| echo of longing
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2026-07-07
Oh, "even the moon asking ...
where's its other half ..."
is heart-breaking.
Such sweet/sad lines, salem~~~
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| You and the stars
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2026-07-06
It is beautiful, as Melinda said. This stanza seemed to capture the essence of your lovely poem:
And when the world feels cold and lost,
When shadows hide the road ahead,
You become my guiding heaven,
A constellation where I'm led.
~
Thank you for sharing,
jim
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| A Poem Written After Filtering My Facebook Friend List
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2026-07-06
I had a persistent, intrusive, thought as I read:
Milton.
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| THE RED TEMPTRESS
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2026-07-06
If yours is vin rouge, and Melinda's is bourbon, what is mine?
Lemonade? Kefir? Cold water?
Don't know!
Great poem, Allen.
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| 250 Candles
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2026-07-04
You have a gift, and you use it very well.
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| see the need
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2026-07-04
I find this profound, the way you touch on aloneness (not lonely), and solitude, and choice. Whoever walks the beach alone asks to be joined or not to be joined. I think you state it perfectly:
It is to stay a stranger to the feast,
starving politely on the porch of human grace.
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| Philippe and His Epiphany
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2026-07-04
Perhaps only the songbird and orchid know.
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| deign to entertain
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2026-07-03
Dark Shadows,
beautiful writing.
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| what I was told was not
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2026-07-03
As did I. This rings true. Still walking differently. Not necessarily thrilled about it.
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| eternal love
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2026-07-02
This is so lovely, thank you for posting, it made my morning sweet and light.
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| colour-flavour blitz
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2026-07-02
I'd like to open a franchise in the U.S.
Very clever, and dare I say sweet, poem!
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| Gone
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2026-07-01
Thank you so much for sharing this, I share Melinda's sentiments. It's beautiful.
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| Visitors
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2026-07-01
Melinda, I've been thinking of an appropriate comment, having a hard finding the words. I'm thinking: it's elegant, it's finely crafted, it's unique, it's meaningful, it's rich in personality, it's vivid, it's bittersweet, it's important. It is a very, very good poem.
I can't think of a more concise comment, so I'll leave at.
jim
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| Constrained
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2026-06-28
If my mother had a favorite Beatle she didn't mention it. She lived a life much as you describe, but I wouldn't call it constrained, I say it was her destiny, given her background and expectations.
My father, on the hand, was the one who constrained, constrained by his family and responsibilities and the expectations placed on him.
The trad wife trend, I don't know what to make of it. It certainly is limiting. A woman living under such a judgmental and patriarchal situation—I guess it works for some.
Your poem certainly touched a chord with me.
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| Strength in the Standing
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2026-06-26
This is heartening.
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| A Drive Home
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2026-06-25
You have my unqualified sympathy and empathy. Somehow, life has gotten too hard. You write so well of the pain, and the patience, the expectations and feelings of resignation. Having partner may not assuage all the hardship, but it certainly helps.
I'm left feeling very thoughtful about this poem, it is very real.
jim
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| TRAITS I DO NOT WANT
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2026-06-24
I'm touched by this, and, of course thinking of my parents and their influences, and what I see of them in myself. It's inevitable, and it isn't always what we would choose to see in the mirror.
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| disinhibition
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2026-06-23
I begin to see it.
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| disinhibition
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2026-06-23
Beautifully crafted, and I know Pessoa as I am reading him now. I think I am missing the other references but the whole resonates. It's a rich poem and I will give it more time.
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| bookends of his frame
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2026-06-23
I hardly know what to say, this is so fine, so elegantly moving.
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| Monster
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2026-06-22
I'm fairly sure that if this poem were submitted by Anonymous, I would recognize it as yours. You have a unique voice, and lord knows you have the skill.
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| True pertecters
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2026-06-22
This is so sweet!
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| The Final Voyage
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2026-06-22
This is bittersweetly profound. As Allen said, rich with wisdom, and evidence of a life being well lived.
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| SEARCHING FOR LUDO
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2026-06-21
I've read this several times, each with a tug at my heart for your loss and memories, and for ours, we've had so many pets over the decades, and every loss was hard, but that's part of the process. Letting go.
jim
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| Ouroboros
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2026-06-19
Kudos, and thanks for the ride. I've been transported.
There's a book you might like with this theme, "The Heart," Maylis de Kerangal.
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| Fear: Cloudburst
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2026-06-17
Spot on, I share your sentiments. Tension mounts, nerves taut, what awaits? Fear is real.
Your poem says it all, in an unambiguous and very human way.
A storm approaches as I write this.
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| THEIR PATIENCE IS AMAZING
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2026-06-15
Allen, this is an amazing recounting of something real, yet from a dream!? Absolutely vivid.
Sigfried Sasson and Randall Jarrell and Stephen Crane come to mind, writers who were able, like you, to put their vision into words.
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| Strategic Reserve
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2026-06-15
A living nightmare of a human.
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| Too Many Forty-Sevens
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2026-06-15
My wife and I had a very similar first date, country roads, aimless, a bridge and river, a cafe, she ordered coffee, I had a hamburger—thank you for the memory jog!
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| The Unmagnificent Lives of Adult Men
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2026-06-12
Age happens. Watch out.
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| Land Of Blue Smoke
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2026-06-12
When I was very young my family took a trip to the "Smokies." Coming from the flatland of Illinois, seeing mountains for the first time, was an awakening.
Such a beautiful poem.
jim
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| Superlative, What?
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2026-06-12
To write such a carefully constructed poem that flows this naturally, is so cinematic, and such a pleasure to read, takes . . . persistence!
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| Superlative
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2026-06-12
Your poems exhibit such honesty—this one, and all your poems. I mean this as a compliment, it's rare to read such direct thought-to-words poems, it's makes the reading very personal, very real.
I'm not saying this very well! I like your style!
jim
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| A Sad Rival-less Poet's Balladry
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2026-06-11
No doubt it's lonely at the top.
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| Sparkling morning dew
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2026-06-10
The poetry and the quote both resonated.
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| Mother
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2026-06-10
Ah, you touched my heart with this. Each stanza a unique side of this all-encompassing woman.
jim
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| In Search Of Light…
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2026-06-10
I love this poem of searching and questioning ~~~
I love your use of language and context,
jim
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| Don'tkey!
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2026-06-10
This is delightful. It brings a freshness to the poetbay site.
Welcome!
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| Untitled - Tanka
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2026-06-10
"Fat rats in the dark"
Brilliant.
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| Untitled - Haiku
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2026-06-10
I agree with Sameen, this feels very natural.
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| Present Bound - A Sonnet
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2026-06-10
This touched me, it's truly beautiful.
jim
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| before my time
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2026-06-10
I identify strongly with this poem. It's more than memories evoked, it conjures the intangibles that connected the house and myself as a kid.
I haven't thought theses thoughts for a long time.
I also like the symmetry of the 4-3-4 stanzas.
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| The Tyger
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2026-06-09
I imagine the tyger saw you . . .
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| Dutch revisions
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2026-06-09
I enjoyed this very much.
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| I’m Thinking of Ending Things
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2026-06-09
Imagine a time before paper and writing tools, your poetry would have been sung, and remembered, and passed from one to another, a living form of poetry, unlike our databased unsung songs.
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| Tongue Twisters
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2026-06-09
Sage words, wrought from experience?
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| Crocodile Tears
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2026-06-09
You're talking about two different things: cruelty and conscience. You're not responsible for the shop's owner's cruelty. Were the goat lovingly tended until the axe dropped, it would be a very different poem. Then it would become a poem of conscience.
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| Folding Clothes
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2026-06-09
The first two stanzas describe my life at this moment. The latter lines give me hope.
Maybe I need a little Billie Jean in my life.
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| Human Beings
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2026-06-03
You write with the certainty that comes from experience.
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| Sing a song
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2026-06-02
My music partner and I sing this song (soulfully, heartfelt) ~~~
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