time (if that indeed my interpretation is correct) ? I know I have done at times, and because of that I can fully relate to your poem, Lawrence. I think you expressed it beautifully.
Allen

2022-06-21
A common problem is this, Alan. It annoys me over here where I live. Your poem made me realise the other side of this though, how it might effect someone with hypoglycemia symptoms. I';d never thought about that. I bet if you complained they'd tell you to buy a packet of biscuits!
Don't know about you, but I find they always have a **** answer!
Allen

2022-06-19
I found this to be a very enjoyable read. The descriptive qualities are excellent, so much so that I could have been in that 'great ship of dreams' myself! And the final two stanzas ultimately thought provoking.
Allen

2022-06-18
A fine poem where the protagonist clearly is speaking from their core. Love is a double edged sword though, and a relationship requires compromise and acceptance. Sometimes the rose coloured spectacles slip down our noses a bit, and peeking over the top of them we aren't at all sure what we are seeing or feeling. Yet we push them up again and resume. I imagine this is where your final three lines resonate.
Allen

2022-06-18
That would penetrate my heart so deeply. Above all things, seeing pain or anguish in loved ones, stirs my emotions and I feel a huge energy of wanting to give that person love and comfort.
It is no wonder you were inspired to write this fine piece, Lawrence.
Allen

2022-06-17
For me? Brilliant! Just Brilliant! What a write! Bravo!
Allen

2022-06-15
A great read. The pains and pleasures of living with ones relatives - even temporarily. I too know these well.

2022-06-13
Yes, it is a complete pain to have such discord in relationships. You have my complete sympathy because I hjave been there too.
Allen

2022-06-13
I love reading your poems, Lawrence. This one conjures up a whole load of questions to follow on the scene you have painted. Very enjoyable and intriguing read. :)
Allen

2022-06-12
Observational poetry at its best.
Allen

2022-06-12
A very 'deep' poem, Lawrence. It is actually an enlightening poem because I can tell these are heartfelt thoughts in your thinking, as I see shadows of them appear from time to time. That is not a criticism by the way, actually the reverse, I admire your honesty... and as a foreigner can quite well understand where you are coming from! As usual impeccably written.
Allen

2022-06-12
Certainly the result of a great deal of thought, this poem. It is that old yesterday/today/tomorrow conundrum, isn't it. The only reason people would want to go back is largely the result of regret. The most interesting modern day research has proved that what we think we remember of our past experiences, is actually make believe: Our memories are 'coloured' by out later experiences.
Allen

2022-06-12
Nature has the ability to mesmerise so effectively, and in so many ways. I especially loved your :

"just watched
their worries
their blues
away"

Allen

2022-06-12
Really powerful poem, telling (I feel) an important message.

2022-06-12
It is truly illuminating, Ingvar. As you know, it strikes a chord with me, but your skill at putting down these thoughts and feelings is far more skilled. Brilliant.
Allen

2022-06-11
I am not surprised this was chosen to be featured on PoetBay's front page, because it is a very cleverly crafted poem; one that is full of emotive energy too.
Allen

2022-06-10
Oh bless! Now, a brilliantly brief poem this, and yet it says such a lot.
Allen

2022-06-10
I have no budgie or parrot... but I do have a talking cat. I can listen to her trilling all day. :) Having said that, I think we ALL need to find those moments of peace and quiet in solitude - even away from our spouses - for a few minutes each day. If you can find that, and preferably within Nature, the recharge makes everything new again. :)
Just listen to me! Rabbiting on when all I needed to say was " I know where you are coming from!"
Allen

2022-06-10
Wow! A really expressive poem from the viewpoint of somebody not only outwardly observant but inwardly too. You cover a whole load of ground in this poem which will keep giving more at each read.
Allen

2022-06-10
I've read this work several times, and at first sensed some pain and disquiet behind it... but then, the next read left me wondering if there was a reference to the dark arts here. A very enjoyable poem to read and reflect upon.
Allen

2022-06-10
I find myself fascinated by moments in time, so your fine poem really appeals to me... even though I feel the rumbles of emotional thunder and sadness.
Allen

2022-06-10
I like the flow of this, and of course the concept. Really nicely done.
Allen

2022-06-07
How very true, Jim. I read this and see the reflection to when I was 'that age'. Our games had different names, but then we were in different continents. But that thing your fine poem was 'getting at' I feel - and if it wasn't then it made me your reader, think it was - is how come kids can live their lives in these moments of time without all the negativity that intervenes in later life! Time and time again I am told to live for the moment, and I recognise that the only reality is 'now'... not tomorrow or yesterday, but right here, now.
Allen

2022-06-07
Its a pretty good description you make. It is interesting that there is a quote - made by Amit Ray, and he said, “If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.” Look how you have described that breathing! Brilliant.
Allen

2022-06-07
Perhaps the roads to heaven and hell have the same length. :)
Allen

2022-06-07
Alan, I think it would be called a 'nonsense poem'. Not that there's anything wrong with that genre, and in this case it doesn't either take away the charm factor. :)
Allen

2022-06-02
A brilliant observational poem. I just love 'the icy mound of years'. I remember at forty-five 'coming over all cold' at the realisation I was three quarters of the way to sixty! Now? One year follows another, and the number increments by just one so what the hell!
Allen