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2024-12-06
A scary but realistic truthfulness!

2024-12-04
Hopefully tax money can clean the air that he has stinked up. But which pockets are really lined? But I dare not ask...

2024-12-02
A subjective paradise, perhaps. Or one that is fluid that suits the mood of the moment.

2024-12-02
An evocative treatise on moral ambiguity. Pulled my thoughts to that latest high school shooter in the U.S., but for the firearm mentioned. But the other lines appear to be pointing to someone else. Perhaps it is purely a metaphor. However, it effectively conveys the tension between personal forgiveness and societal justice, questioning the fairness and integrity of both. It challenges reader to consider the implications of unconditional forgiveness and the potential for power to corrupt justice. Sets the mind and heart to work!

2024-12-01
They are doing that here as well on all sorts of issues. It took a Royal Inquiry years after Covid-19 to undo all that in an 800-page recommendation basically saying that the people were not consulted on any of the legislative mandates passed during that season. It's now catch up time but we have new legislation almost every fortnight that doesn't go through consultation first- shoot first, asks questions later. We are having a governmental melt down it seems, the world over.... in developed nations to boot!

2024-12-01
Quite a brilliant capturing of the sudden and disorienting end to lively gatherings, leaving a lingering sense of tension and unresolved emotions. It evokes the chaos and urgency of Swami's dismissals, creating a vivid image of the abrupt transition from light and sound to silence and darkness. The poem leaves readers pondering.

2024-12-01
As long as the mother is a nurse then that may even things out... or then again perhaps not.

2024-12-01
Oh to be king and yet... yet the toast itself may ail the reader as both a celebratory gesture as well as a poignant acknowledgment of impermanence, underscoring the themes of existence, decay, and the passage of time.

2024-12-01
A truly strange and ongoing phenomenon. The old ancestral home lay in ruins in mother's hamlet and from the barely visible foundation stumps I could still see my history and the shared family lore what went on there, the sight, the sounds, the scents even. In another sense it is a haunting harbinger of our finite mortality that we too shall be bulldozed and ground to dust one day. Can't win either way.

2024-12-01
It is so in a microcosm as it is in the bigger scene. My mother was born in a hamlet and it still exists with its own local governing unit and everything played on a global scale is scaled to size down there.... It's like watching a full length feature film on a smartphone screen.

2024-12-01
Oh right! Time to put out the Advent calendar! Thanks for the reminder!

2024-12-01
Story of my life. If we ever eat fastfood out of sheer necessity to stuff our mouths and "not die," I'd be sure to use up my season tickets to the loo!

2024-12-01
Thanksgiving's also over, the surviving turkeys are either relieved or live in fear for the coming year.

2024-12-01
That last stanza was a gas! nesting potholes... like those dolls!

2024-12-01
Oh where's my pen at, again?

2024-11-30
This brought my thoughts back to that 2010 Aussie film “Legend of the Guardians” which was hard to get through the first time around what for its emotional and dramatic impact. I asked my late dad once why in documentaries the camera people just allowed the preying to go uninterrupted and his ‘observers, scientific’ reasoning had not convinced me then and still tugs at me now to intervene whenever possible or capable of doing so. I’ve never been in such a situation though, so this is all hypothetical. Gripping poem Liam. 👍🏻 something to chew on and learn from.

2024-11-28
Now that’s deep.

2024-11-24
The personification of images does drive the point along its jagged, searing movement!

2024-11-24
It’s a lesson we either learn or don’t, quite intuitively, even! I remember getting some dry rub spices while cooking with bare (sanitised) hands. I guess the sanitising stripped away all my insulating oils and carried the smell for days even after several hand washes and showers. And the rebellion continues in other minuscule ways. (Applauded👏🏻)

2024-11-23
Parry, lunge, thrust, touché! Bilinguals and multilinguals have a whole world of juggling in the head (and soul, I suspect) in a way quite like the air traffic control dudes- I imagine (for lack of a forthcoming visual). A truly enjoyable poem, Liam! ~Rik

2024-11-22
In that case, hell must be close by… potholes galore since it’s been bucketing rain!

2024-11-22
This is a haunting and evocative poem that confronts the relentless passage of time. Its metaphorical cluster exemplifies the indifferent nature of time. The imagery of splendid moments drifting out of reach and the stark realization of aging evokes a poignant sense of disillusionment and mortality. The poem’s reflective tone and accessible language resonate deeply, making it a powerful meditation on the inevitability of change and the fleeting nature of life. Its ability to capture profound themes in a simple yet profound manner ensures its lasting impact on its readers.

2024-11-21
Your poem captures the stark beauty of the changing seasons so well. The imagery of the land's transformation under a bleak sky is striking. I appreciate how you evoke the feeling of a "comatose" landscape. Thank you for sharing this evocative piece, of continuing to express your unique perspective!

2024-11-21
surfaced

all the voices
gathered on my digital scream
somewhere on a site
devoted to stream
i wield words aflame
i share and laugh with joy
alone but never lonely
look at what the web has
given me
a liberated mind
touched by global threads
something that shines
brighter than any daytime opery


Hope my reply brings a sneer!

2024-11-20
A well captured scene on books and reading, each tome a fresh cast that reels in emotions and vicarious experiences ultimately peace which is a highly priced catch. Both vivid and contemplative, it celebrates the transformative power of reading.

2024-11-20
Sharp, satirical and quite thought provoking.

2024-11-20
“Alan’s Little Book of Verse” is a perfect title and motivation, at least I think so. 👍🏻

2024-11-20
Quite contemplative and vividly captures a moment of stillness and introspection, using striking metaphors and surreal imagery. I much enjoyed the tone of quiet reflection, exploring the transient nature of existence through ethereal descriptions of everyday objects. Here the mundane transforms into a source of wonder, inviting its reader to pause and reflect on their surroundings.

2024-11-20
Loving the sounds and images of this one, the cadence carries its story quite seamlessly as well! 👍🏻

2024-11-20
Quite interesting to note that faith is internal and individual only able to be reflected or recognised in others. From this reading I understand that this mirror effect reflects both parties involved. How it ends up may just entirely depend on ourselves in the end, being born alone and thus exiting alone at curtain time. Much food for thought here 👍🏻

2024-11-20
Such a hard truth that ambles along, staring me in the face!

2024-11-17
The word “quit” rises from these lines and perhaps with it a varied number of avenues that intertwine and meander. There perhaps are clues in the shadows shaded by our poetry but they are no guarantee but a feel for answers. We that are here now are left to carry on, picking up the pieces and mending the void that they once occupied. Is that a black hole to flee from or to warp through, only the future can tell.

2024-11-17
I find it is never truly fixed vision but rather a general direction and a wispy goal like making out an object in the distance through the fog; only going forward toward it does it make itself clear, the journey being the joy and the complete work (if it ever is in a complete state) a somewhat added bonus. Something like that… I must away to bring these thoughts and notions to a better cohesion.

2024-11-15
And then there is also graffiti that turns spills and splashes into masterpieces— could there be hope after all?

2024-11-15
And there I was beginning to reminisce on Barnum and Bailey. Serves me right! Haha 😆

2024-11-15
Curious job for an undertaker to prepare their long neckedness for burial… if it were so. *Random outtake*

2024-11-15
That usually fast tracks the foregone tossing and turning like a felled tree.

2024-11-15
Remembrance can be overly visual at times but accompanied by fragrance and emotional feeling, even a trigger sound like the breeze among the blooming flowers aid the memory and chances are you will be remembered because you can be unforgettable.

2024-11-15
And so they are, green…. for holding out is an inward strength that the outside shell could never comprehend… the young ‘uns have leg day, now I meet up with a regular cramp day, so there. 👍🏻

2024-11-14
(((John))) hey mate! Hopefully there is enough harbour at the bay, for if it were to dry out it would be a crater like the ones in the Moon.

2024-11-10
Brings to mind Sir William Wilberforce & Co. In Australia, federal legal action was taken in 1969. But we still have a long way to go. Your title is the titanium arrowhead!

2024-11-07
Yes, the view is quite bleak from almost every angle.

2024-11-06
A resounding take of autumnesque mirroring! Truly enjoyed as one that avoids the mirror at every chance.

2024-11-06
Should there be a sure warm place to go back to, the cold never bothers me anyway. I wonder if the fireworks and pyrotechnics feel the same, sitting there, frigid, and waiting to be lit.

2024-11-06
That’s the line right there: “Poets tire of verse at last”!

2024-11-06
Social impasse? Some people are like that, from observation. But what can we do but do what we feel is the right thing for the moment.

2024-11-06
Quite profound!

2024-11-03
Go Logan City lads!

2024-11-03
Ah, tres interresant!

2024-11-03
Existentially so! Nomads… belonging neither here nor there… brings me back to favoured themes when I was new to the block.