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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Claire H. Currier	Critique Date
A Thousand Vacant Bodies	Eddie S. Iris	Poet: First of all, welcome to TPL....this piece is gut wrenching to say the least.... It asks so many questions for which we have no answers......Your opening lines concerning the stars "they were sick, they left us too." Why after a million or so years of appearing nightly in the sky would they want to leave us? Suicide is also described in many different ways "Pull that trigger...tighten that noose...swallow the whole bottle... douse yourself in karosene and light that...match" all very effective ways to do yourself in. All very sad thoughts for one to think about as well. "why do you hand out guns?" God only knows why. The world is a frightening place and we read of tragedy on a daily basis of one kind or another......Just the other day there were shootings in the school again and two students died at the hands of a friend......sadness which shall hold forever within the lives of the families, friends and even the young man that pulled the trigger...... This poem is well written and well structured with good word flow allowing the reader to feel, see, her, and become a part of the emotions contained within. It seeks answers to many questions which never get answered as well. Thanks for posting and sharing this with us. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-19 17:49:07
Kite	Jordan Brendez Bandojo	Hi Poet: Perfect haiku 5-7-5 and filled with many wonderful images of the kite as it soars hight into the sky with the winds tugging and pulling as it goes...."Zephyr"..great choice of word my friend....we just had wind storm last week with gusts over sixty miles per hour and you had best held on or off you were to land wherever......the wind never does the same thing twice it just takes and goes as it wants.....twisting and turning as a skater would do once in flight...."Doughty" synnonym for brave or bold and so aptly describes someone who dares to soar with their kite in flight......like someone with the greatest imagination you could hold onto for when it lifts off the ground you go with it and there you are flying above looking down upon the earth and all that is there........wow.....would I love to do that too.... Thanks for posting, for allowing this reader the joy of seeing and feeling the emotions within the lines. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-19 17:41:41
Two Diamantes	Joanne M Uppendahl	There is so much to learn about styles, forms, and poetry thus this is another form I have never seen and from what I read you have captured it ever so well......the words used and chosen so well bring foth the images you are projecting along with the proper form. Thank you for posting and sharing this with us and for the time it must have taken to create such a piece and twice at that. My congratulations on a jos well done. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-10-17 08:39:28
My Muse	Donna L. Dean	Poet your muse has a great sense of humor and loves to tease you with it according to the read....nice structure, great word flow, images jump up and take hold as the reader follows down each stanza......been there, done that, one night driving home in the dark it seems my must lit up the dark night sky and gave me a vision which caused me to pull over to the side of the road....no matter how hard I looked for paper and pen it was not to be found......tears actually fell from my eyes......the words were so beautiful and heartwarming.....Please God let me remember them I am almost home....I said thos over and over again...........in time the image and the words vanished and I was home.....but I did not write one word.....the next morning though the most beautiful poem sat on my kitchen table and it was one of those nights when I was forced to rise from the bed....you know those nights as well my dear friend......and from that writing came....No Greater Love Then He Who Is........it was an Easter poem and He really wanted it written I guess ....... Your words bring forth smiles, good thoughts, perhaps a time of rejoicing in the written word as well as the thoughts per the MUSE that you have come to know and love....and yes, it could be a man, woman, child, old, young, even a puppy dog, cat, bird, mother nature, water flowing down streem or upstreem if allowed to travel that way or a bees nest as it hangs in your tree outside the glider window.......and to think we do not venture off on a limb....well, that would be horrible to shake that branch as long as the nest is filled......hehehe..... Thanks for posting and sharing this with us....enjoyed is very very much and plan on sharing it with a few friends. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-14 22:29:38
Eight Dollar Dumb Dad	Paul R Lindenmeyer	Great tale poet and one that you can be proud of for I can honestly see your son buying lunch for the kid that had none......are we not all guilty of handing out money to our children and even when full grown it seems the pattern was set and continues to flourish......at present I take my oldest daughter to lunch once a week......I should say we go to lunch once a week and it seems mom always pays the tab........but that's okay since the company is good and I love her dearly.....Love those smiles our kids give us and the best are when nothing is exchanged.....the other day I got an e-mail from my youngest and it began Hi mom......I wrote back and told her I just love it when she starts her e-mail with Hi mom.....brings joy to my heart so respond she did with Hi mom and since you like it I shall say it one more time....HI MOM...... Your poem brings back memories of younger days when times were hard on parents, only dad worked and income was not great.......I used to babysit and gave my younger brother spending money so he would not go and ask our dad for any......don't know if he did or didn't but I felt good about helping my dad......he died too young he did....forty years ago now......wish he was here to give back a few dollars, but better yet a smile and hug as stated would be just fine.... Thanks for sharing this with us, a great piece to share with others, hoping it makes the winner list as well for it has brought joy to my heart.....nice structure, good word flow and images that take hold, carress your soul. Thanks for posting and sharing this with us and enjoy those morning rides to and from school with your children. God Bless, be safe, Claire	2003-10-14 22:21:45
I Ought to Autumn	Donna L. Dean	Hi Donna: Perhaps it is time for you to take that chance and begin again to live life sharing with someone other then yourself, take those leaves that you have painted brown and golden and bring them to life with those lovely shades of burnt orange which is so bright this week and add the traditional New England Red along side......now those two colors together will certainly give you jest.......to begin again by accepting his invitation to go out, let your defenses down for whatever readon they might have been up and just enjoy the moment. Your opening stanza to me represents the months already passed, Spring, Summer and now here we are into Fall of the year waiting for Winter to begin.......enjoyed the way you did created that beginning though...... It has been many years since a flame. The horizon of lavender and yellow streaks the sky with new possibilities to ignite Again, your words bring forth images of not only you but someone you know....waiting for you to allow him to join you....it has been many years since a flame......and the lavender and yelow streaks in the sky's horizon should indicate to you there is peace within so relax and let it happen..... Stop trying to convince yourself this is okay to do....you wrote it.....now do it.....take that chance and you will not be sorry.......It seems to me that your past memories have been good, deep and fulfilling.....perhaps it is not time to let them go but to put them aside and yes, allow another in to make new memories where only the two of you may go. Enjoyed the read, it was structured well, word flow allowing this reader to run with it.....to then stop, smell the flowers, listen to the birds, hear the rain as it fell gently upon the earth and to know in my heart you will take and make the right choice. Be safe, God Bless and thank you for sharing this with us. Claire	2003-10-14 04:54:09
R&R	Jeff Green	Well poet if you are in the service of your country and R&R is in true form it seems to me that youare enjoying a relaxing time (if such a thing is possible in war zones) near a pool within the confines of a palace and at the same time watching mother nature drift by.......a lovely picture created within the opening stanza due to the structure of the piece and the words chosen allowing for such a view. As I continue onto the second stanza poet I tend to also get a view of the country at large where women do the work of perhaps men and filling the gas cans is one of their jobs....interesting ........ Does the smokey haze also refer to car bombings perhaps since there have been way too many lately killing and hurting so many people.........the sadness of truth in today's world. I pray for those in need and for those who are putting their life on the line every day. Thank you for posting, for sharing this with us. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-10-13 12:34:34
The Mountain Man's Mystic Missive	Robert L Tremblay	Simply adore the fact alone that you are so knowledgable and that you are sharing such knowledge with us here at the link. It has taken time and energy just to sculpture the creation of words you have presented here in the form of the Man in the Mountains and living here in New England it is well appreciated and at the same time sadness takes a bend too for the man is now gone.......yet thousands now flock to see where he once was......your structure being well done allows your words to flow bringing forth images for each one to see, feel, and even share. I also like the fact you printed out the poem in form which is much easier for those with poor eyesight to read. As always Tom it is nice to find your work here. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-10-13 12:27:55
Past	marilyn terwilleger	It is the hauntings of the mind that do not let go, the memories we keep within our souls, even when they are good ones.....they rise to the surface, they take hold, do not let go, and bring forth pain once again......a good pain perhaps but still pain, sorrow, feelings of loss.....no, it is not easy to let go and God in all honesty does not want us to let go but to hold onto the good memories of life, the richness of what once was, the journey of our being, and to look upon those we have loved with joy.....their journey ended before ours......the sadness of that parting shall always remain and no one should try to convince you otherwise. My father died in l963...forty years ago......mom still thinks about him and is waiting for dad to come and get her......no that is not silly for indeed someday the Lord will send him to get mom and together they shall venture in spirit form to be with the Lord whom they have both loved all their earthly life and to share what eternity has in store for us all which is peace and love in the Light of God.......your husband awaits the day the Lord tells him to come forth and take hold of your hand and together you shall again walk but this time together toward the Light of God where you shall once again know pure love and peace......This poem is filled with your emotions my friend, the thoughts of your loved one which remain within your heart and shall always be there so forget trying to put them aside......you won't be allowed......for your memories run deep, your love remains as strong as it once was and perhaps shall even continue to grow......some say that is not a good thing, not a healthy thing to do.....but you know what your emotions are capable of and to have loved and lived with your husband as long as you did, to share your life together all those years, the memories are for the keeping........just remember to live each day to the fullest and the Lord will take care of the rest..... There is a message within these lines for those who have loved and have lost. Thank you for posting and for sharing. My prayers are with you for a safe passage.....God Bless, Claire Poet I also know at times you feel your husband's presence within your home or perhaps as you venture outside into the open space you once shared.......it need not be much, a breeze, a certain flower as it bends when there is no wind, a bird that sings in the morning light, and most inportant the feeling of love still felt within your heart for this wonderful man you love.	2003-10-12 08:25:39
After the Storm	Joanne M Uppendahl	This afternoon the rain called to me blowing leaves, squalling her sideways tears. Today the rain calls to me, blowing leaves, squalling sideways tears. Looking at the two opening stanzas from the original to the revised one I have to say the second reads stronger in feelings and emotions.....Today.......the rain calls to me, blowing leaves, squalling sideways tears.....we feel the loss of today and yesterday as well within those tears that are falling along with the rain but in reality they are both a release to what lies within and perhaps a healing process once again begins...... Spent flowers bent in mourning ricocheted off the porch, pots tumbling-- no posture of sturdiness left in them. Spent flowers bent in mourning ricochet off the porch, pots tumble-- no sturdiness left in them. just a few minor changes within this stanza but still enough to make a sizeable difference within the lines and the read.....again, well done allowing further emotions to burst forth......mourning these flowers are and even though you do not state for what we know they are mourning still the loss of your son and thus this is good you are allowing these mourning flowers to tumble and fall off the porch since the sturdiness has left them.......thus your love remains strong and true to your son and your feelings shall always be you are showing this reader that you are now able to begin to let go and in doing so you are allowing him the freedom he needs to continue his own personal journey through eternity for there is no greater love then the releasing of one's child back to God......it is hard, not something any of us want to do in our lifetime but you are in the process of acceptance....... At least this is what I am feeling poet......and it is felt deep within my own soul. How free these fierce gestures, the giving up of what has been, the leaning into what comes next. How free those fierce gestures, the giving up of what has been and leaning into what comes next. I am pleased that not one word was changed within this stanza for it was perfection......you are free and your gestures are freeing you even more.......you can not only read that you are giving up of what has been but you are giving it up with your entire being.....heart, soul, love of child and love of live within your being.....and now you are ready my friend to lean into what comes next and believe me it is going to be a journey you shall not forget........ Afterward, a garden spider bobbled wetly in her web and prudently began to weave once more. Afterward, a gleaming garden spider bobbles in her web and wisely begins to weave anew. In closing you have taken the wise spider and her web that has held tight throughout the storms of life that you have travelled and once again her web is begun as she weaves more and more to it......the wise spider has shown you life is good, live it to the fullest and you have taken note. You know I enjoyed the original poem and this one has filled me with deeper emotions for once I read the first and felt the emotions there this one brought forth a burst of more of you....more of the relationship you are letting go in a sense of the word, the use of the storm, the flowers, nature, of which we are all a part of is terrific in itself........I was surprised to find the revised poem on the bottom of my list but I jumped to it immediately for I love your work........was your son a writer my friend? If not I tend to think he might have made a good one if he tried......you paint him with such flare at times, a joy to your heart forever. Thank you for posting and for sharing with us.....again, be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-09 19:31:32
Clouds and Curtains	Mark D. Kilburn	Clouds and Cutains is certainly a good title for not only this piece but for the emotions and thoughts that run along with it....nicely done poet.....structured well you are able to keep your words flowing and bringing the reader along with them....not losing interest but seeking out the next corner or step to be taken.......images go along as well for have we not all seen that black cloud that sits on the horizon yet makes it way into our live when it wants to bringing forth doubt, despair, pain, sorrow whatever it wants in the process........in this case yours involves illness and pain.........the uncertainty of whether the light at the end of this tunnel of clouds will leave you here or take you home......indeed a frightening thought for many who do not believe in faith or the hereafter........yet fear not my friend there is a hereafter and only when He is ready to take you there will you go......you cannot really steal from the elderly or the little ones their own courage for they travel on their own path according to their own ways and if they cross yours in the process and share some of their trust then the smiles are well worth it and don't ever forget that.......God puts everyone where they are to be as you or I travel on our road to victory.......and yes, I have travelled that road but in a different way from yours at present.....mine found me dying and surgery was there to repair but only with the graces of God was I to survive. Now I wonder what road He wants me to travel and I seem to find it filled with more emotional baggage then I sometimes feel I can handle but still this is how I find myself.....24/7 care to two elderly mothers, both in wheelchairs, both needing constant attention, and here I am after fourteen heart attacks, open heart surgery , loss of both legs due to neuropathies, COPD, emphesema and losing eyesight......must have something else but for now I can't remember what......senior moment I guess.....hehehe....and my friend life is worth living each day......yes, I too might be staying in bed later then I once did....rather then getting up at five in the morning I might now rise at seven.....but I go to bed later too and I am more tired come morning light......I love the sound of the birds in the early morning hours, they sing their songs of praise to God above and yes, the feel of warmth from the morning sun is wonderful......and I too find myself with coffee cup in hand and twenty five pills which I take during the day......no that's the truth my friend.....just to survive......and you and I are survivors so don't forget it.....this has been a wonderful read, filled with much hope even with the dark clouds that you have filtered in for in the end they will leave once that sun begins to shine.....and you will live to feel the sunshinning upon your face for many years to come. Thank you for posting and sharing this with us. Looking forward to more of your work. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-09 19:06:24
Role Model	Joanne M Uppendahl	Love the title Role Model...............We, as humans certainly can learn much from nature if we only took the time to sit back, relax and enjoy the beauty of what is around is......Even the wind, rain, snow, sleet, hair, thunder, lightening, and major storms bring forth lessons to beheld and learnt....and those little creatures of the earth, worms, ants, spiders, chippies, squirrels, etc., they too know more then we at times.... This afternoon the rain called to me blowing leaves, squalling her sideways tears. The rain is such a powerful thing and when you stop to think about it a light rainfall is relaxing, refreshing, feeds the earth, causes no problems for anyone other then the job it was intended to do and then we have a heavier rain like the one that perhaps called to you this afternoon, blowing leaves off the trees as it touched bases to and from , squalling her sideways tears.....what a lovely choice of words my dear friend.... Spent flowers bent in mourning ricocheted off the porch, pots tumbling-- no posture of sturdiness left in them. Is it not sad and heartbreaking this time of the year to see those beautiful summer and fall flowers dry up and wither away and just one heavy rainfall will over take them causing them to say goodbye till yet another season in which most of them will return. We suffered our first frost the other night and until them I had flowers surrounding the statue I have in my flower garden of Our Lady and she looked radiantly beautiful covered in those pink and white petals.....and come morning light she was stark named of them but she herself remained beautiful.....I need to gather her up, wash her off from the dirt of the seasons already passed and bring her in for the winter months.......therefore she will survive for many years to come and remain as beautiful as the day she was brought to me. It is no wonder then in your second stanza that the flowers, still in their pots thought, with the lack of weight from whatever they are missing would just give into the storm and turn yet another leaf for lack of posture within them.....I can see it now as the pots are so much lighter and with gusty winds they do then just go with the flow of things....I have loss a few myself but you know what amazes me at this time of the year I have lilies frowing that I planted earlier from gifts mom received at Easter time and actually I removed most of them again but they have all grown from little seeds which might have been left within the dirt itself and for now six of them stand tall in the flower garden and two are ready to open up in bloom.....now, after a frost and rain all week that certainly will be a sight to behold...... How fierce those fierce gestures, the giving up of what has been and leaning into what comes next. The above stanza reminds me of life......can we not all learn from nature? Indeed and a lesson that does not cause pain nor sorrow if learnt right for life is just that....one lesson after another....the good which might be followed by the bad but still each a lesson in its own right. Last night I received an e-mail from a friend who was told after a mamogram the need to talk about the results......her doctor told her over the phone which I found a bit tactless but still it happened.......they found a mass...not a lump but a mass which covered the size of two match covers.....good size if you ask me.....it was or is in her left boobie.....she is seeing a surgeon on Wednesday to discuss her options.....she lost her control, which I believe she has a right to.....I told her I would go with her if she wanted my strength or help in any way. Though I told her she had to keep a positive attitude for it is our attitudes which makes us all survivors. We need to go with the flow of life and what is dealth in between but we can fight and not wither life away like a potted plant perhaps,,,,,,we need not tumble in the storms but flourish and survive....To see what then comes next..... Afterward, a garden spider bobbled wetly in her web and prudently began to weave once more. In closing my friend I have seen the strength over and over again of those spiders that might get bobbled in the rain yet hang tightly to their web and never fall off or die away.......and yes, once the rain stops they begin immediately to weave once more...... Love the way you have taken nature and entertwined it with life.........we are all part of the creation around us and just because we stand on two legs to walk at times does not make us any richer then the creatures of the earth for we are all created by God.......we are all survivors from one point of view to another..... Thank you forposting this it has been a lovely read, well structured, great word flow, allows each reader to see and feel what they might within the lines. At this time of my life I feel life needs to be treasured for there are so many that are ill and just letting go having felt the fight too much to handle but then there are those that are willing to hang on one more time and see what road is next to travel...... Be safe my friend, God Bless, Claire	2003-10-09 08:50:43
japanese verse 27 (Will)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Immediate images are released from the flare of your pen my friend.... Universal drive To live free and to survive Knows no boundaries images which pertain to indeed the entire world Universal drive........encompases both you, I and the person who rests under that tree thousands of miles away from my own home and perhpas an ocean might even separate us but they are there... "To live free and to survive"....powerful statement yet when we stop to think about our 'free will' that is what does give us the courage to go on each day, tackling what might come our way whether it be illness, government problems, world crisis, death, destruction.......whatever....if not for our taking our own problems within our own hands and travel on then we would just wither and die like the flowers that are left without water in the hot sun......and that is not a good thing for we are all survivors and indeed it does know no boundaries....... As always you are so true to form, images indeed there are many and they travel different roads but again the food for thought also provided runs deep as well. Thank you for posting, sharing this with us and I pray you are well. Be safe and God Bless, Claire Your illness sounds much like the Nile Virus we might suffer from a mosquito bite here in the late fall and if not treated early enough is fatal to all who contract it.....be blessed my friend and safe.	2003-10-09 08:29:57
Rivers	marilyn terwilleger	rivers flow beyond sands time never motionless alpha omega Hi friend....I am making rivers singular.... River flows beyond Never ending sands of time Begin no ending alpha omega tells me there is no beginning and no end to the river as it flows for many empty into a larger body of water that again just flows along......over and over it goes creating larger then larger bodies of water till that little river finds itself in the middle of the big ocean crossing over to another country and thus the tale goes....... sands time never motionless......I just reversed some of the standing form and created another avenue for you to consider......really my friend I am not good at this at all so take what I offer with a grain of salt. I like what thoughts you have presented here with the flare of your pen.........and as you can see my most favorite place is the ocean so little river flows towards it and thus flowers upon entering...... Thank you for posting and sharing...I am certain you will find many other critiquers with much to offer you though friend this is fine .......take care, hope to find more.....be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-08 16:19:05
For Paula	stephen g skipper	For Paula........I hope you put together a book once your writing is completed for Paula for your heart and your souls are there within each line, together, forever, facing what has been given you both to carry. Paula with her illness, you with your caring ways and together you walk, hand in hand, facing all that has come in the middle. Faith, stronger then ever before, has brought you both here and now and will continue to be your guiding light until this has resolved......miracles happen every day of our lieves Steven and we continue to pray for the biggest miracle in your life and in Paula's. I have a friend who was diagnosed with tumors in her brain (four of them) and two sports on her lungs (both of them) and they were all cancerous......she is in remission and has been for six months now.......never give up your hopes, dreams and most important faith and trust in God ......This piece is wonderfully written, filled with love down to the core of things, deep, rich, ever lasting love.....You allow the reader into your private space poet......one can not only hear her words to you and yours to her but can see the two of you together........I thank you for posting, for taking the time to share this with us and again my prayers are with the both of you.......be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-10-08 09:06:28
An Act of Fate	stephen g skipper	Steve....the road you travel is one filled with faith and trust at this present moment in time.......your coming to accept your faith as such your travels will be easier in time......you are still held in prayer along with Paula......it would be nice to know how she is doing as well as yourself.....this poem speaks loud and clear my friend.....the second stanza is simply golden.....lovely, it sings of your faith...not only in God at this particular time of your lives but in your own lives, together , able to face this pain, sorrow and still have each other.......that says so very much poet in iteself....a love like that is so hard to find....yet here it is being shared by you..... Walk with me, A little while longer, Together on a path, Edged with golden years. I feel in my heart dear friend that if Paula is not able to walk with you any longer that you will pick her up and carry her the rest of the way.......only a vision yet easily done for the two of you are as one..... together on a path, edged with golden years......never let those dreams go..... My heart reaches out to you both, holding you deeply in my prayers.......May the Lord of love touch you both in a very special way. Be safe in your travels and may God continue to bless your love. Claire	2003-10-06 19:40:38
Poetic Linkage	Terrye Godown	Well poet I think you did a superb job at this piece of work and one that I could never attempt....hope your trip was refreshing as well...........good structure, word flow is really good and best of allyou seem to have the link in its true form......thanks for taking the time to post this and share it with us....be safe my friend, God Bless...Claire perhaps yo could share your three weeks on the pacific island as well.............no coconut drops necessary..hehehe	2003-10-06 18:55:59
The Pilgrims Prospect	Frank J Glynn	Poet, nicely structured piece with good word flow and thus images allowing each reader to seek and find within the lines what he or she is meant to see....we have all travelled certain roads in life and perhaps some of us might regret a few taken and perhaps no one wants to retrace the steps we have already walked but look in different directions in finding our way. Your reference to the Pilgrim gives me thought of a new journey from one place to the next and is done well poet.....perhaps you also give reference to war time as one can also see and feel the emotions involved with that part of life as well... Your word flow kept blending thus the flow kept moving in the right direction and the punctuation used also aided in the read. Actually, most of this read reminds me of a friend who served in Viet Nam and how his journey home was the beginning of his personal struggle with a nation that did not want him home....sad, very sad for in his heart he served his country as well as he could......Again, thanks for posting, for sharing this with us, You be safe my friend and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-03 09:01:12
The Law of Mercy	Darlene A Moore	Wow poet interesting piece with a mighty finish to it.....debtors prison I tend to find myself in with the way things are in this world it is no wonder we are not all there at some time or other.......yet to the details you describe with the flare of your pen it is alive with images feelings, emotions and in the closing to find yourself beginning anew as the one who put you there is now in your place. Well done. Good structure, style and word flow and great food for thought as well. One deserving of the list of winners. Thank you for sharing. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-03 08:47:51
Straight At It	Rick Barnes	Wow poet there are many things we can go straight at especially at this time of our life.......are you middle age yet? has your path long been set? did you might want to try and add or take away from and perhaps change a direction or two? have we not all tried to avoid the ending? Perhaps but in reality we are all heading straight for it......love the read, the thoughts presented allowing each reader to take the flow and go........to me this represents thoughts concerning the closure of one's life for that is where we all are heading from the day we were born.....straight at it.....so to speak with your own words as well and just remember no matter what road one takes it all leads to the same place a place no one can avoid no matter what....I know the vision I once had did not turn out the way I dreamed it would so I began a new quest for my ending and now here I find myself with hopefully many more years to come and go but again, that is up to God and not I......a second chance He gave me and if I mess up them oops.......I best be goig straight at it.....hehehe......the most important thing I think is that we keep a pure heart no matter what direction we find ourself in.....we harbor no hard feelings towards anyone that can harm either of us in the end and that we are not of greed for greed does make this world more in many directions that are not good......I know the less I have the more I enjoy life.......there are days I wish I were alone though and then perhaps my direction might be a bit different but it does not matter for now it is where I am supposed to be so I continue on straight at it and hope someday I made the right choice.......interesting read my friend.......I see you are on the list of favorites......good job and where good poets should be....take care now and be safe, good luck with the contest.....God Bless, Claire	2003-10-02 08:43:07
A Theory of Composition	C Arrownut	your writing is unique, you have style and class and you certainly do grab hold and don't let go. this piece is unique in its style, in the format and the words you use give it a sing song effect.......again as with all your pieces you present the reader with the possibility of more then one avenue to explore thus the food for thought is presented again and images of course are here as your words allow such presentation. I often wonder why I write or attempt to write though someday I hope to write something wonderful for the world to see. I hope you have given thought to putting all of your poetry into book form for it certainly would go places far and wide......thank you again for sharing your work with us.....be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-02 08:24:58
Blinded	C Arrownut	Blinded....interesting title to give this reader much food for thought here....not only does she wonder about literally being blind for without light there is darkness but also.......to be blinded by life as it pertains around you. To enclose yourself within the confines of a smaller then small environment and not take in the larger picture which is there.....life in general, life in a whole and life as the government wants you to live it...we slump into the not-so-easy chair of our one room universe......again, interesting line here and the not so easy chair to me indicates that you do not take life as you see it for there is a larger picture which is not being shown at present time....thus in closing I take it you are telling us that life is not as you see it so take those blinders off and see the larger picture before it is too late for you let alone everyone else.......intersting poet.......and I am certain many will take this read and see other aspects to it so that is what makes you different from us....and indeed your work is different with your 'food for thought' which is deep, very deep......thank you for posting and sharing this with us though and I hope to hear back what your intentions might have been which I crucified though I am not sorry for this is what you presented to me....be safe now and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-02 08:18:31
Haiku (Life a new)	Dan D Lavigne	Haiku......I am not certain my friend if this is indeed Haiku for it has all those stanzas to it though if taken one at a time indeed it certainly reflects the 5-7-5 form for Haiku and it is done brilliantly and with such love..... Death....a most difficult subject for some to write about.....and when one writes about a friend and his daily battle it seems the emotions are doubled if not more....yet, here you have accomplished a great write and read. The essence of death As fall gives way to winter A child cries, breathless (fall is the time of the year it seems when death takes hold of many things including mother earth) the flowers and gardens have all come and gone and now here we wait for the fall colors to take hold in New England so the trees may once again go baren.....covering the naked ground.....returning to the earth it once came from....death I sit in my chair Reflecting on my lifetime Dreamlike, frozen time For one to be able to sit and reflect upon their life as if in a frozen state of time.....one must be very ill or perhaps lost in some other form of time.....perhaps by accident the loss of body use yet still totally aware of what is happening in this time of life..... Memories are mine Not to be stolen from me By deaths grisly hand Memories.......they keep us all going.......no matter what......death cannot steal them either and for those being left behind the memories will always be there as well. Fear is beside me My life is slipping away Loved ones surround me This stanza my friend is so true to those facing death.....there seems to be a fear associated with the slipping away of life yet with those around you it seems softer, easier to deal with. Please tell your friend there is no fear in dying and this is something I know first hand my friend for you see three years ago I laid dying myself.....my aortic valve was 99% clogged and it was replaced with a new St. Jude valve and I also had a triple by pass. I suffered 14 heart attacks I was told which also left my heart with half function. As I laid dying on the floor I thought to myself if this is what it is like to die it is okay for the most intense peace overcame me, I felt the breath of God as He kissed my cheek and the pain, fear and whatever else I might have feared left.......I was lifeflighted to UMASS Medical Center where I underwent open heart surgery and was told I might not make it ...my children were told daily......they had to build my body before taking a chance that's how poor a condition I was but they did indicate if need be they too would take their chances.....I felt no fear from the moment I felt God kiss my ckeek....I was at the hospital two weeks and in that time I underwent two surgeries, loss the use of both legs, loss eight pints of blood which they replaced, I am at present losing my eyesight, fall often due to the leg conditions, still have the heart disease and have been diagnosed with two lung diseases with no cures.....still there is no fear and I feel your friend should know this....God stands with him now and will be there till the end.....let his feelings flow from himself to those around him, if you want cry with your friend, laugh with him too and love him for who he is and certainly was......he is still the person you knew and loved and will always love and let him feel your strength.... Craving dignity As I lie in wait for it Silence as it comes Blinded by darkness Deafened by screams of silence I reach ascension The essence of life As winter gives way to spring A child cries, new life I love your closing stanza my friend for Spring is a time of new life, new beginnings, new meanings and new hopes and dreams....Nature abounds in the spring of our life as does life around us..... I have no clue as to who your friend is but he certainly is loved by you and it shows withing the lines.....he is a strong person and a good person and so are you and the Lord blessed bothof you with this friendship. I know I am rambling on and it has nothing to do with this poem but it does have to do with life as stated within the lines.......this poem speaks and it speaks loudly....Haiku or not your images are there, emotions are there, life and death are both there and only God knows when it shall end my friend so help your friend live his life to the fullest and be there when the time comes.......It shall pain you for his loss but you shall also rejoice in his freedom from his pain. Thank you for posting this wonderful piece of work. I hope your friend has read this and knows how much he is loved. Take care, be safe in all your travels and doings, God Bless, Claire	2003-10-01 19:33:34
Traffic Light	C Arrownut	Surely I can see the angels as they sit upon the traffic lights toying with the minds and sight of those passing by but for what purpose I ask myself......stop, go, come , leave. Are we dealing with life here poet? Of the choices we make, the turns we might find ourselfs within and the roads that lead to where we might be heading......those hanging elves seem to confuse me some .....though perhaps you are at a holiday festival of lights.....then yes, the blinking of red, green, the elves and who knows what else.......still I tend to think life here might be a bit blinding for some.....Christmas tins.....open, shut, filled with whatever one might want to place inside.....some people stand outside of stores with these tins in hopes others might fill them with money to give to the poor......is such a possibility at this time? I wonder.....then we come to the reality of God......does one actually exist....some ask themselves over and over again and then I have to answer in all honestly YES God is alive and well and He does love and care for each of us.....I was held by God, felt His breath a few years back as He kissed my cheek as I laid dying in His arms......and yes, my friend this has been an interesting read, constructed well, words flow allowing the reader to see and feel what each might want within the lines and again that is a great thing to accomplish. Thank you for sharing this with us, you are a deep poet, one that is not afraid to explore the possibility of sight, sounds, emotions, etc., Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-10-01 10:31:51
My Oil	C Arrownut	Being as young as you are poet if this is a personal accounting of a real fire in your lifetime.....then you were just a baby....... still it is structured well, your words flow allowing the reader to see within the lines, to grasp what is perhaps going on over the twenty years that has followed, how one has scars yet within and without from the tragedy of that day perhaps carrying over into life and its ups and downs as well. Your poetry is always so deep my friend with many meanings to different readers which is a gift within itself. Thank you for posting and sharing this with us......be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-10-01 10:24:49
Nativity	carole j mennie	Interesting read poet.....to me this represents the homeless people everywhere.......not just here or in poor countries but all over.....of course we must leave out the warmer countries for urine might not freeze there on park benches.....with your word flow one can actually stand where you have placed them....within the lines of park benches, Rudolph and his blinking off and on nose, cardboard houses, etc. Who am I to redeem this sorry creche? Good question and much food for thought here but I do believe we all know the answer to this one.....thanks for posting, be safe and God Bless, Claire Good luck in the contest as well for this one should make the list.....	2003-10-01 08:32:39
Brushed By Death	Debbie Spicer	I do not know why this appears on my list again my friend but it does and we all know how I felt with my first read........I am still praying that your recovery is whole and complete and that the Lord will continue to show you the path He now has chosen for you to take......when one comes so close to His loving arms there is a road waiting to walk, so do not be afraid.......it will take you home someday but till that glorious day your work here is not complete.....thank you for posting and for sharing this with us.......I know it will touch the hearts of those that read it and will spring forth new life knowing there is a God who does love and care for us all. Be safe my friend and God bless, Claire	2003-09-30 22:04:47
Castles of the Sea	Donna L. Dean	Tide-washed dreams of sadness wipe away the castles the flawed reality, that wishful mind to return in wonderment when memories of sand disappear leaving the builder with a clean slate of imperfections. Tears as with the tides......wash away dreams of sadness within our lives as does the disappearance of sand castles we build along the way........your words allow the reader to stand on the sandy beach, perhaps working on sand castles most of the day as others walk by and then as the tide comes in stands aside and watches their work slip away as they often do with parts of their life that might have gone bad...dreams that never became reality in one's lifetime....though they might have tried over and over to achieve..... then once its over and the memories are just that, a memory of one's mind, then in reality the builder (perhaps you, I or someone we hardly know) are able to rebuild again and start with a clean slate..... nicely stated poet, great structure in such form and your words do bring forth images as the reader travels on....well it works for me anyway ......thanks for posting and sharing, be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-30 17:02:01
Haiku - untitled	Andrea M. Taylor	I too am here in New England and I must say we have very few trees that are turning yet. This week I gathered beans from the garden and mom and I bagged and froze seven filled for winter use.....the carrotts are still underground and I should get those this weekend. The longer it holds off here in Tully I feel the longer we will enjoy fall.....though to the west of me I am sure the colors are beginning to come out and share the beauty within the shades of gold, red, burnt orange and yellow. The pumpkins are being gathered for sale at the country fairs and I for one am off this morning to find some corn stalk and a few pumpkins for the front yard. I did already buy the larger then large mums and those are so beautiful this year..... Getting back to your haiku my friend....as always you are right on form, the image you present is wonderful and again very colorful...tree's dressed in season's attire.......at which point one may paint the countryside with brilliance galore.....Thank you for posting and sharing...Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-09-27 08:25:26
Strapped	Thomas H. Smihula	Blow me away and take me to places I have yet to envision within the comfort of the wide open seas.......yet here I shall remain within the comfort of your arms for I have two great loves in my life and my dear your love holds me here........ Is not what life is all about my friend? Love, the sharing of one's life with the ability to allow one to still grow in their other interests as well. This is such a nice read Thomas.......great flow of words chosen allowing images and feelings to just keep erupting over and over again......each reader will find within what he or she feels and that makes this a really nice read.......thank you for posting and sharing with us.......I love the ocean and appreciate your comparing it to what lies within......be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-26 08:38:15
Perfumery (Tanka)	carole j mennie	Good morning Poet: very little do I know of this form of poetry yet this one does appear to have the required form it takes to write a tanka....and well done at that....These past five weeks we are adding to the house and venture into a lumber yard over and over again and I find the images you have created here have come to life within my own yard.....nicely done....You have given us wonderful imagery of cut lumber and it does have a delicious odor...I am able to congur up that smell in my mind as I read the words and as the windows are open when the sun does shine here in Tully and the aroma ventures in.... I know others who understand this form of poetry will assist you more then I for I just tell you how I feel after reading your words and how they have affected my own soul. I do thank you for sharing this with us though and I envy your ability to achieve such a form. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-26 08:30:32
Blaze	Dawn Parker	Good Morning Poet: After several readings of this poem I wondered what kind of blaze are we refering to within these lines? To me this speaks of a lovers spat..."uncertain in this ignighted moment hearts ache to quickly heal." This is beautiful..the charged moment when two lovers or perhaps wonderful friends want so badly to recover from the heartache of hurtful words they needed to vent. "Flared eyes risk a shielded glance stoked by crumbling fire wall bricks" ..once spat out for the other to actually hear then the pain begins to subside from within and perhaps a healing process does begin and hopefully so within your heart as well......fueled by hope admist smoldering sticks"...wonderful..."minds kindle regrets"..."Hot tears of passion flume"...good line "cheeks absorb the sulphur taste..tempered with trust for the other's face" ..."arms reach for an explosive embrace"..feeling the anger has left the need to hold and comfort each other has returned once again and in closing ..."spirited above this ashen place." lovely ending to a passionate piece of writing. Actually reminds me of something I ventured through a few years back with someone close to my own heart.........Emotions fill this piece my friend and I am pleased to have found it on my list of reads. Thank you for posting and sharing your work with us. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-26 08:24:14
japanese verse 26 (Camel)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Down this barren land Treks the gentle traveler Carrying the hills This morning, in the midst of rain and rumble of thunder off in the distance, I find myself travelling in time to the place of barren lands, to follow this traveler with his two hills, indeed a sight as he just slowly moves in motion of his oversized load swaying from one side to the other as the hot sun beats down upon him........love the term carrying the hills for indeed he does along with whatever else is placed upon him by his owner......and even if he travels alone he is never alone for those hills follow wherever he goes....good form as always, nice images with your words as well. Thank you for posting and sharing this thought with us....looking forward to more......please tell your mom I still check to see if she has posted again. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-26 08:07:14
Eagles (Tanka)	carole j mennie	Indeed a tanka and such a grand one at that. Images are superb as well Nourished by the Sierra updrafts he circles, (which further allows the reader to see the eagle as it soars and to feel the movement of air surrounding him) Also it appears there is a soft sillibant "s" sound as an underdraft here which carries us along in swift passage. leaving a pinion to mark his passage. only one which is superb great image and thus it follows through with the young brave holding the plume.....superb my friend. Thanks for posting and sharing this with us. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-09-25 14:47:53
Translation	carole j mennie	The house sits on a side street where flowers, planted by my mother, turn joyous heads skyward, following the sun. lovely setting to open this poem my friend........one can see the flowers planted by your mother as they reach for the sky following the sun......beauty in motion.... Here, butterflies circle on Tiffany wings. Tiny brown birds nest in low foliage, guarding speckled secrets in a green-leafed sanctuary. your visuals are so lovely....butterflies circle on Tiffany wings, tiny brown birds nest in low foliage, how your mom must have loved to work in these gardens with her whole heart for it certainly is reflected within and your words dear poet bring it all to life over and over again......and indeed, though mom is now gone her treasures remain forever for the world to enjoy... I inhale a memory, a faint scent of her. I just love this line poet......to know your mom so very well swells my own heart with love.....to inhale a memory, a faint scent of her......well placed..... over and over this piece is filled with your mom and your love for her....what a lovely tribute. Thank you for sharing this with us.......be safe, God Bless, Claire I bet mom's smiling down upon you from her heavenly garden.	2003-09-25 14:37:57
Life at "Bottoms Up Lounge"	Terrye Godown	Poet from beginning to end this one is superb.....grand style of structure which allows the entire piece to continuously flow with the words you have chosen to represent not only the bar, the patrons, the girls within but the way things are progressing....makes you there......it is so real....of course not having one here in Tully might make a difference since I have neverbeen in such a place but it sure jumps.....seems hard to imagine this taking place every night of the week though.....great word rhyme as well. Even the title fits this piece very very well.........congrats to you for such a piece. Thanks for sharing this with us. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-25 14:19:28
Between the Wind and the Song of Calling Geese	Joanne M Uppendahl	Oh poet the Lord smiles down upon you this fine day as He always does but more so as this is such a lovely prayer.....the total essence of His being is represented in your words......between the wind and the song of the calling geese.....can you not hear the voice of God calling out to you in such a space of time.....the wind carries the tune and the calling geese are calling you home....beautiful my dear friend.....ever uplifting in thought.....and to feel them touch your ckeeks and fill your ears...with His presence.....over and over again this just brings such a peaceful feeling within my soul..... I lift my face to feel the moon you made.......wonderfully stated for He is there again warming you in many ways.....never leaving you in the dark for His light does indeed shine day and night....in the most inner parts of our beings and farthest corners of this earth He is there....... I want to sit on the wooden bench by the tree which drops its leaves on my spent summer blooms-- a wine-red and gold altar cloth of your grace. the above represents a most holy place within your reach.....and knowing the Lord is there one should find themself visiting every day, Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall for the graces abound in thee.... In closing I am sure you know that the Lord seeks nothing more then knowing you are there and that you are thankful He is too......Together you walk, hand in hand through this beautiful place within your spirits as they are joined together in heart, home and life..... A prayer this poem is, filled with all of God's good graces, a warm feeling of love fills my every being just by reading it and to actually sit on that wooden bench beside you and the Lord is majestic in beauty my friend.....for God is Love and you are too. Thank you for posting and sharing this with us....it shall reach out and touch the heart of many and I pray they send a copy to those they know will be touched by it as well. Again, be safe, thank you and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-23 20:36:07
Occupation,Revelation	Michael Bird	Nice term 'Revelation Occupation' and how often do you take that night on the town my friend? Seems to me it has some pretty interesting places to go and women to see......dance perhaps as you held her close enough to rub your hand up and down right inside her gown.....wow...images you create they just jump out at you.......actually you might get a little dizzy with all the girls all over town but you know Michael this has been a fun piece to read, to find oneself lost within the lines and the sing song effect is superb as well. Thanks for posting, for allowing one to take a night out with one of the guys and to see just how much fun it can be.....be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-09-22 21:30:02
Tempest Fugue	Rachel F. Spinoza	Rachel this is so wonderful an adventure filled with images of sea creature carrying off the lady in distress as she sailed off on her little boat.......the water, the mist the sea gulls over head swooping down, all are there within reach......to fall overboard, splat.....indeed you can see the water rise and fall again and hear the body as it touched down......hehehe.....I bet those sea tales are worth sitting and listening to as well.....even in dream form......love the term become salted to my taste.....how deliscious a sound this is to one's emotions.......in closing this has been a wonderful read, strucutred very well and the words, how they just rhyme over and over again, falling into place as this reader travels on....would love to find more if you have any.......thanks for posting, sharing and again, be safe, God Bless, Claire Rachel, you are one of the most talented writers I know.........	2003-09-22 16:56:13
Leaping Lizard	marilyn terwilleger	Never saw a lizard that jumps but I certainly can imagine one that leaps all about in such a frenzie that you have created here with the flow of these three little lines.....small in stature yet large in volume and to think he/se lands in the same spot......love the term jumps in psychotic frenzy..........one could say I was jumping in psychotic frenzy this morning when rehab called and indicated mother in law was going tobe discharged for lack of cooperation......I was a basket case believe it or not.....hehehe.....packed mom into the car and went for a ride to the facility and spoke with mother in law about being more cooperative or she was not coming home.....her son's orders, not mine......she wants out so bad she began to jump at it too......so I can certainly associate with this haiku in true form as well. Thanks for posting, would not change a thing though some might want to give pointers......hehehe....Bless you, Claire	2003-09-22 16:51:16
The Passing	Judy A Badger	A universal poem on death and life after.....indeed there is life after death and your poem does allow the reader to see and feel a glimpse of it within the lines.......His turn to walk with her, care for her through eternity........and yes you will be there with her again and you will be able to hold her, touch her, walk with her, laugh and cry with her......for it all awaits you as it did her......life is a journey we travel each day beginning with our birth and ending in our death and those are the only two things we do alone in life......we are born and we die......and when you stop and think about it we come from God and we return to Him that sent us forth....what a journey indeed. I take it you speak of your mom within these lines and if not then perhaps a child....for who do we miss more then the above two other then a spouse and dear friend.......I am sorry for your loss in either situation poet but I know she is watching over you from above and she smiles down on you each day......and when you take that early morning walk think of her when the birds begin to sign and you will feel her presence within your life again. Be safe, thank you for posting and sharing these emotions and thoughts with us.....God Bless, Claire	2003-09-22 07:31:58
Taste of Life	Dawn Parker	Lovely poem filled with thoughts of love and the harvesting of said love......enjoyed the way you take a baker and bring forth the pure elements in making bread perhaps........and life........for to have the gift of love one needs to make sure it is kneaded and formed in right fashion.......a process done well together....nicely structured, good word flow and indeed images are created from the flare of your pen....your closing stanza is superb in that the ingredients choosen have created something good in your union of souls for not only the world to see and feel along with you but to last through eternity. Thank you for posting and sharing this with us...looking forward to more of your work. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-09-22 07:18:35
Splendor in the Pages of a Book	Joanne M Uppendahl	Going back in time ....finding grampa sitting there perhaps on the front porch with black book in hand.....pretty little dimple faced girl sits down beside him taking him by the hand.......within his fingers she does she the shining black cover inviting thee she smiles at him, he winks at her and hands her over the book but first he tells her she must be very careful with it for it holds the world in which she will grow and come to love.........and now the story begins....love the opening stanza which sets the scene for all to follow the the term Grampa to me indicates a very wise man....does not have to be old but to a little girl of nine he might appear to be old in stature and years.......actually, it only takes a wrinkle or two, a little gray hair around the edges and grampa was old back then.......In the second stanza I can see you sitting there with black book in hand soaking up each word that you read and the meaning going straight to your heart........you were very smart for a little girl my friend........you knew that life was about to take a new road one that would lead you on a lifelong adventure....and you were the captain of this mighty fine vessel.......wonderful image projected to this reader....can't tell you enough.. Origins of words we speak, hallowed tools with which we toil, varied Hebrew, Latin, Greek; each one born in different soil. Can you imagine the places you must have visited while sitting on the front porch or under a large leafed tree in the back yard.......to foreign countries with all its magical wonders and mystical abilities......to see the Seven Wonders of the World as well...........and to think it only just begun...... From soul to soul.......indeed from your grampa's soul to your his gift of love has brought you to where you are today and still my friend your adventure shall continue for there are many more roads for you to travel in your wordology......now you won't find that in your dictionary nor will I.....but it is a road for you alone to take.......and then once there you will come back and share with all of us......this poem has been an adventure from your heart to ours......not just mine but everyone who reads it will feel the excitement and love that lies within the lines alone with the history of one little girl and her grampa......I know he knew how much you loved him for more then just the little black book of course but especially for the love of wisdom and knowledge he shared with you that day so long ago. I thank you for sharing this with us.....I am so pleased to have found it today and I look forward to more of your adventures of not only today but yesterday as well......Be safe my friend, God certainly does bless you and yours, Claire	2003-09-19 20:21:49
Blowin' da "Blues" otta da Horn!	Andrea M. Taylor	What a bouncy little piece you have created here my friend....love the effect it has on one's imagination and soul.......talk about having a musical effect it certainly does and perhaps should be sought after as such. nicely structured, great word flow and images of auntie mame are terrific which means you are terrific as well.......thanks for posting and bringing joy to one's heart on such a gloomy day. Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-09-19 16:01:03
When Trees in Fall Begin to Spill Their Colors	Joanne M Uppendahl	Fall here in Tully is just beginning with the incoming wind and rain of this weekend I am hoping the wet weather will not harm the leaves that remain green on the branches.....waiting for the coming month in order to turn their shades of red, gold, burnt orange (one of my favorite colors) and at times a mixture of the above.....yellow does stand out very well too.....the hunters will begin to gather soon for bird season and those pheasant you speak of ever so sharply will once again fill my yard in safety measures.....for they know which side of the road they can stand upon....safe ground....hehehe.....the wasps might be keeping your hummingbirds at bay but let me tell you the wasps here in Tully, who made a nest in the tree above my deck certainly are keeping Claire on her toes.......was stung once seven times on the back of my neck and I am AFRAID of those little guys....actually they are white faced hornets and very very bad.....last night I heard the ducks calling out to each other which amazed me.....and my chickens that respond thinking WOW I have friends down the road a way......nicely structured, great word flow, images, could not ask for more......you have taken the essence of the season and brought it to life as you always do. Thank you for posting and sharing this with us......looking forward to more of your work...Be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-09-19 14:50:29
The SWAG Method	Andrea M. Taylor	Science or not my friend I feel you already know my feelings on abortion and the sadness it brings to the heart and the soul.......whether it be a young teenage girl having had her fun and now caught in the web of life or the young working woman who did not plan on this taking place now but perhaps later in her life......over and over one excuse or another might find one ready to destroy the life the Lord has given unto thee yet to me life begins at that prescious moment when indeed it began in thee.....as stated before your pain still shines through......in order for you to let it go please know you have been forgiven by the One who died to set you free.......your work shall now touch the heart and soul of many others in need of hearing your message and they will respond in kind as well. This has been strucutred very well and even though the words seem to ring out at times and that is a good thing for they keep the reader going to find the more meaning of this message......they also bring forth images which grab and hold......you are taking not only the unborn child but the already formed and living child and putting the two together as instruments of death in different circumstances....at least this is also a part of the larger picture I am receiving...in war times children are used as instruments in foreign countries....there is also the famine and sickness which ravage these countries taking such young lives. Again my friend you are filled with many words that are just waiting to escape your heart so I look forward to your next piece. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-19 09:13:10
FALLING	Mark D. Kilburn	Changing over autumn to winter hear that lonely call. Easy to see why people like me always fall in love with the fall. Great opening stanza which sets the stage for the rest of the poem to follow.....fall is such a lovely time here in New England with the changing of the leaves bringing forth the harvest of red, yellow and golden tones to the woods and mountains.......the farmers gathering in the final harvest and going off to the fairs which come each weekend now with their 4H shows as well as their harvest fares.......the hayrides, pumpkins pickins, apple orchard time, all a part of fall in New England......People all over the worlld would fall in love with the fall if they could share in theis wonderful site my friend......yours seems to me to be just as appealing though....might not have the forest elk but I have the beautiful deer that come down into the meadow to find water and food......and once in awhile there are moose that follow the trails from Canada down into our woods and that my friend is a sight come morning light or nightfall dusk.....and as with the changing of all seasons it happens in the twinkle of an eye for the first snowfall announces the coming winter stay where one might as well bundle up and relax for the next six months will be colder then the rest.....the water will freeze over and you will be able to skate across the lakes and ponds near by or dig a hole in th eice and catch a few fish that still remain within its waters......just because the temperatures have dropped to freezing and below does not mean the fun has left New England it means you just bundle up and add a few more layers of clothing to your already stacked pack.....hay rides turn to sleigh rides and to me the horses are much prettier to eatch with fresh fallen snow covering the ground and blankets all around and the fires that await your return with the hot cocoa......and I love the way you add Jesus to this poem for we do await His return and perhaps you might want to give homage to Him by adding a capital H to His name......just a thought on my part......for nothing would be possible if not for Him.......thank you for posting this piece my friend....it is structured well and the words allow for a nice even flow which as you can see from my review have brought pure pleasure to my own soul and pictures for all to enjoy. Be safe and I look forward to another of your prescious reads....God Bless, Claire	2003-09-19 09:00:33
Grand	Judy A Badger	How beautiful and befitting to find this wonderful tribute to grandchildren this morning as the sun is peeking in throgh the bedroom window.......yesterday I became a great aunt once again thus my mom became a great grandmother for the tenth time....a beautiful little girl, name sake at that, Corinne......born in the grand State of Texas and here we are in Massachusetts. We have yet to see her little sister other then in pictures.......but the pictures have allowed us to follow the little girls growth for two years now and she is just as you say..........beauty in motion my friend. So enjoyed the structure and form given to this piece as with the word flow which has allowed for the images to reach out, take hold of your heart and keep those emotions flowing..... My heart skips and tumbles And tap dances in my chest. adore the above two lines my friend.....I have a little granddaughter, Abby, she is a tad past two at this time and very active but she does make my heart skip, tumble and tap dance in my chest and all it takes is the sound of her voice, though the twinkle in her eyes lite up the room and when she comes over.....watch out............she is like a hurricane that sweeps in the night....hehehe....In all Jerry and I have fourteen grandchildren and one great grandchild.......on his side of course....hehehe.....love the expression dog-eared daisy as well....is that a special kind of flower where you are or something she has done to the pretty little daisy? Just curious I guess......Thank you for posting and sharing your emotions concerning your grandbaby.....Mom is also expecting two more new arrivals come the beginning of the year...one in January and one in February and we are all so eager for the January baby to arrive since this is number five for the mom and dad but only this one has so far survived......prayers surround her at this time for a safe pregnancy and delivery.........Again, thank you for sharing and be safe, God Bless, Claire	2003-09-18 08:00:12
A Hope For A Thousand Tommorrows	stephen g skipper	Hi Stephen, This poem is filled with over tones of sadness a simple plea to your wife, the love of your life never to leave you. But at the same time it speaks of a love that will last through eternity. "I want you more than a thousand times"..."wrapped as we are in our circumstancial cocoon." superb choice of words my friend and one is able to feel the closeness you have for each other........"I know that you will not cross the river now, not today, no, not today." There is the fear that she might cross over at any time but not today.....perhaps you are the one keeping her here Stephen......your wanting her to be well so desperately even in these most trying of times....."Yet another chance to put right the wrongs of a wronged man." I am confused about this line but I am sure it works well once I understand it.....I know it is not easy being told just how sick your wife is and perhaps that is what you mean by being wronged.....the both of you are at that point I would think.....Simply love the closing stanza my friend......"clear skies...starstuck lovers, soul mates, and best friends." so revealing in your emotions and love speaking of a place where you both will find peace and love that has no limits yet endless joy in the light of your God.....I know you are speaking of heaven and it is reflected within your lines. This is a very beautiful poem for your love of your wife and I am sure she is touched deeply by it...Take care my friend, please know she and you are still in my prayers......be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-17 17:31:39
The Complications of Life	Erica L. Badger	Welcome Erica to the link and I am pleased to have found your work on my posting.....first of all I critique from my heart and respond in kind....if you are seeking helpful hints such as those Brenda or others might be more capable of giving I am sorry I do not have that touch but I will tell you how your poem makes me feel inside. First of all I like the way you strucutred it, easy to read and the word flow keeps the reading moving along. You have a good rhyme scheme to this also which allows the reader to feel and see what is being set forth in your words......it seems to me that you are being slapped in your face with the way the world has been for some time now only in full force with the fear, hatred, destruction, war, famine, death, sickness, all of it and yes my dear it does make a hole in our heart and tears us apart......though as we grow we tend to learn that life does have its ups and downs and there are times when the down just does not seem to want to leave....those are the very hard and most difficult times. These past months have been hard in the my son in law was sent overseas....though a job he wanted to do and he served so well for my daughter and the rest of us left behind it was not easy to let go. Still, he has now returned and there are many more still overseas and they are not any safer today then they were when my son in law was there.....that is a part of life that to me is very difficult to not only take but to try and understand....your poem deals with every aspect of adult like.......each stanza stands out on its own for its worthy cause.....its not difficult to see that confusion would breed in that whole created by growing up. You have much to offer with your emotions and feelings and though I have no clue as to your age I feel you have been writing for some time.....please continue to post here at the link and share your knowledge with us. It is so important to put on those words when they do come to us......I thank you for sharing this with us, for the emotions it sets forth and the thoughts as well. Be safe and God Bless, Claire	2003-09-17 17:20:21
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