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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Claire H. Currier	Critique Date
Sam	Regis L Chapman	Your tribute to Sam reminds me of Mecho who left five years ago on a cold snowy night.......this cat would come to me in the morning light and put its paws on my face and if I was under the covers she would jump on the bed and nose her way in to make sure I was breathing.......this was a routine of hers every morning and to this day I miss her still. She was a tiger colored cat and I am afraid the Fisher cats got her in the woods of Tully.......Sam sounds wonderfully attentive, affectionate to say the least, nicely structured poem with good word flow allowing the reader to see and fee and hear the purring , loving sounds of Sam. Thanks for posting, I bet if Sam could read he would love it too. Be safe and God Bless, Claire Love the term heater fan for they certainly are warm in the winter months with all that extra fur.....my present cat, Snowball lives outside, a stray that wandered into the yard, still a loving cat once he got used to us.....my mom is 92 and the cat sits on her lap all the time she is on the deck reading her books, talking to each other they do......a nice picture to behold.	2004-01-12 09:15:43
Blazing Mustang	Robert L Tremblay	Bobbie T....as always your form of this poetry is outstanding and to sit back and take the complete image into view is breathtaking for I do love horses and to see this one standing with hooves raised as they are and feeling the pride this one has in its own breed.....superbly done. I have furthered enjoyed the nice rhyme you have placed with this one.....from beginning to end like the prairie dust that has appeared in images throughout, your words have brought forth images of the life these majestic horses lead and endure at the same time........and I who has not a liking for snakes can hear the rattle shake on the rattler mentioned within......shivers have run up the spine this morning my friend and still the beauty of it all has passed before me. Thank you for posting and sharing this with us.......I know you take time, energy and much love to create one of these creations and therefore be proud of your work ........Again, be safe my friend and may the Lord continue to bless your work. Claire	2004-01-12 08:36:15
Under my Mukluks	Mick Fraser	Hi Poet....perhaps you might want to take in the sides a bit of the structure to keep the words on the screen in sight of the reader so they won't have such a hard find reading this........other then that the word flow is really good, the images you project with the flare of your pen stand out and the thoughts of others out in the cold night air in those freezing temps brought to my own mind thoughts of last night when I was driving home with my husband from a dinner party.......I thought how horrible it must be to be a homeless person but how painfully horrid it must be to be out in tonights cold night air with tems well below zero and the wind chill even making it the more cold......I shivered and wanted to find some just to bring them home.....if I am reading you right I then enjoyed the reference to ice chunks and the melting of one's heart and soul from past experiences and the warmth which has been replaced by good friends..... The following sticks out for me........good show my friend..... If you were here sweetness I would show you my iceflows Frozen pieces of the past intermingled with renewed hope, chunks of me washed away Thank you for posting and sharing this with us....be safe and God Bless, Claire	2004-01-11 13:57:32
japanese verse 36 (Ku Klux Klan)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Once again you have created a superb Haiku within these lines.......5-7-5 .......so maky K words and using Known Killer Knights adds to the Ku Klux Klan image...... Two years ago for the first time in my life we travelled south and came across houses in the countryside that had three crosses standing in their front yard......fear filled my soul I must say and wondered if these things happened today as they did years ago....... Knights with Kerosene......what an image that brings forth.......not only that one might tend to go back in time and hear the screams and smell the burning flesh and the fear that was planted in so many people during that erra. Thanks for posting, sharing with us. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2004-01-11 00:17:13
A Life Sentence	Mell W. Morris	As caretaker for my 92 year old mother and 85 year old mother in law all I can say is WOW.......your words bring to life my childhood in a way I suppose....mom wsa never one to say I love you her words reflected a phrase of 'me too'....and to this day she does the same.......she was the one who handed out chores to be done before any fun could be had, she never read me a story, never told me I did fine, compared me to an older sister though who was so much brighter then I, prettier too.......did that matter so much to mom? I would hope not but even today she tells me how ugly I am....she goes against most everything I say or try to do for her but still I do......and when she wants to punish me she has her ways, even today.....so indeed your poetry has opened a wound and it shall never heal. Mom has made her final plans for resting with dad....she wants to be cremated or she did back when she made the plans........it made me very sad the day she called me to meet her at the funeral home along with my brother. She wanted us to know what she had done......I cried for hours after......even dead I could not understand the burning of her body......I thought she would be in so much pain...........I do love my mom you know....we only have one to love. During my lifetime I know she loved my sister more and brother as well.....but that was fine.....me, I just tried hard to win some of her love......as you know I have cared for mom here at home for close to three years now....and that began right after my open heart surgery......to this day mom won't tell me she loves me, she deliberately refuses to eat what I cook at times, my sister tells her its okay at her age she can do what she wants.....well, my sister does not live here 24/7 and has no right to say such things.........but for your poem my dear......it has opened memories of long ago presenting into the present.....if mom died and came back to haunt me well I would wonder if perhaps the Lord did not tell her she could not stay until she loved someone other then herself.... You are creating a monster in me my friend....... For those that care for parents into their nineties I pray they get some help along the way and take a break for themself for without one they just might see that face in the window reaching out from beyond....mom tells me she will never die for she does not want to.......I told her there is no fear in death, been there and it is a place of peace and beauty but I tend to find a difference here......you need to know and love God first and the rest will fall into place.....again this has been an interesting read which took hold of me from the first stanza and held me tight till closing......and as you can see my own mind has rambled on about life with mom and she will live to see her hundreth birthday for the party has already been planned. Thanks for posting and sharing, be safe and God Bless......I pray your mother did not treat you this way poet.....life should be shared, enjoyed and love should be a four letter word spoken easily and from the heart. God Bless, Claire	2004-01-11 00:11:25
The Card	Michael Bird	It certainly must have been a beautiful card to behold.....did you keep it once found? I like the structure of this piece, the word flow is superb as well allowing the reader to be there with you as you have read the card and found the meaning behind it.....can you imagine finding something so perfect and beautiful and sol old in age as well......must have been kept within a family for years and perhaps someone bought the old family home and all its contents and was cleaning out when the card was thrown into the dumpster......the second stanza with the angels reads perfect for those that believe in angels and life after death........nineteen years old so very young to leave this world.......you did a superb job creating this one Michael and if by chance you knew the family I am sure they would love a copy of this......Thank you for posting and sharing it with us. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2004-01-10 23:55:34
Love Me This Way	DeniMari Z.	Hello poet.....This one is a singer and should be put to music for as one reads you can hear the beat and the music in the background bringing it to life......nicely structured, great word flow, good rhyming too.... Love the opening stanza for you are telling the other person in your life you still want to me free to be who you are even though you are connected together in life......great start on a relationship.....love the line respect this love everyday don't let other things get in the way.......the meaning so open and yet so deep.....good job poet....over and over you have done a great job of allowing your feelings and emotions flow with this one and though it might have been created a few years back it is still solid from what I see and feel. Thank you for posting and sharing this with us.......I have no suggestions to offer for i feel it stands proud as it is....God Bless, Claire	2004-01-08 14:15:35
Green	siddharth Gopalakrishna	Well dear poet you have taken the word green and decorated it many ways......green grass certainly is the most pure form you have taken here and indeed it covers the earth where it has been planted or in many cases came to grow........the blue, green grass of home brings forth many wonderful images as does your opening stanza.... I am confused about the monster in the second stanza though perhaps you know more then I when it comes to the color green.......they were friends yet a monster green was leading them to hell.......indeed waiting eagerly for your reply and info on this one..... Now we find green the color of envy in stanza three....again, truer words need not be spoken for envy has destroyed many a relationship between not only lovers but family and friends.......and yes, some do feed the green 'goo'.....and to do so is horrible I will agree for it takes what is good in life and turns it around.... Perhaps you might want to tell us what you are forgiving within the closing stanza where green still is strong and part of the picture.... Interesting piece my friend and perhaps this is a first for your posting here on the link for I do not recognize your name......if you are new welcome......there is much food for thought within your lines. I look forward to more of your work. Be safe, thank you for posting and God Bless, Claire	2004-01-07 17:12:32
Goblet	C Arrownut	The word Goblet caught my attention and brought bak memories of something I heard in a movie once.....when a certain room in heaven was empty and the goblet drained then no new babies were born....I shall never forget that.....now your title has captured my attention and I did find the structure to be good holding the word flow and images as they were created from within the lines.....it is powerful indeed and alive with whatever you intended to present...and that most being the way society has ruined the true meaning of the hokiday and not just this one but all of them with their commercialism.......love the way the high heels and Nikes hit into your face and consciosness.....great visual.....You have created a piece which has so much happening at the same time and I certainly agree with the escape when it happened. Thanks for posting and sharing this with us, be safe, good luck in the contest for this should make the top listings. God Bless, Claire	2004-01-04 11:25:46
Mastering My Illusions	Michele Rae Mann	To read this one more then once, to feel the emotions pacted within, to hear and feel the rapid beat of your heart as your illussions tend to overtake you at any particular moment all of this brings back a time in my own personal life, fifteen years worth to be exact, of anxiety attacks......to what great strength they even put me paralyzed......and when they left it was just as quickly....no beat of the drum, just the quieting of my own heartbeat, no more freezing spells, shaking of my body without control...... fear, I wish I knew what it was that caused this to happen so I could never feel it again........when I had my fourteen heart attacks they reminded me of the panic attacks therefore I avoided seeking help.....if I did perhaps I would have caused me less pain in the end....but today, fourteen heart attacks later, open heart surgery , triple by pass and new aortic valve, I also have neuropathies in both legs getting worse day by day, cannot climb stairs any longer nor hills, I have two lung diseases which are terminal , I am losing my eyesight as well...............and the fear is gone......Praise God.....thanks for posting this most difficult piece to not only write but perhaps share as well though I am sure it is going to help others with the same feelings.....be safe, God Bless, Claire	2004-01-02 18:50:46
Rural Shindig	Jordan Brendez Bandojo	poet, this is a very busy poem with much activity taking place. Superb descriptors throughout: "like a lady in full sheen(nice simile), party reeked with lavish revel (assonance of "ee" and "e"),"sly spongers" dim-witted scare crows(reminds me of me), news ran like electric shock (good simile). Good structure with nice word flow bringing forth images as one reads on down. Sounds like one big shindig that was created and enjoyed by all...thanks for posting and sharing with us. Be safe enjoy this day for it closes out the old and rings in the new....Happy New Year....God Bless, Claire	2003-12-31 08:26:42
Tinkerbell was a Bitch	madge B zaiko	I'm not so sure Tinkerbell was a 'Bitch' in the true sense of the word but I must say this poem is packed with plenty of emotions which shine through most every line.....good structure, nice word flow, allows the reader to feel what they may throughout.......perhaps we are also dealing with a 'Love' gone sour due to circumstances beyond poor Tinkerbell's control......a bitch, never......we are finding pain and sorrow as well due to the 'walk over effect some men have on women they so enjoy controlling' Love, romance, family, friends, you were to have it all and then found it contained nothing you imagined........it was gone...... well poet there are so many different ways one may interpret the meaning of within these lines, and to each find that is good....just proves to me you did a great job.....I am sorry if this happened to you though, life should not find so many twists and turns without the 'love' as well. Thanks for posting, looking forward to your response so I will know how bad I crucified this piece.....but again poet its what I felt within my own heart at this time. Be safe, enjoy the remaining days of holidays and Happy New Year to you and yours, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-30 09:01:34
Boxes - revisited	Michele Rae Mann	in comparison it seems to be you have tightened the pull on this one poet......the meaning still remains true as the other though.......structured well, word flow allows each reader to take with what they want and go on.....perhaps to find a road that one might not have travelled at this time of life yet still there waiting to be.......life is filled with many road, much color if you want to take the time to paint it.....or remain dull and just continue on as you are.....I tend to find moer emptiness in your life at this time poet.....perhaps you should try to see things again and you will find your life is more filled then you think.....love the thought of 'are these just boxes or are they me"....we are what we want to be nothing more and nothing less this is what you create.....thanks for posting and sharing once again. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-29 17:12:12
The Stoop	Mell W. Morris	Wonders never cease my friend and this poem is simply beautiful in strucutre, word flow, feelings, images, and love......a lovely tale you speak of within each line.....involving all of one's senses invoking sights and smells as well. The title "The Stoop" fits this so very well and this reader is allowed the joy of seeing the mother and child sitting on the stoop overlooking the wonders of nature in both the atmosphere in which the night sky shines with spendor or stars and moon and the earth below which takes a peaceful rest come sunset......One finds a sense of peace within as the mother knows the word of God is felt there on the stoop as the earth will provide for all of their needs. Come morning light a new sense of adventure begins thus the hope lives on forever within their hearts.... Thanks for posting and sharing this with us..... Marmalade of gold with orange striations, fresh-snipped mint, crumbs from a mother's array of treats, and a child's sweet face. What a lovely opening stanza for this wonderful piece Thank you again for sharing this with us, be safe my friend and I look forward to more of your work. God Bless, Claire	2003-12-29 15:50:03
First, Last Kiss	Robert L Tremblay	As always poet you put so much of yourself within the work of your poetry.....and this one stands out among the best you have created with the flare of your pen and the midnight oil you have burnt......nice structure, one can see the young woman, her features created with love and the long flowing hair .......the words chosen bring forth the emotions felt within the structure of the lines.....enjoyed this, great read, thank you for posting and sharing this with us, be safe and God Bless. Claire Since that forlorn kiss, the void has grown large, To desiccate my soul of life’s discharge And wonder, I, what will become of me? Do you care? What am I to do, to be? how often do we feel such emotions? many times I am afraid......	2003-12-27 19:17:13
Me and I changed to You	Michele Rae Mann	when my oldest daughter was 16 she left me to live with her dad thinking life would be so much better.....she was wrong and regretted it badly......today she is a fine mother and has a l7 year old herself and I guess one could say they do not always see eye to eye on the same things.......today that daughter of mine treats me with more respect then back then but somehow I still think there is a bridge to cross for her love does not flow freely.....she has been hurt and holds her feelings deep within.....I have cried many nights over this girl, and in the years since she was 16.....I love her deeply as I do her brother and sister........I pray someday she can just let what past memories hold her stuck and go on......she is a beautiful woman and deserves some happiness in her life..... memories, pain, sorrow, and hope are all felt as I read your poem.,. associating with many parts of it.....I pray that someday your relationship with your daughter will take a better turn, that the love she does feel within her heart for you, her mother, will burst forth and envelope you in her arms.....till then remain true to yourself.....the pain you feel will go away someday.....the love you have given this girl from birth is nothing new to her......be safe my friend, thanks for posting and sharing with us....God Bless, Claire	2003-12-27 19:05:35
I and Me	Michele Rae Mann	Emotion packed poet.....the pain one feels when relationship goes bad......you and me......perhaps one might consider a lover or a husband but I find it more of a relationship between mother and daughter and one that is tearing you apart since there ae miles between you.....perhaps not physical miles but miles enough that you cannot bridge the differences and she is not even caring to try. The tears that one sheds in private for it is most often not allowed to let the child know they are breaking your heart still keeping her safe from emotions she is causing.....let her know, perhaps she will learn she is not the only one here.....you are real, you gave her life, you love and care for her........and what does she do in return? niely structured, good word flow, images come and go but its the emotions that are packed within. Thank you for posting and sharing this most difficult piece with us......I am sure it will touch the hearts of many who take the time to read and feel what is being said. Be safe my friend, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-27 18:49:54
ANGEL	housam majid jarrar	Angel, so like the title, structure is simple and true as are the words which ring with love and bring forth images as one reads on down the lines.....each stanza bringing more then the one before, offering you your own thoughts and ideas on what is right and wrong within your soul........I have angels which walk with me daily, I have one named Anna who has been with me since the day I was born and will someday return with me to the Father.........I have felt these presence in my life on many occassions and I pray you have too. Thank you for posting and sharing this with us, be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-27 18:42:45
An Old Man's Song On Christmas Eve	Rick Barnes	Richly done my friend, structured with the sound of angels singing the verses, words bring joy to one's heart as memories of long ago filter through my mind........I need not touch your hand to know you are still with me in my heart brings forth my dad who has been gone for forty years......he is ever present in my life......many will relate to this one in so many different ways but all with love, peace and joy in their heart......thank you for posting and sharing this very special piec ewith us......be safe in your ventures, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-27 17:31:06
japanese verse 35 (Manger)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Such a timely and prescious gift of your Haiku this morning as I opened my computer to find God's most prescious gift, indeed His only son, Jesus.....born in that manger so many many years ago, borrowed from the animals and wrapped in swadling clothes...and though His birth was so pure and humble He is the King of the world and if you watched the night sky you saw the brilliant star that shined that night, bringing the three wise men forth to give honor to the newborn King.......great form, nice piece my friend and indeed I hope your holiday was wonderful as well and filled with the Spirit of God......be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-26 06:59:37
Christmas in Texas	Mell W. Morris	Of course it is necessary for this is superb.....a catchy one that SINGS as you go along.....my niece and her family live in Houston, my nephew in Katy, I know the snow does not always fall but perahps I shall send you some this Christmas Eve........This is so delightful my friend, great structure, holds and brings you on the ride of a lifetime......enjoy the holiday yourself......may the Lord continue to bless you and yours this Holy Season with His gifts......God Bless and be safe, Claire	2003-12-22 06:55:39
MAN-HATER	April Rose Ochinang Claessens	Poet...such a tragedy you have created with the flare of your pen, so often you read about this in a newspaper or hear whispers about it when someone does not mention it aloud......tragedy, still the same. When a girl (young or older) has been assaulted they respond in many ways. Some may try to tell someone they trust who does not believe them and that is the worst thing that could happen .....others may find it their fault and grow promiscuous while others stay away later in life from men and sex. Your opening stanza has set the pace and tone for the entire poem and the structure is well put .....your word flow brings forth the images created with the flare of your pen along with the emotions set forth within the lines. The words you have chosen so well........loss of innocence, falling to the ground. A symbol of childhood that is lost and untold years of torment and memories. I pray the girl has found some help to ease her pain.....this might have been a most difficult piece to write and share with us but it might also have been a relief to be able to do it......Thanks for posting, there are many of us who can relate and share in this experience, perhaps not to this great extend but in some form. Be safe in yuor travels, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-22 06:50:52
Establishing Vocabulary	Mell W. Morris	Well my dear with blindness setting in rather quickly I spent much time in search of all these news words presented to me within the lines of this one.....nice job putting this together and I do envy your vocabulary. My own use of words has diminished since I no longer work outside the home, for I talk with no one other them mom most of the time and she does not hold much conversation with me these days. Still, I so long to read and respond to what I find here on the link and I look forward to your work so much. Thank you for posting, for sharing this with us and I do look forward to your next posting.....be safe my friend at this holiday season and may the Lord bless you and yours, Claire	2003-12-22 06:43:56
Saluting Robert Creeley	Mell W. Morris	Lovely tribute to the man you admire as a modern day poet Mell........I honestly have not read any of his work and to be honest my eyes do not allow me these days the privilege of doing so. They want to schedule surgery in January and I am not sure.........but what I have read above indeed tells me this man is worth reading so when I get my new eyes I will go in search. Nice structure, good word flow, never did I want to stop for as always your work is superb and I like the closing line referencing Noah's dove....... Thanks for posting and sharing with us. Be safe and God Bless you and yours this Holy Season. Claire	2003-12-22 06:25:25
The Blizzard (A Story Poem)	Drenda D. Cooper	Wow....deep and intense and so right on......a hunter in many cases will do exactly what is written above .....I know, I hunted when I was younger and married to Steve. Those cold, snow filled days I should have stayed in bed for those 'pushes' among the men were at times hard to take......nice structure, great word flow, images my dear you have put the reader in the middle of the scene and allowed him or her the pleasure of seeing the deer, watching the hunter pull back on his bow and arrow and hear the whisper ofwind as it sailed through the air at the doe.....white tail deer, beautiful alone in sight let alone in flight. How sad though to lose both to the atmosphere and so close together.........again, your story/poem is created and put forth in short book form as well so perhaps you might want to give that a thought too....pictures along with the story would present a 'watch out' to some hunters. I hunted with rifle and was shot at once by an inexperienced young man........he just wanted that dam deer......almost made me stay ome the next time out.......thanks for posting and sharing.....be safe, enjoy the holiday and if you are in a place where snow falls in great amounts then you must be in New England...hehehe....yesterday and today though rain is still in the forecast and most of the snow will just melt away. God Bless, Claire	2003-12-18 06:57:16
Poetry (in the Tradition of Science)	Jordan Brendez Bandojo	Interesting, brought forth a smile to my heart as you compare love to scientific things and greatly done as that. Good structure, nice word flow, reader is able to follow, see, feel and enjoy what you have set forth. Thanks for posting, sharing this with us.....especially enjoyed the closing stanza....Father's sperm cell converses with mother's egg cell.....Now I breathe and verse......superbly done. God Bless, Claire	2003-12-17 08:17:36
Looks on Life- The Story from Our Side.	Jennifer A Cox	Jennifer I have no clue as to what happened when you typed in the poem but to read it one (at least I have to) keep pushing the page to its limit for it appears to be all on one line which makes for a very difficult read. Therefore, I might suggest a different structure of this piece for the read is certainly worth the read. The words you have chosen are filled with many emotions, feelings, love and respect for your mom....I hope she is still alive to read this and to share its love with you for you certainly loved your mom. My mom is 92, lives with us here in Tully and has for some time now. She is 24/7 care and at times its like raising a child all over again but still worth the effort and love and keeping her out of those nasty nursing homes where she does not want to ever have to go is my major goal. A mother's love certainly never dies even if she has.....she is with you always. Thanks for posting, for sharing this with us......I am sorry that yor mom lived with a horrible human being. At least she did not stop loving or caring for you because of him.......she took what she had to in order to make you whole and indeed she certainly succeeded. Be safe my friend, looking forward to more of your work and I am sure you have many stories about mom that might appear. God Bless, Claire	2003-12-17 08:13:53
POP	Robert L Tremblay	You certainly are a man of much talent my friend......one who is not afraid to put forth something for the world th share. I appreciate the posting of this piece, I appreciate the explanations which follow. One can learn so much if they pay attention to what you post. Again, thank you for sharing, be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-17 07:01:43
Boxes	Michele Rae Mann	Good morning poet: Seems to me this is the first time I have read your work so I welcome you to the link. Good structure along with word flow . Seems to me you are speaking of life and using the boxes in exchange. Good work...... and we all know life can be empty of many things till we make something of it. I appreciate your posting, for sharing this with us. Look forward to more of your work. Be safe, please know I am one of those critiquers that speak from their heart and have no knowledge like others that would be able to tear anything apart and help rebuild. I think this one is fine and stands on its own merit. God Bless, Claire	2003-12-17 06:56:12
The Murder of Emily Dickenson	C Arrownut	Poet this one has many emotions being sent forth along with images .........pain, sorrow and perhaps freedom of some sort.....I am not sure on that though but I tend to think if someone committed suicide the pain was too much to bear...structured well, again the word flow allowed for the reader to just go along with the feelings and images as they became reality and brought you there. In closing it seems that being allowed to put your feelings on paper has helped you or the person to recover from the pain felt within these lines. Eager to feel your response so I will know what I missed. Thanks for posting, it was a good read, intense and so filled. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-17 06:51:57
No Use Trying to Forget	madge B zaiko	Poet, to me you are new so welcome to the link.........I critique from my heart and will tell you what I feel within your lines.....I am not gifted like others to help you do better though I wish at times I could. Enjoyed the structure of this poem, the word flow, the images brought forth from my own memories and present day life......and the repeating of Old wounds break open indeed adds to this along with no use trying to forget.... I was married for 17 years and presently divorced from this man a bit longer then we were married. He still calls me with his problems no matter what they are, he asks to borrow money, he cries on my shoulder and tells me he made a mistake in divorcing me.....that he will always love me.....talk about old wounds breaking open......each and every time for I did not want that divorce and loved the man deeply. Why some guys are the way they are I shall not understand. Thus your poem brings forth not only images of the past but the present as well and the pain associated with it. Thanks for sharing, perhaps someday these old wounds will not hurt so much. Be safe my friend, looking forward to more of your work. God Bless, Claire	2003-12-16 21:39:24
Caroling	marilyn terwilleger	Beautifully executed, the structure sings along with the carolers as each song is presented forth.......you have described within the lines what the girls are doing and that is presenting the Christmas joy to those they touch along the way.....and bless the Widow Chrisman with her dolls and parrot along with juice and cookies......a former brownie, girl scout and then leader I appreciate the honor you are bestowing upon the girls for it is usually their joy to present such joy at this time of the year. Amber, age six, and first year brownie went caroling the other night........I have yet to hear how she made out... We do not have such doings here in Tully though the nursing homes are usually filled with carolers this time of the year. Actually, after spending time with my mother in law today they have a program in which the residents volunteer to either be Santa or Mrs. Clause and the children are allowed to call and speak with them during the day and early evening.....my mother in law volunteered quite a few times and I bet she does it very well......she has a twinkle in her eye that was shining bright as she spoke. Thanks for the memories you brought forth, as always it is a pleasure to find your work. Enjoy the holiday and be safe.......I believe I am working on a poem in my broken heart at the moment for today after returning from respite time I found four hundred dollars of my Christmas money gone.........it was there when I left.....I don't know why anyone would do that to me for I am always giving to everyone........indeed I am cancelling the joy of Christmas in my heart and I know no one will return that money to me.....there were two people here when I left........sad, very very sad................ Take care, be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-16 17:39:56
cleansing	Sandra J Kelley	Good morning poet......Very seldom do I make suggestions but I think this one needs a bit of tightening at the seams...... She stands near a barrel, the wind touching her hair. Sparks rise in front of her as she feeds the pages, one by one into the flames. Sacred, like a ritual of cleansing she begins at dusk. I am sure you, as the author, know what you are saying to us within the lines it was just a thought. My Godmother kept diaries....her entire life.....seems like she started when she was very young and not just one.....dozens.......and then comes the day she sits, reads, and shreds.......she might call you and say....remember when and then goes into great detail about this or that in your own life but before you might say please let me have it its gone...... Seems to me the person thought of in the lines within your poem is very sad with so much of her life otherwise she would not be burning her pages now.......perhaps she is going through a divorce or the parting of a relationship........does not matter for you did allow for many emotions to be felt.....along with images. Thanks for posting, be safe and a happy holiday to you and yours, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-16 06:38:02
Ice Daggers	marilyn terwilleger	Seems like you are describing the activity going on the porch as I type....the snow is melting, the water seems to be dripping though icicles formed during the night and the earth below is the recipient of the goodness of nature.....nice picture.........good structure with the 5-7-5 flow to it.......nature is the theme which is what most Haiku's are all about.....I am glad Erzahl was there for you it seems he is a master as these and is able to help many of us.......a gift from God perhaps ........thanks for posting and sharing this and I look forward to more of your Haiku's my friend......not easy to create one...bravo for you. Be safe, enjoy the holiday and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-15 13:11:48
Snow * Revised into Rondolets*	Drenda D. Cooper	Again, I do not understand form of this kind of poetry but I certainly do appreciate the structure, word flow and beauty you present with the flair of your pen.....the images in both stanzas are superb and I remember enjoying the original as well.......the winter scene as presented brings forth many images and the setting sun further allows for the fragile flakes to continue with their magical dance.......we enjoyed the beauty of a winter storm yesterday and into this morning but the snowfall was not as great as anticipated....for this I am grateful.....the winds blew the flakes in many directions for it certainly was what we New Englanders call a Northeaster.......and today the winds continue to blow but the sun is shining and some of the snow is melting as I type.......thanks for posting and sharing this with us....a superb job my friend and I look forward to more.....be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-15 13:06:19
japanese verse 34 (Stargazer)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Wow...look at all yor 's' words within these three little lines..... Stargazer.....how well I know these three wise men who followed the Bethlehem Star and the wonders they found along their walk that most starlit night.... I just borrowed my grandson's telescope so I could look at the stars at night, I live in an open area with a field across from the house but it also appears if I am on the deck (and I am eager for warmer weather to return) the sky above is filled with thousands of bright, beautiful stars which seem to give off colors at certain points and times.......would it not be wonderful to follow the Star that brought forth such Light to this world of ours? As always my friend you are so true to form, the words dance as one follows them along. Can you see the three wise men standing, searching the night sky and all of a sudden find this big star twinkling back at them? Indeed a creation well formed .....thanks for posting, it certainly is a good time of the year to share this with us my friend and I would send you a dash of snow if I could.........the Phillipines are much too warm though it would melt in transit......be safe, happy holidays to you and yours and may the love of God shine upon you always....God Bless, Claire	2003-12-13 09:20:25
As to the Site of the Preservation of Memories	Thomas Edward Wright	Thomas what can one say....I am so very sorry for the loss of your mother........and the pain felt within these lines is heart wrenching......very well constructed and word flow brings forth the pain and suffering not only felt by others but perhaps endured by mom as well even with her wanting to make things easier on dad.....her love remained true to the end to all of you, and that is something one should hold onto forever....now you have your own guardian angel with a name you well know, with a heart you feel within your own, and never fear she is always near. Thank you for posting this most difficult piece to write and share.......the pain we feel is often held tight within causing us more then the original pain. You will now be free to share this with others, helping them ease their pain as well. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-11 16:52:34
A Failure To	Thomas Edward Wright	So many deep, intense poems I have come across today my friend and this one certainly fits that ........ Good structure, allowing the reader not to drift off but to remain true to the read. This read brings forth a man I shall name, Billy......he has been in jail for most of the past eight years yet never came to trial since he plays the system and is always found incompetent.....intent to murder, assault and battery, uses his hands well, victims always end up in hospital so very near death.......last time he was released he went to his homeless place, found his stash of alcohol and shared it with a friend whom he murdered later that night.....again, he sits in jail awaiting a trial that will never come.....how sad the system fails over and over again. The man died, blood covered his head and Billy's clothes but the weapon most used was his very strong hands due to the alcohol and drugs consumed that night.......images, indeed your piece has brought forth much. So many times over and over this happens.........thanks for posting and sharing, be safe and God Bless, Claire Sorry if I ran off the wrong path but indeed you created and I felt.....	2003-12-11 16:46:49
Life at ThePoeticLink	Jordan Brendez Bandojo	Nice tribute to not only the poetic link but to the many people you have met here in your v0isits. When I first joined I was writing but of late I only critique.......I miss the words on paper that I once shared but I so enjoy reading and responding to all of the work presented here for review and pleasure.......nice style to this one my friend, words bring forth images as one reads on and one associates with the read as well.........we all started someplace I guess and this link is just about the best to stay and enjoy. Thanks for posting, sharing, and caring. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-11 16:01:08
Snow ( A Rondolet )	Drenda D. Cooper	No matter how I try to learn what a rhondolet is my friend my cardiovascular problems will not allow my brain to let it all sink in so please forgive me if I am lacking here......I must tell you here in New England I have seen snow, too much at times, when a child I played in drifts ten feet high from just one snowfall.....wonderful it was, tunnels were made and we travelled within them from one place to the next but had to be careful just in case.........your structure looks just fine to me, your word flow brings forth the light snowfall in the beginning and adding to it is the furry of a great northeaster.........those north winds certainly do howl and your presentation allows this reader to see and feel it all. love the ending also in which the snow flakes dance in closing within the sun's rays.......thanks for posting and sharing this with us.....you did a superb job for your first attempt....looking forward to more of the same. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-11 08:50:37
Awaken	marilyn terwilleger	Wow.....I love this.......structured to hold ones attention and in the end craving more.....nicely done my friend......and to think you were told over thirty years ago you had a fatal disease and such a short time to live.....the spirit of the mind is a wonderful thing indeed, the spirit of your soul will keep you whole......perhaps it might have been a preminition way back then my friend and though you did not share if you knew this person reaching out for you though I assume since it brought pleasure at first you indeed know him.......and the coldness of death as he touched your hand and the warmth of your heart as you pulled back.....oh this is superb.......death is not cold and frightening but warm and inviting....like the joining of two souls that have been apart for centuries and the best is the Lord is there to hold your hand....warm, loving, inviting, nothing fearful just peace, love and joy in His light..... Thanks for posting and sharing this with us......looking forward to perhaps a sequel as to how your journey outlived your disease. Be safe my friend, enjoy the preparation of the upcoming holiday. God Bless, Claire	2003-12-09 09:05:03
japanese verse 33 (Snow Capes)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	nice term....marshmallow pillows my friend.......certainly true to form, your words bring forth the storm from the northeast which we had last night in New England......the winds howling at over sixty five miles per hour, the snow falling from the gray sky over head, the dancing of the birds from limb to limb in search of their hiding spot for the day and the poor cat, Snowball , being pure white with one blue and one yellow eye......begging to be let in.......the dogs are nestled within each of their houses and still the snow flies..... love the images your piece brings forth......adding that to the snow on the ground, well I would venture to say......enough for one day and carry on........ As you already pointed out marshmallow pillows is a wonderful metaphor for the snow clouds overhead........it is amazing how snow clouds come in different colors though.....we have the white fluffy kind which means a nice dusting perhaps, the dark gray that you know the shoverl best be ready for and the hit and miss kind that justfloat by during the day yet nestle in for evening fun........all in all winter can be fun. for those that enjoy skeiing I am sure the slopes are ready today for a ride down....grandson like sto snowboard and he is off to the mountain himself......thanks for posting my friend, for sharing your creative love of nature....be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-07 11:00:55
Cats In Cardboard Boxes	Annette L Cowling	Annette there are so many words that you use here that amaze me.....the visions that surround them are enlightening as well..... you are the sandbar that connects This human island to the last mile of reality. Rich, indeed very rich...... The second stanza brings forth so many images of the man working ever so hard over what he is presently doing, the quietness of the house, not even the cats are making noise for fear to disturb him in his work.... reclusive cocoon .....what an aged way of stating this.....love the cocoon effect as well..... again in the third stanza your words are wonderfully expansive and bring forth so many wonderful images......fudge together like a stirring of thepot when all comes to boil and the world is just fine.... I believe the lady has fallen into love with this mystical person who sits by his lamplight each night as the cats sit in the box......and where you left off perhaps you might begin again with yet another portion of this tale........something to look forward to and appreciate....thanks for posting, be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-06 17:59:59
What you gave up and Desire (two poems)	Kimberly A Butterworth	nice thoughts in the second poem my friend......what we desire may not always be what God has in store and that is sometimes a hard lesson to be learnt...... at first the opening poem reminded me of me.....yet, I stop to ask myself what have I gained from giving up a portion of my life to care for my mom and mother in law? Well, it is a heart warming gift of love.....and yes, there are days when one wants to run, hide, scream for at 92 my own mom can be hard to handle but then there are days when she smiles with those blue eyes of hers and I see the reflection of love there within her heart....very seldom when I was growing up did my mom ever tell me how much or if she even loved me....my dad did , all the time......and he died at age 54......miss him even today but I can still see his warm smile........my mom used to say "Me too" when you told her that you loved her.....it was a joke, she played it......things do change for the better for when I started to care for mom she was at death's door.......she responded to my care, it made a difference.....liked the way you structured your two poems though....hand in hand they do go together......I wonder how many others you have touched more then you know......thanks for posting and sharing with us....be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-12-06 17:47:58
Border Clash	Thomas Edward Wright	Perhaps it was not your intention my friend to take one back in time to a place where the fields grew tall and men hid within ready and waiting with armed rifles to take a life or two..........onweard we marched through those open and conceled fields.......not knowing where a mine might be planted and perhaps by poor chance one of your friends or fellow serviceman might step and ignite....blowing not only him but others along.....blood...indeed there was much in such a place.....memories, too many, the blood does dry on the land and open fields, the wild turkeys return for another season, the snow falls gently upon our land and yet the memories are there....always there within the lining of ones heart.....to live through such an ordeal and to know what actually happened then and what is happening now........memories.......good structure, kept my attention throughout....again, I am not certain where you might have been going my friend but this is where you brought me.......from the snow covered mountain of Tully to the heat and devastation of perhaps VietNam for that is the one war that shall always remain within my heart for I lost many friends there in those open fields that craved to be home with loved ones and to feel the snow against their cheeks as it fell from a sky that was free........thanks for the post, to me it was a great read...be safe my friend, God Bless, Claire love the term pregnant with her first snow.....would love to see Iowa someday too......	2003-12-03 07:54:16
Birth Right	Ken Dauth	heroism, allegiance, partriotism, valor and dignity Your words bring me back in time to when my grandfather faught in the Spanish American War.....I remember well the photo's shown of the young men, the flags caught as they waved in the breeze, the bugler with his bugle at his lips ready to sound the call, the horses ready to mount, the young men with fear perhaps in their hearts along with the pride as they rode off to fight the enemy.......young, indeed they were then and we are still today, the fight remains the same, the call of men and women to patriotism remains as it has been since the beginning of time.....Birth Right is a really good title for this poem for it speaks about young people designated to be warriors and defenders to their country. Your structure is good and your word flow allows for images to be projected throughout the piece..... "We carried the sword of a father’s will". "Straight and proud, we were so young." reminds me of responsibility as a youth towards a country one loves so very much......."Tell the tale and wave the flag, While we were so very young." The above lines have stood out to me among the rest.....thank you for sharing this with us, be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-12-03 05:22:37
Watermarks	Mell W. Morris	Printing might be his life but not one that he earned but those before him earned......he is just there and he does not get ink on his hands like his perhaps grandfather did or better yet.....his great grandfather who was in it up to his elbows.....of course, he carried the family name and perhaps was named after the grandfather's and was either a first, second third, or fourth generation thus his initials are in the watermark of this paper that he is so dam proud of......He further loves to walk the windy city of Chicago as well as sit behind his desk all day doing nothing for in his inheritance he needs not do a thing for its all been done before him.....His hands remain clean, there is no ink smudges on his fine shirts for he touches not a thing......life has dealt him one of those silver spooms and he has used it well....he has not married, he remains aloof in that manner though he has many a girl chasing him in the past and a few at present who wold love to hold his clean hand.......filthy rich clean hand.....there is a mystery here mel my friend that I have not even come close to......love the read, love the mystery, structured well, know not of the challenge for the forum I do not always venture to, great word flow, not only images are brought forth but feelings as well.....you are allowing the reader to take this and run with it and find what they might.....thanks for posting, be safe, good luck with the contest......a winner for certain. God Bless, Claire	2003-12-01 07:50:07
This Last Christmas	Paul R Lindenmeyer	In the last stanza try taking out 'a' for an easier read......just a suggestion for you have more then one court document mentioned...... This piece is heart breaking especially during this holiday season.....my own daughter filed the daybefore Thanksgiving, her husband was served the day after and he is devastated that she did such a thing though he moved out, got himself another apartment and is living with a woman thirteen years his junior with a small child.......If this is personal poet I am so very sorry for the pain you are feeling and the loss is so evident within the lines......your words will touch the hearts and souls of many, some in this same situation, others perhaps contemplating.......the pain, the emptiness, the loss, is it necessary if talking could make it all right? Your words brought forth images of the young couple in love, the first home, the first Christmas shared with their first child........so many memories within....thanks for posting, I shall hold you in my prayers be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-11-30 18:17:34
japanese verse 32 (Chess)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Good Morning my friend.....I hope this Sunday morning finds you safe and well......I am not into chess though I do have a son that tought his little girl to play from the time she could sit and watch him move his knights.....interesting thoughts.....true to form 5-7-5......since I know little of who does what I assume the Queen is defending her King in the above situation? I guess as with life when you love your mate you defend to the death...hehehe.....kinda romantic I am this morning......have to go feed the animals though the dogs are barking the cats meowing and the ckickens well then are a clucking.....roosters they never be quiet....you have a great day and be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-11-30 08:42:20
Missing	marilyn terwilleger	Death has a way of stealing our hearts and for some unknown reason when you have loved the best you do not fill that void left when he or she departs.......Holidays are for most a time of the year when family shared the traditional family dinners, gift giving, hugs , kisses and the best part of being together.....when your life's partner is no longer here to share those times with you indeed the pain comes to full surface view........ You list so many times of the year when you miss your dear husband, your irthday, holidays, Sunday or Friday......memories bring him to life whenever you want him to be there with you.....take those early morning walks holding hands you strolled through the woods, stopping now and then to perhaps gaze into each others eyes, a hug, a smile, a gentle kiss,..all present in that early morning walk and now, only a memory.....still my friend, those memories are there to hold onto, to cherish, to bring to life when and only when you want them.....so this Thanksgiving Day, when your heart yearns to be with that man of yours, take a walk outside before any guests arrive or if you are invited out, before you have to leave home, don't be afraid to talk with him either for he will be there by your side, he will allow you to feel his presence in the form he presently is and your heart will warmth knowing he is there with you......God is love, His love is the entension you will feel when you feel the presence of your husband for he too is in heaven watching over you.....he feels your pain, your sorrow and your tears as they fall and I know in my heart he wants you to put the pain, sorrow and tears aside......he does not want you to ever forget him for you shared a most beautiful love.......and you know at times it might not have been smooth sailing though you always weathered those storms and saw the sunlight fade as it set in the evening sun....... I felt your pain my friend as I read your lines.....I thought you structured it well, your words did rhyme and bring forth images that have created in my heart the above gift to you.........life is a gift, death is a journey we travel by ourself........but they do go together in keeping your spirits alive, together, for eternity. Be safe, thank you for posting and sharing your emotions with us......you are in my prayers and I look forward to more of your work.....God Bless, Claire	2003-11-26 16:21:24
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