Griffonner

2026-03-25
This is the reason why there needs to be change, and not only change to the way these things work out, but also people's mindsets: It shouldn't be accepted. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-25
So, so emotive, this writing. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-25
I really like this poem. It is really honest and heartfelt, that's obvious. When the inspiration/muse inspires you to, go for it without delay, your accompanying image and your explanation feels to me as though your painting is also poetic. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-25
I think your poem is mysterious, Jim. I imagine the mystery to be that a tangerine would have brought more warmth into the scene, since I suspect they are out of season? Or are they widely available in your locality? Or I may be out of season in my reasoning. That's more likely , I feel . :D
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-25
I have read your poem several times and think that ultimately you are calling for the change that most of us have come to desire: Honesty and transparency and a rejection of valueless material aspirations. At least, I hope we do. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
Nice one, Sameen. :)
I like the way you have used a conversational tone to this poem.
My own reaction is to say perchance some of us are looking in the wrong places and if only we had known it, we had it in our hearts all the time - or in our dreams. :)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
A good question. In fact more than that: It is a question that should be being asked through the biggest and loudest megaphone that ever existed!
It seems that there is no justice if you have more money than is deserved, and even if you have status of some actually undeserved kind. To call it a disgrace is an understatement. It has to change. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
Long may it be so, Ken. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
So sad. Very emotive words, Clara. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
It is a very thought provoking statement, this. IT made me wonder what value a constitution is in these days of the the likes of the clown Thump! Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
A strange sensation of serendipity when reading this, because only half an hour ago I was composing a poem which involved music from the 60's mainly, and then this. :) Oh, yes, I remember those days of pirate ship Caroline. They actually broke a monopoly of the airwaves to the benefit of the public I think. Even earlier there was Radio Luxembourg. Those were the days (my friend) :)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
I enjoyed this. I think it is very clever. Your wordsmanship shines through. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
Wow! Such an emotive and honest poem. You are to be congratulated for this, Melinda. You were so fortunate in your relationship it seems. Genetics have this unavoidable habit of mirroring across time. You see honest wear and tear and genes. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
I feel your loss in this poem - having read your preface - and the words.... they are very emotive. That decline you speak of is of course amplified by illness, and according to recent medical science generally by inflammation. I say that because I am conscious of the fact that we are, from the very beginning of life inflamed by a trillion things and dying. Blessings and brotherly love, Allen

2026-03-24
True! Well said. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
You have a very good point. I like your poem, but it's bloody Thursday for me! How come every time I blink it is Thursday again? I hardly remember Wednesdays. :) Blessings, Allen

2026-03-24
Intriguing poem. I've read it several times and am still wondering, is that last line the key? Blessings, Allen

2026-03-22
Charming write. In a world so removed from simple honesty, your poem and the thinking behind it are a welcome respite. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-21
2937 reads, and I have the honour of being the first to comment on your enlightening poem. Well done. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-21
... so welcoming. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-21
You have a great imagination. For every Bill Sikes there's a Nancy in waiting, perchance on a street corner, or maybe just liking being a victim. Shudder at the thought of your lily white throat being debased by the likes of sikes. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-21
So simple. So striking. So true. There's a new blank sheet of paper for every day. The page will be written even if the writer has cramp or the ink fails to flow. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-21
Like a stream of thoughts. Does betrayal have to mean murder? I love 'Villainous verbs'. Words without end. Amen
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-21
The recurring Tunbridge Wells. You must love the place! Your poetry reminds me of a dear departed friend of mine - Rick Summat. Very enjoyable. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-21
Loved it! I know Tunbridge Wells, but not Toad Rock- at least in the UK. That was the mystery I needed to keep me coming back for another read. Nicely done without unnecessary graphism. Bravo. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-19
Reading your poem I had to smile. I've been there and know how you feel. It is, basically, all in the mind. Keep up the good work, the longer you feel that way the better. :) Blessings, Allen

2026-03-18
I love some of the phrasing you use in this poem. "Black, like the silence/before the soul breaks apart" is a good example.
Welcome to PoetBay. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-18
Don't knock yourself! (Especially with axes.) :)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-18
A really powerful emotive and thought provoking poem, Melinda.
I look at myself and realistically conclude that other than the divinely granted individuality I was created with, I myself have no greatness. I have come to accept myself for the very imperfect person I am. At 82 that can be a very sobering thought if One ever thinks One has any form of greatness. :(
Blessings and brotherly love, Allen

2026-03-18
I enjoyed reading this very much, and thought, as a result, that it is no bad thing to be isolated - always providing you can support yourself and for a roughly calculated period of time. Just imagine the silence in all that muffling snow!
Oh, and keep the TV and radio switched off!
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-16
My understanding of sunspots started at a really early age as a radio ham, when I became aware of the effects they have on radio propagation. Your poem comes at the subject from a novel and different perspective. Succinctly put. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-16
This poem is an extremely emotive expose into part of the lifelong psychological effects of deprived childhood affection. The protagonist's honesty and integrity shine through in every phrase. Bravo Nisha... and welcome to PoetBay. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-13
Nice to see you again, Melanie. Sorry you were gas-lit. It prompted you to write this poem, though... which is good. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-13
Self deprecating poetry. A new category! Nice to see you back. :)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-13
I really like this. It is the ultimate conundrum isn't it. I don't think human brains could understand a one trillionth of 0.00000000001% of it. I reckon God admires human persistence though. The striving to understand and grow our knowledge may well be what it is all about. :) Blessings, Allen

2026-03-13
A really beautiful romantic poem which I regret not reading earlier. I loved the metaphors and the honesty. Deserves accolade in my opinion. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Save for those born with a silver spoon in their mouths. :)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
An enjoyable read. I get the message, and I like the way I got to it. Thanks for sharing. Oh, and I think you succeeded in your 'asttempt'. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
I couldn't agree more with your premise. In essence it may be a simplification because we fall and rise in so many different ways, but so true nonetheless. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Yes. How true, and such a nice way of getting to the thirteenth and fourteenth lines. :D Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Gave me a smile. Can I say, good intentions trump almost everything. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Why no comments? This poem brings warmth into your heart. We can still help others, but always remember we csan't do that unless we feed and cloth ourselves - 'feed' being metaphorical. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Best thing to do: Get to the other side... where the sun shines and replenishes your soul. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
I really appreciate this poem. Easy to visualise, and enjoyable to read. Life should always be like this: Every moment of every day. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-12
Wow! Did we all see that scene! I know exactly what you mean. ('scuse the unintended poetry)
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-11
A very pleasant read with some pleasing rhymes. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-10
Let's hope that changes, eh. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-10
You are so good at these conversational poems. I read this as 'Gently does it', or as an old boss of mine used to say when i was young, "Softly, softly, catchee monkey" - a saying he used without malice I might add. Blessings, Allen

2026-03-10
Interesting poem, Ken. I now wonder if the fact that we've awoken to a thick white mist hiding almost everything nearby is a portent.
Blessings, Allen

2026-03-09
I enjoyed the read. Some interesting metaphors too. Nicely done. Blessings, Allen