Griffonner

2025-07-02
My 'pen' has been paused in mid air whilst my brain questions the right way to remark - being a man. First the question in your foreword: I reallty can't answer this, can I? I think I would have to write a simile about a penis and see where that went!
Then, reading on, I found myself being empathetic as well as amused. It shouldn't be described as such, but as Mercatore commented it will be seen as daring.
Well done. Blessings, Allen

2025-07-02
Thank you for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2025-07-02
Well, I must say that I have never subscribed to really wishing ill on others, but there comes a time - as expressed in your able poem - when there is no alternative but to remove the kid gloves.
Personally, I would prefer that the populace of the World come together and starve these creatures of their life blood - money. People have made valiant efforts in respect of a well known electric car manufacturer, so it can be done, there is hope. Blessings, Allen

2025-07-02
I liked the way you expressed the ebbing of grief. It never goes away of course, and it tempers us to eventually be able to live with ourselves and our memories alone. Such an emotive write and, I hope, a cathartic one too. Blessings, Allen

2025-07-01
Nor smell the flowers for exhaust fumes I'd hazard to guess!
Blessings, Allen

2025-07-01
A very emotive poem that I seem to have missed at the time you submitted it, Jim. I actually love this poem, it reflects so much of what our reality/existence is... in truth. However close we may be to someone else, we do not know what their thought processes are. I think that gives emphasis to our extreme individual uniqueness. Blessings, Allen

2025-06-28
Ha, I loved this read, and am so very thankful for your explanation of vernacular,,, especially 'stooshie' - what a fabulous word! Blessings, Allen

2025-06-28
As always, thank you Nils for a profound thought.
Blessings, Allen

2025-06-28
Yes, I can see the philosophic message here. Very true. I would just remark that the older you get, however you fill your day, time appears to speed up. The moments when you lift your head and question 'what is the time?' are those when you realise how time has passed so frighteningly rapidly. It is true, there is not enough time. Blessings, Allen

2025-06-28
The loss of love is painful in every manifestation of it. This charming poem expresses this very well. I have been where your protagonist is, and so I know that love is always there, there will be someone who meets your expectations fully... just not now. Blessings, Allen

2025-06-28
Really quite a wonderful perspective, and one that I share wholeheartedly, albiet not having friends or relatives in that community you refer to. The world needs... by that I mean Mankind needs... to understand that tolerance for one another's state of being will be the only path to easy living. Blessings, Allen

2025-06-28
Your poem expresses a conventional belief that must be applauded. But we are all unique individuals that a divine creator has given life and free will to. Because we are so unquestionably unique, I personally doubt that that deity would want us to be like sheep and adhere to one singular pattern of living and thinking. Maybe I am just a rebel at heart! I sincerely pray that your dis-ease will soon be a thing of the past, and you will reach your nirvana. Blessings, Allen

2025-06-26
Yeah but more cuttings to clear up after 24hrs growth!! :D
Blessings, Allen

2025-06-25
Richard, it it is an insult that nobody commented on this poem when it was quite obviously written from the bottom of your heart, and meant so much to you. Bravo for putting it into such emotive words. Blessings, Allen

2025-06-22
I have got to say that all these years after you wrote this it is still an enjoyable read - even if somewhat melancholic. Your poetic skills are clearly evident, AND sorely missed. I journey back in time on PoetBay from time to time, and always end up asking into the ether "Where are you?" I hope you are somewhere where your intuitive antenna twitches and feels the appreciation of your work. Blessings, Allen

2025-06-22
There are a lot of poignant remarks in this piece. It's truth is there for all open-minded individuals to see. Blessings, Allen

2025-06-19
I wondered how old it was, because it sounds like the expression 'misplaced youth' might have fitted really well! How come you hit it with you truck? Blessings, Allen

2025-06-12
I suspect that something along these lines is almost inevitable, given the apparently unfathomable justice system. Blessings, Allen

2025-06-04
You never know, it might just be a diamond in disguise.
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-20
Enjoyable read, Lawrence. I thought you were talking about her being like a trophy wife, but clearly not. :o)
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-20
Forthright, I give you that! And why not. Quote: "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-18
Looks good. And the write is a good conversational piece. Blessings, Allen

2025-05-18
Ah, yes, Night Soul Woman. I wonder where she is now. Perhaps she is sitting beneath a hackberry tree somewhere, Jim.

When I am visiting these pages I often think of the beautiful people who once wrote beautiful words on PB. As you can tell this piece of yours inspires thinking. Blessings, Allen

2025-05-18
Indira Ganghi said, "The old need the company of the young so that they renew their contact with life." I can see that in myself because I do so miss having my children around. But I hate to tell you this, I have absolutely no problem of being on my own. Perhaps it is because I'm an 'only child', I don't know. It takes all sorts.... I hope you find the company you seek.
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-18
Dark, or milk, I wonder? And what cocoa concentration? Too strong and it gives me headaches; too sweet and it is sickly. I guess love can override all those considerations. Rose glasses and all that. :o)
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-18
So it is chess then: Checkmate, you have been captured, maybe even captivated. :o)
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-17
Flippantly some would say, "You've got it bad!" But it is plain to see that you take your love very seriously.
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-17
This charming piece gave me a smile at it's ending. For that it is to be applauded. Blessings, Allen

2025-05-17
To make people believe in their tomorrows: Such an incredible ability in this state of the world.
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-16
Yes, I agree with One Trick Pony about this: It is quietly powerful, and succinctly tells us more than the words themselves say. The old saying,'You can choose your friends but not your relations' comes to mind. I experienced something of the same nature, and now, in later years, have this reversal of thinking where I now appreciate that all that went before brought me to where I am - where I am comfortable in my skin. Have confidence in yourself.
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-16
Such a heartfelt write, this. Your words inspire compassion in the heart and mind of the reader. Blessings, Allen

2025-05-16
I appreciate your poem very much, but when I read it I am consumed with the thought that this attitude (forgive me for calling it that) is an acceptance of the debasing of self worth that all these entities have and do impose on us. Some, I guess, we must endure, but largely they inspire my desire to revolt! Blessings, Allen

2025-05-16
A very poignant poem, I feel. A brilliant metaphor, as well.
Blessings, Allen

2025-05-05
So clearly heartfelt this poem. It is often difficult to put all those feelings into words, I feel. Blessings, Allen

2025-05-01
A clever write, this. It poses a question broader in aspect that might at first be thought. Basically humans have this habit of mucking up things, don't they/we! What would life be without money - at least in the form we have at the moment? Blessings, Allen

2025-04-30
So commendable. But do you really have to sleep on a bench?
Blessings, Allen

2025-04-28
You are in my thoughts, and those of other's, for relief of the suffering. Hope is a really powerful energy and has such great potential. Blessings and love, Allen

2025-04-28
Hi Peter, its smashing to see you writing on PB. I just lurv lipstress'! Lovely poem about love. :o) We with Welsh blood somewhere in our veins have this thing called hiraeth.
Blessings. Allen

2025-04-28
Yes, this poem so effectively highlights a scene we see all the time. We take our mobiles out with us in the car "in case" - but that's it. No surfing, no calling, no gaming, no social media! (We dumped Facebook so long ago it is hard to say exactly how long, but say at least ten years ago! There's no appeal in SM for us , so even if we were into such things we wouldn't use 'x" for obvious reasons! I do think that SM can be like an addiction though, and addiction is an illness. Will they get well soon? Blessings, Allen

2025-04-24
Take care on those excursions, and make sure you are fully charged. Freedom! Beep beep....
Blessings, Allen

2025-04-22
Ah, the last stanza of this epic poem gives something of the author away, doesn't it: 'While his regret kept him in that dreich place,' and 'So, he stripped and set out to dree his weird.' Well done, Dougie, and the tweak was well worth it. It's good to see you here too. Blessings and brotherly love, Allen

2025-04-18
A similar thing with me: Inasmuch as I was never baptized. As an octogenarian I have never feared that my God would not unconditionally love me... since he or she mas maintained my being / my existing in this life, and given me such experiences to satisfy my belief that existence is eternal. I myself chose to give my children their own choice in such matters. I concur about the hypocrisy that is evident in so many 'missionaries'. Blessings, Allen

2025-04-17
That is a shame. Here is the hope that tomorrow (today) will be a better day for you. Blessings, Allen

2025-04-17
And very lyrical it is too. Well done. Blessings, Allen

2025-04-12
Very True. Blessings, Allen

2025-04-12
It is a feeling I share - so well described in your poem. I can survive happily on my own, 'in my own company', but in those intervals of initial separation after enjoying the company of a loved-one, in particular, the silence is the first signal of the void their leaving has created. Deserves accolade. Blessings, Allen

2025-04-12
I like it. Well written. Blessings, Allen

2025-04-12
A fine piece of poetry, this. Your descriptions bring the scene to life brilliantly, Jim. Blessings, Allen

2025-04-11
No, I get where you are coming from. Maybe such congratulations just get on your nerves. Blessings, Allen

2025-04-11
A fine sonnet. The subject matter reminds me of the saying: You can choose your friends but not your family. Sad isn't it. Blessings, Allen