Griffonner

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
Made me feel sad for your plight. Blessings, 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

2026-01-11
We need silence to recognise the truth sometimes. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-11
An extremely interesting poem. It poses an age old question that has been number one on the list of unanswerables. If you ask me, I am 100% certain you are right, Melinda. That is my belief anyway. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-11
I'm with Mr Moody on this one. I do really like it. It reminds me of times long passed but fondly remembered. Blessings, Allen PS: Nice to see yous writing again. :)

2026-01-10
It inspired sadness in me. I think the energy of the Sun is multi-faceted, and of vital importance not only in the physical realm. But then again, I wonder if you intend this poem to be read in a completely different way? Blessings, Allen

2026-01-10
A powerful write. Obviously from the heart. I think your last line is becoming a common question, Kee. The brains of multi-millionaire egotists, tell them they can do anything. The problem is they do it all badly. Their followers tell them their nonexistent suits are very fashionable. Let the madness begin. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-09
@ Jim: Your comment almost reflects the confused state of the things I spoke about, and made absolute sense. Thank you.

2026-01-09
There is something in this poem that grabs my attention. One can read many meanings into those words, and in each scenario they have power. Nicely done. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-09
So, so, so heartfelt, this poem. And we see nother poet... passes on, this one in the most horrendous way.. I found your poem to be profoundly moving.
It is hard to believe it has come to this. As a young man, I yearned to visit your country. But as I matured it seemed time and tide washed your shores with a carcinogenic dust. I know that's a generality - for so many people there go about their day to day activities as decent law abiding souls... and that makes it worse, because I just cannot understand how they can do that in the face of the nightmare only they have the power to awaken from. Easy to say, I know.
A great poem that deserves accolade.
May blessings and love cascade down upon you all.
Allen

2026-01-07
I understand the feelings you describe in your well worked out poem. Of course I am aware of who you refer to as being your saviour, but.... Let us hope that the devil and his cohorts are beneath the floor when it collapses, they would then suffer the most and cushion your fall. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-04
Enjoyed this one, Sameen. Is there anything better than love poetry in all it's guises. Thanks for sharing.
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-02
So many years gone by, and so many reads, but not one comment before this! I could feel your emotions clearly in this well constructed poem, Gills. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-02
A true tribute, Thank you so much for sharing your memories of this already much missed poet. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-02
Jim has said it right, hasn't he! So many clever lines and rhymes show your penmanship skills my friend. I love it. Blessings, Allen

2026-01-02
As usual, for me, poems from you that appeal and enthrall. I'm a sucker for well written poems with a central story. Blessings, and thanks, and more season's wishes, Allen

2026-01-02
Oh the memories of growing up, eh? I loved your memories. Very charming.
For about four years I travelled to a technical college daily, by bus, a jouney of just over an hour. It was the only place I met with girls, and where I several times 'fell in love'. I was older than you were, so perhaps my shyness at that stage was an attraction! Who knows!
Blessings, Allen

2026-01-02
A thought that this was a lovely way to express your appreciation of Siritha, and novel too. Blessings, Allen