Griffonner

2024-04-19
Alarian has a point as a result of reading your poem, doesn't he. Funnily enough this subject has occurred twice today in poetry that I've read, and I've postulated that if we are part of the 'whole' (each and every one of us) then just maybe, at our moment in time, our imperfections are required in order to complete and balance the whole? Blessings, Allen

2024-04-19
A mystical write, this. I feel this poem is a little like an onion,with many layers. Or am I overthinking it? Actually, I am often addlepated but no-one sends me flowers. Lucky old you. :) Blessings, Allen

2024-04-19
Interesting. I have often thought, when hearing about cases of alleged misconduct by the armed forces, 'what do you expect if you train people to kill?' It is a fine line between being a killer of the enemy and being a killer full stop. I don't wish to demean them: They would defend me in ways that I myself would never do and so they must have my respect. But still the question persists. Blessings, Allen

2024-04-19
Maybe they know a better way of looking at it, the dogs I mean. Maybe they have a different concept. Not that 'any god will do' but that there are many imperfect perfunctory gods (us) and also the universal prime creator. Blessings, Allen

2024-04-19
And peeps she would get. Is it just that the peepers can't be bothered to expose their voyerism? :) Blessings, Allen

2024-04-19
Infinite versions of our own reality each in a different stage of time/development could account for that line of thinking too. :)
Blessings, Allen

2024-04-19
Absolutely! Contemplating how many imperfections I would have to correct suggests eternity! If we are all part of the whole, then is it possible that for a moment all those imperfections are actually required at that timer? Blessings, Allen

2024-04-18
You observation of the dubious morality of the media is to be applauded. Blessings, Allen

2024-04-18
How true, my friend! It is even more vital that we fine tune our intuition and never form an opinion without serious and due thought... especially now we have this double-edged sword of AI!
Blessings, Allen

2024-04-18
Welcome home, Poet. After travelling I think it is a good sign if I see the return to normality as hum drum because I think it means I enjoyed the novelty of the vacation: I might have wanted to stay. Blessings, Allen

2024-04-11
"items easily dismissed as boring, but which constitute the bones and sinews of a world so unlike our own." Incisive thought processes there! Bravo.
Blessings, Allen

2024-04-05
ばっちり", "ばっちし, ドンピシャ”, "ぴったり

That is a great precise of being in Japan.

Blessings, Allen

2024-04-02
it is a club no-one wants to belong to, but it seems to me your fine poem resonates something that many of us 'oldies' experience. We can't all be super physically fit. :(
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-30
I find this rather sombre. At the same time it is an intriguing read. In my interpretation the choice is similar to one that I have envisaged: So I ask how it is possible to be lost in the dark when your own light is illuminating. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-29
There is something to be admired in each stanza. This is something to be savoured. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-29
Especially when the reader takes the time to comment and tell you their feelings on what they have read. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-29
I like to think we are giving something of ourselves through our words. Whether it is our imagination or parts of our own story, those words have been filtered by us as unique individuals. We cannot control who reads - once they are released into the World - but the greatest gift a reader can give in return is to tell us what they thought. Personally I find that very fulfilling to read.
Nice thought provoking poem, Sona. Thanks for sharing.
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-29
It is Lawrence's Law (or mine): When you disappear you can bet your bottom dollar the sun will come out! Blessings, Allen

2024-03-29
Quite right too, stand up for yourself! But in this case she wanted to stand up for you. :) Blessings, Allen

2024-03-23
A very profound poem, I feel. A second reading brings forth even more wise fruit. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-20
A bit of sanity in the World! It might read fanciful, but the underlying message is something that many people have said. I think the next phase to this thinking is to realise that since you don't want another skin, the one you have can't be all that bad. Then comes love for yourself. (Metaphorically speaking of course!) Blessings, Allen

2024-03-18
This is the second poem of yours I have read today, and there is, it seems, a commonality about them... maybe it is just your mood at the time of writing. If it is your birthday, then 'Happy Birthday', if it hasn't yet arrived may it be a delightful experience when it does. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-18
I'm with OTP on this gentle application of tough love. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-18
A poem possibly written as the result of nostalgia over a lost Love. I enjoyed the read: That's the awful part of it! How can you enjoy reading of someone else's suffering? When it is good free verse is when. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-17
This is a really excellent allegory of our infinite power in this reality. We are indeed able to play the part of the reaper with such ease. Kyreus is right in his comment of course, though I would have said 'the ultimate creator is God'. Blessings, Allen.

2024-03-17
An intriguing poem, Lawrence. I feel that moments like this are actually quite plentiful if we have our hearts and minds open to their apparition.... or maybe that awareness is more subtle. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-17
I get this, Ingvar. It is a personal release of thoughts that quite probably mirror those of someone else - though, because of our individual uniqueness, each of us would write an alternative line here and there. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-17
Dear Marie, how could I have missed this heartfelt poem of yours? Equally,, how on earth has it been read so many times and not commented upon? In these three stanzas you have said it all, and I know that every word could be wrung out for tears. Your loss is so palpable. Blessings and love, Allen.

2024-03-13
Absolutely!
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-12
The feeling expressed in this poem is understandable, but remember 'never let the bastards grind you down'.
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-11
It affords the reader a really nice journey through the lines with their pattern of rhythm and rhyme, I feel. A clever phraseology makes it completely interdenominational - if you get my drift.
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-11
A deceptively simple poem which has a lasting beauty and is enjoyable to read. Thank you for sharing this fine poem, OTP.
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-11
Oh Bless! A question I too pose to myself. Your poem expresses this beautifully. There is a sadness and a strength that is given from the realisation of one's age. At 45 my blood ran cold realising I was three quarters the way to sixty: Is that when it happened, or was it when I was 61 and realised I had lived longer than my father before me? And those ages are now so long ago. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-10
Yeah, a distraction from the muse too! But each is part of the whole. Is the whole the hum? Is it possible to hear the universal consciousness, I wonder? Your poem makes me consider that as a possibility: A kind of synesthesia? But let me live this dream a little longer - I can always take my hearing aid out! :)
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-07
Maybe he has out something in their water?
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-07
I don't want to appear facetious but, there are times when taking a light-hearted view of things is beneficial to the soul: Avoiding the terribly heavy and oppressing state of the World.
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-07
Oh bless! Don't I know this situation and the feelings you have! Mine is now gone, and she was fastidious with cleanliness to the other extreme, but still the same feelings were there. She once ghosted me for a year because I yawned when on the phone to her! Blessings, Allen

2024-03-07
As a non US person, I must say that I feel your last line is absolutely spot on!!!! Blessings, Allen

2024-03-05
A brave write, Lawrence. Given I only partake at weekends, I shall remember to make a toast to poets with names starting with B. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-05
Alan, I have been struggling for sixty years to find words when I speak! When I write or type though, they appear more fluidly. Public speaking in my twenties I began to think I had a brain problem. I did, but it hasn't got any worse in the interim. As we get older (present company excluded) these things happen. It is when you don't know where you are that you need to worry!!!! Sending you positive thoughts, my friend. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-05
Love the preface! I refrain from political comment though... I rarely get that right. :) Blessings, Allen

2024-03-05
My guess is that those Parisians like the lifestyle in Brussels. Having been there and witnessed it, I can see why they would. But these things change over time, as does everything. A poetic question you pose admirably. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-05
This is a somewhat sombre poem, but effectively and poetically explains the protagonist's sense of Life's ending season. Something all we oldies think from time to time I feel. Getting old is often tinged with sadness and of course retrospection. The last stanza is epic!
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-04
Yeah, I know the feeling. In fact it has been my turn quite a few times these past months. I think it is all over now. Hopefully for good: When I finally 'go' I want it to be with soft compliance, if possible. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-04
Very deep (if you will excuse the unintended pun.)
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-04
Just one word: Superb!
Blessings, Allen

2024-03-04
Another of your fine poems, Lawrence. I admire your work. One reason is that your poems are so often highlighting the World and it's inequalities. Using pork recipes and the 'herd' is very clever. Blessings, Allen

2024-03-03
It's good to let them go - but always remember them, eh? Positive thought's for your friend's mom.
Blessings, Allen

2024-02-27
Actually quite a romantic poem. It's brevity a testament to the writer's skill. Blessings, Allen

2024-02-27
And in the future, Ingvar, just imagine the delight on an archeologist's face when he or she unearths that magnificent message to the future. The coins though, will need the hand of a clairsentient: But maybe everyone will have that gift in the far distant future after the World is ploughed of uncouth homo sapiens! Blessings, Allen