| Success?
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2025-10-02
It does! Blessings, Allen
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| First Love
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2025-09-30
It is different, isn't it. Some strange metaphors but One gets the message. Blessings, Allen
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| YET ANOTHER DEADLY SHOOTING!
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2025-09-30
Ken, I was reading just the other day that there have been 53 school shootings in the US this year to date. Nineteen dead, eighty-four injured. And as you say.... and it goes on! Blessings, Allen
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| Phoenix
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2025-09-30
Your poem brings to mind the MacDougall hypothesis in the early 1900's. It is referred to as the 21 grams experiment. Bunkum of course, but they tried. :) Blessings, Allen
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| Come, Fill Your Tortilla
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2025-09-30
I'd love to join you but I'm pescatarian ! A good vegetarian curry is what I use to mask the stench - along with refreshing blonde beer. The sad thing is the stink returns without hesitation. I'm thinking crop sprayers. Blessings, Allen
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| annie day one
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2025-09-30
A thought provoking poem, this. I like the construct too. Written so that the reader can visualise the scene okay. I am left wondering about the background to it, like, 'where is her home', and, 'why don't they live together', but as a poet you will know that is the sign of a good tale - leaving them wanting more! Blessings, Allen
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| DEMENTIA ON MY MIND
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2025-09-30
No need to apologise, Alan. I think you are a bit of a miracle writing poetry with this illness to start with! Long may you continue to do so, my friend. Blessings, Allen
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| Meniscus Doesn’t Lie
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2025-09-27
Thank you for sharing, it gave me a smile this rather dark morning. Blessings, Allen
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| Pegasus
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2025-09-27
Bless! What a lovely expectation. I remember it well. Live and love well. Blessings, Allen
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| Somewhere down the line
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2025-09-27
A deep observational poem, and very true. The sad part is that that it is likely that after several cycles, the only part of you that exists is in the genes of your progeny. Oh, and perhaps on a unmarked photograph jumbled amongst others, in a cardboard box pushed to the back of the highest shelf in a wardrobe in the spare bedroom. My box is full of them. I keep them because I know that these people meant something to my departed parents who bequeathed them . :( Blessings, Allen
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| POET AND THEIR POETRY
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2025-09-25
Why else would we write, eh? :) Blessings, Allen
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| Hunger
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2025-09-25
A really interesting poem. Thank you for sharing. Blessings, Allen
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| Not the Norman Rockwell Version
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2025-09-25
I knew there was a reason why I moved to another country.... other than escaping the clutches of 'the dragon'! Blessings, Allen
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| Late September Grasping
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2025-09-25
I read this poem and realised how skillfully it was written when almost every phrase mirrored thoughts and feeling of my own. I guess lots of readers of it will feel the same way when reading it. I must seek to find pleasure in Winter I suppose. Blessings, Allen
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| Treading Water
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2025-09-24
I need to read this again. Blessings, Allen
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| What’s Past is Past
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2025-09-19
Love, obsession, and the likes, have this ability to sometimes inspire unrealistic expectations... hence the 'rose coloured glasses'. However, what a dreadful world it would be if we spurned such feelings and lived life in a stark black and white world eh? Of course it is sad that our expectations never materialised in circumstances like your tree carvings. Awfully the carvings themselves have faded: Normally they at least remain as a sweet reminder of what once was. Its a nice poem, though imparting sorrow. well done. Blessings, Allen PS: Forgive mu apparent verbosity. You struck a nerve!
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| More Dilettante Than Slave
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2025-09-19
Unfortunately wage slavery is still awaiting the arrival of a modern day William Wilberforce. Where the hell is he (or her)? Blessings, Allen
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| HARD TO READ
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2025-09-19
wxactly! Don't take everything at face value, think about it, evaluate it in your own mind. Blessings, Allen
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| Sex Appeal
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2025-09-18
A bold statement in this poem makes me think about the 'eye of the beholder'. It is fascinating in this experience we are in that what appeals to one person may not to another - but that's, as they say, is what makes the world go around. Blessings, Allen
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| Constitutionally Protected? Nope.
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2025-09-17
Delicious highball, thank you, though the sparkling bubbles are overshadowed. Blessings, Allen
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| The Lion of stillness
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2025-09-16
A thought provoking poem, Nils. I like the shape too. :o) Blessings, Allen
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| Something Has To Give
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2025-09-16
What a wonderful message your poem gives. Blessings, Allen
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| over-shoulder weather
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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
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| Blue Nightscapes
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2025-09-16
You have 'nostalgiaitis' a bit like me at the moment. I like the 'silken' nature of this piece. Blessings, Allen
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| Spring Came Stealing in...
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2025-09-13
Such a lovely poem, Zoya. You are sadly missed. Blessings, Allen
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| IN LIFE
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2025-09-13
True. Why can't we just slowly disappear from view? Blessings, Allen
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| Happy Birthday to Me
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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
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| Requiem for Charlie Kirk
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2025-09-11
Harsh, but - sadey - very true. Blessings, Allen
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| her smile
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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
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| Coach
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2025-09-07
Even with the shades up I get bored on such journeys! Bravo to you. Blessings, Allen
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| Curtains of Time
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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
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| Three for the Mouse
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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
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| Cause for Celebration
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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
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| Resting in ease as pure peace
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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
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| Green pearl without a string
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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
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| Screen Noir
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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
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| BE A LISTANING EAR
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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
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| that damascene road
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2025-08-31
Nice one! I may be a bit late in commenting, but I thank you for the tip. Blessings, Allen
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| As God speaketh
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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
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| LITTLE CLOUDS
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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
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| IN THE ABYSS OF MY MIND
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2025-08-29
Bring them forth, my friend. Bring them forth.
Blessings, Allen
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| Third Wheel
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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
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| Demon Rum
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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
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| Oh, No
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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
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| Soft landing and take-off
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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
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| dead silence
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2025-08-24
A very interesting thought process. Very meditative. Thanks for sharing you poem. Blessings, Allen
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| Whatever your name is-
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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
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| Fantisma
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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
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| when a stone makes me sink deep in water
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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
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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
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