Griffonner

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

2026-01-20
Thank you for sharing this. Absolutely so, and in every case. I had an unfortunate relationship with my mother, but when her flame became extinguished the memories took on a new light: They were part of everything before that made me as I am now. So too a poets words. Blessings, 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

2025-12-29
Bless her! Makes you appreciate what you have, doesn't it. Keep up your wonderful work, Mirza. Blessings and best wishes to you and yours for 2026, Allen

2025-12-29
Most of my travelling memories are of crossing seas, no plains in sight. It is nice to picture your journey even though it sounds as if it was a sad one. Blessings, Allen

2025-12-29
I hope you enjoyed the meal. Your poem made me remember nine years ago was to be the last new year my Mum celebrated. Sorry to dampen the mood. Blessings, Allen

2025-12-28
And across the seas is is so nice to hear from you, and it is made that much more personal because you told me so much about where you are. All that from your really good poem. Blessings and best wishes for 2026, Allen

2025-12-28
I've read many postulations that our genes still contain the cycle of living from when we were hunter gatherers, so I fully see the scene your poem is creating. Blessings, and best wishes for 2026, Allen

2025-12-28
Thank you for your wish for 2026, Ann. Your wishes are reciprocated. Congratulations on the 50th too. Blessings to you and yours, Allen

2025-12-28
Very nicely done. It's a thought that maybe lots of people have... well I know I have. You express it concisely and with words that let your reader's mind's eye visualise a scene. It won't ever be the same one you saw, but that's the beauty of it. Blessings, Allen

2025-12-28
I miss the 'old ones' too, dear Sona. Sometimes we pass one another like ships in the night, but sometimes we are brave enough to expose our souls to the world through words, and when we do we enrich the World in our own small ways, just like they did. Blessings, Allen

2025-12-28
Sona, One Trick Pony has said it. You really have it. Blessings, Allen

2025-12-28
I once saw such a waif standing against a stone wall in Sarlat La Caneda in France. She inspired poetry too, but she had no smile. I formed the impression she was 'as hard as nails'. Blessings, Allen

2025-12-28
The world becomes just that little bit smaller and poorer for the loss of someone close to you, doesn't it? And in my opinion even more so when it is a creative person like a true poet. May the pain of your loss become the joy of your memories, Allen

2025-12-26
Brilliant! Blessings, Allen

2025-12-25
Really well written, I thought. Whilst reading It occurred to me that you could substitute 'thought' for 'word' as thoughts create and they formulate the meaning of the words too. Blessings, Allen