Griffonner

2025-09-17
Delicious highball, thank you, though the sparkling bubbles are overshadowed. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-16
A thought provoking poem, Nils. I like the shape too. :o) Blessings, Allen

2025-09-16
What a wonderful message your poem gives. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-16
This could be a brave write, though I suspect it was written so as to be a bit of a teaser, with a double meaning. Nevertheless there are some unique metaphors that are to be admired and enjoyed in the reading of it. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-16
You have 'nostalgiaitis' a bit like me at the moment. I like the 'silken' nature of this piece. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-13
Such a lovely poem, Zoya. You are sadly missed. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-13
True. Why can't we just slowly disappear from view? Blessings, Allen

2025-09-13
I feel for you, Lawrence. Nothing worse for me than a cold! Safe journey and hope your cold subsides quickly. Oh, and many happy returns. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-11
Harsh, but - sadey - very true. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-07
Nice one. I especially like that last stanza: "no one tires / of a smile which begins / in the eyes". It sounds like a proverb! So, it took as long as three moons? :o) Blessings, Allen

2025-09-07
Even with the shades up I get bored on such journeys! Bravo to you. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-07
This, Melinda, IMHO is a great piece of poetry. The current world disorder and dis-ease is indeed greatly disturbing and is bound to bring sorrow to the thinking person's mind: Seeking joy in our lives is a natural balancing act. The healing power of sleep is a subject far to deep to talk of here, but your use of the word 'intermission' is quite brilliant I feel.
Now,the question is will there actually be a 'curtain call'? :o)
I pray that your joy will be everlasting. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-06
I'm with Lawrence on these three poems (though I'm a long way from Nebraska our heat has broken too!) A selection of fine and skillful poems, the latter by your goodself, Jim. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-04
I enjoyed reading this so much, Lawrence, but I have to say you should be living in my house! No sooner have I solved one problem than there's another coming along - in fact the other day finally starting a bit of painting I have been procrastinating about, I wondered why the paint was separating along the edge???? Oh, no! He (the previous owner) has used silicon filler and not acrylic! So now I have to strip all that off and start again. It's not going to be easy. Mind you, I don't have a resident neice to worry about.
Blessings, Allen

2025-09-04
Well, it goes almost without saying how true this is. In this present reality we all face it should be the salve to the wounds of living in this time and age. Blessings, Allen

2025-09-04
I do so love poetry that is in itself a bit of an enigma and requires the old grey matter some stirring. I confess that this intriguing one of yours does, to some extent, elude me, and I had to resort to asking the WWW the origin and meaning of 'Seonbae". But, if you were speaking of your father (as in dad joke) the name would likely be most appropriate. :o) Blessings, Allen

2025-09-04
A good acrostic example, I suppose calling it 'beautiful' would be appropriate because of the person whose name it spells out. :o)
Blessings, Allen

2025-09-04
In essence I think it is called empathy. We should all have it for our fellow humans because ultimately we are all in the same boat. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-31
Nice one! I may be a bit late in commenting, but I thank you for the tip. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-29
It can be a spooky feeling that. But I think it depends on the distance you are from Love as to whether you interpret it as spooky or can hear that music. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-29
Your poem resonates with me, Alan. I have done that too. I remember at our old house, beside a tall hill, I could watch the clouds drifting towards me and literally see them evaporating before my eyes. I assume an updraft came from the hill to make them disappear. Such is life, my friend: One minute we are drifting along in this reality, and in the next POOF we are changed. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-29
Bring them forth, my friend. Bring them forth.
Blessings, Allen

2025-08-29
The sullen friend reminds me of so many young ladies these days. My wife tells me they portray this sullenness to avoid contact with me when we pass one another, or sit in the same waiting room. I think: They should be so lucky!! But your poem also has this more gentle, more desirous tone too. And by the sound of it that lady will be lucky. :o) Blessings, Allen

2025-08-28
I see the core message of your poem, and agree with it - from personel experience - though I think there are some who find themselves completely unable to control themselves and how they react to alcohol - in fact whether they are inebriated or not!
Blessings, Allen

2025-08-27
Your poem really struck home with me, Lawrence. I feel exactly the same, only here the obvious sign of this approaching change are the fields of sunflowers whose heads are lolling down: Like you say with laboratory genes so they all sync and live predetermined deaths. Wonderful observational poetry again, my friend. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-26
I feel that you are saying that we humans are actually pretty resilient, and your resilience, described in your poem, has allowed me to say, 'Welcome back on PB, Katarina.' :o) Too many poets have been missing in action. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-24
A very interesting thought process. Very meditative. Thanks for sharing you poem. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-24
Obviously he was a wise man, Sona. And to extrapolate the idea, the reverse actually applies. Life is often so much nicer when you travel your road with a companion, same gender or not. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-23
Such a sad read is this. It expresses well, in my mind, how someone must feel when a loved one moves on and away. I think we have all experienced a little of what your protagonist feels, when we are young and lose our first juvenile love... but that must be a shadow of the feelings when a relationship between mature men and women fails. Nicely done. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-23
Your poem made me ponder what you proposition. Which led me to respectfully contradict because surely everything must be mutable since it once was dust from the stars, and in any case was and can be molten again and amalgamated with other things. I agree with you about the sense of home, though: Everything has a right to call a place home.I love the title you chose for this too. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-23
A real conundrum isn't it? And your poem expresses an aspect of it well. To my mind I ask you is not 'God' everywhere and is everything? I think we may prefer something over another something but that is the result of experience conditioning us through our life, it doesn't (or shouldn't) demean the less preferred something, for everything fundamentally is loved. A thought provoking poem. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-23
Congratulations, Alan. Well, for me, they say I have a small area on each kidney that looks like cancer. Fairly early stages of the discovery as yet, with my second MRI scan booked next Friday to assess if there is any change. I've did have cancer once, and perhaps that's why I am not pooing my breaches. They can make mistakes! I was once told I had prostate cancer.... and they got that wrong! Blessings and positive thoughts for your long term survival my friend. Allen

2025-08-23
Thank you for introducing me to Curlew National Grassland.... via a video on YT. I'm wondering if the cut backs include the protection of this place. Anyway, as usual you poetry is both entertaining and thought provoking. As someone who is unperturbed by being alone I can imagine the advantages of the solitude. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-21
Congrats, Lawrence. I see that your poem 'Eleven Days' has had 74 reads already! If I may say so, with poems like this it is not surprising your work attracts readers. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-20
Is "patience Grasshopper" an appropriate thing to have come to mind? (If you remember that phrase? Blessings, Allen

2025-08-19
I find your poems of such encounters quite riviting. Just imagine if we did continually think of people that we meet in such circumstances. Wouldn't it drive you mad? Blessings, Allen

2025-08-18
I could even see the pictures on the postcard reading this poem, and I was left with the feeling that I oh so well know that feeling when One returns home. Nice one, Lawrence. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-17
Thank you, in'kwa, for passing on the news about Zoya. That is such sad news to hear. Zoya will be sadly missed from this world both for the loss of her poetry and her great skill as a Rheumatologist. Through the medium of our thoughts and our love may the loss her loved ones feel be soon ameliorated. Blessings and love, Allen

2025-08-14
I am so sorry to learn of Kip walking into that wide waiting field. It is a special thing to be with someone when they make that transition. Your presence must have been a great comfort for him.
I know the World is poorer every moment of every day with the passing of souls, but when a fellow poet passes, one you know, one you shared words and memories with, then you are that much more attuned to the loss.
Blessings and love to you and yours, and to Kip's loved ones too, Allen.
PS. Are you in contact with Zoya?

2025-08-13
I like this very much. It reminds me of a time I was walking a well trodden path through the trees and similarly came across a deer in a clearing. It was all alone munching something in the vegetation. I have never been sure it saw me or not, but I carried on and so did the deer with its meal. Both of us alone. What happened afterwards was spooky. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-13
Some very interesting metaphors in this poem. The protagonist must be overjoyed to feel that light within; that strength; ultimately that love. A great esoteric poem I feel. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-11
Yeah. See, this damn animal has this defect: He doesn't learn! Blessings, Allen

2025-08-11
You can read this poem and get two distinctly different vibes. I'm erring on the side of the nice one. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-11
Interesting poem, Sona. It reminded me of all those times when a scent brought back memories of nice things - mainly. The sense of smell is a powerful memory stimulant. Is that a run punch I smell......... ahhh: Sandy beaches, warn scented air, Pebbles cafe on the beach..... Blessings, Allen

2025-08-11
We used to fear that constant news of atrocities such as this would desentisize us. It has gone further than that. Now those who report the news are blase about it too. Sad. Sad. Sad.
Blessings, Allen

2025-08-11
Nicely penned, Lawrence. If only it could be bottled, eh? Blessings, Allen

2025-08-11
Never fear the dark, you will light the darkness. That's not a religious thing, it is a fundamental truth. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-08
I am a long-term admirer of your work. So I'll just say, 'I loved it'. The sense of smell if so powerful.
I had such a memory brought back from a perceived aroma last night.
Welcome back, by the way
Blessings and love, Allen

2025-08-08
Seems like we old'uns are all facing one thing or another, which makes it all the more important to have someone in your thoughts, as you are in mine - for e good result. Fingers, toes, arms, legs and eyes crossed. Blessings, Allen

2025-08-06
Well, it's an interesting concept. I like the use of restless eyes, it is quite novel. Blessings, Allen