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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Joanne Duval Morgan	Critique Date
Haiku	Andrea M. Taylor	Hi Andrea, I love haiku, the count is great, your use of descriptives meld nicely together, leaving me with the sensation of Spring, although I must admit I am absolutely blank when it comes to identifying all the beautiful vestages of Sprung, but to non-green lack of isentification, this poem reverberates nicely for me. We just went through one of the most horrible Winter's and this lightens the spirit, along with the milder temperatures we're being to experience around here, the sun shines more then hides, and there is a quickening of the blood in anticipation. Lovely haiku. I don't believe I've critiqued any other haiku bu by you, but you certainly show all the sensation within the very difficut restricts of creating haiku. Great show, a lot of sensation in your dialogue, very enjoyable....DFeb's coming hope we can get together for lunch or something. Good luck with this haiku, love it more are beginning to use this style, considering it's always been a favorite style for me, it's wonderful to see.....Best always, Jo Morgan	2004-03-25 21:08:13
My Summer Dream Cabin	Marcia McCaslin	Oh, this is marvelous, what sweet solitude to gather oneself, surrounded by the bounty of the Creators glorius repast put here, for us only to slow and recognize exactly the bounty the surrounds us, for the person, cabin, the moss the fauna, the beauty, so scenic and quiet, will joining in fellowship with Gods other creatures, to allow them time to trust, to put a repast in for their tastes, wonderful, I'm right there in the woods at that cabin. How sweet this is worded and what inner peace this creates in this beings soul, almost as if we've died and gone to heaven, no speed, no noise, no threats, just peace, quiet and tranquility. What a wonderful poem, for in it you cite where you are in this universe, wouldn't it be wonderful if all could turn this corner, and know the struggles are no behind, the health is stable, and now one can think of themselves, and not be selfish, just mature enough to know, enough is enough, now for the peace and transquility. So lovely, so maturelly writtenm, it comforforts and offers the reader a glimp of what could be, and if one wants these sensations it's not beyond their reach. Listen Marcia, I critiqued a long critique about your Isreal poem, another wonderful poem, only at the end of the critique I hit the do not critique button, and the critique is lost, I'm sorry just one of those absent minded, non thinking elderly phoopaas. It was a wonderful poem. Take care, be safe, and come back, don't get lost and leave us again, we need to read a lot more of your submissions...Lovely. Luv, Jo	2004-03-22 16:08:26
japanese verse 42 (Pollination)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Adorable Erzahl, love the alligory, quite fitting I would say for Pollination, certainly adifferent twist on the subject. One fact this poem (haiku) commits to is the coming of everything beautiful, once the growing season, both in flora and fauna, and the muliple meetings it takes to create the beauty all of us can enjoy. We are in Spring, and the temperature is quite nice with the sun shining, more often then it does during those dismal days of winter, right now however the wind chill facor is depriving us of those warmer Spring time breezes, however one hasn't given up hope, new highs are established for all of us, each like these small creatures reach for the sunbeams. Wopnderful dedication to care, kind and caring come with the love of God, and Claire is a very caring woman, who in essence is the life blood of her family, and all that care for her. Of course you understand I can't speak for whats happening in Tully, I down more South in Massachusetts them she is, but no matter we are sisters under the skin with shared placement in the solar system, who knows one of these days we may meet, and I'd like that....great haiku, very enjoyable, Best regards always, Jo Morgan	2004-03-22 08:23:22
The Bucket	Marcia McCaslin	Hi Marcia, Go on that vacation and really enjoy yourself, such a relief to see you come back to the mainstream and begin to write again. I thought of the old country song, Old Oaken Bucket, even before the read your poem, part nattative, lots of country nostalgia, vivid view transformed your words of wonder, beautiful ending, Captures all the sensation, of that bucket reflecting the stars of the milky way, beautiful romantic ending, yet reality see the Stable Manager in the bar hoisting his escapism in drink, the animals sated and quieted for the day, the bucket full of history (of all of us) hanging once again, building, and building on whats in the future, and the bucket knows, more dirt to cake it's crevices, and tarnish the metal that frames it's conception, as a newly made bucket that will experience the glory and the hurt, the rain, the snow?, the history remembered in it's congifuration. It's beautifully phrased, romantic in some phases, tried and true in others. Isn't that what all our make up is, to be tried and true, to face the demons of time, to become a part of the makeup of the cosmos, thus stars do shine and remember all of the history experienced. An artifact to mankind and it's history. Lovely, I missed your poetry and I'm peaceful now to see it once again displayed for all to enjoy, a universal piece that sings, beautiful, well done memorial to time........Love always, enjoy the rest, Jo	2004-03-20 11:32:24
Spring is Born	marilyn terwilleger	Neato Marilyn, what a great sensation this poem creates, the approach is different, clean and crisp, just what one would expect from Spring. I've a a couple of premendous poems on Spring here, and this ranks up there with the best (you know the artist). What a grand springing forth you have done in writing wondersul, entaintaining and inclusive poetry, that allows the reader to breath in the scents your words in combination creates. No way would I suggest anything, the Good Lord put me here to enjoy the beauty created in the blossoms, and scents of the beauty already engulfing us. Love this poem to, it's right up there. My Girl you know not what you create, a piece of artistic endevor that allows many to enjoy the pictures, and sense of cadence and beauty your words command. Great..Great..Great once again, keep it up you'll reach laurent status in the end, you certainly are developing a readship and just waits to see your latest artistic beauty. Love Ya, God Bless, keep on a writin.....Jo	2004-03-19 20:04:26
Spring Quartet	Joanne M Uppendahl	Ah what peace, Thank You, I'm about ready to sleep enjoying the young birds in their sweetly chirping for their food, I watch the pigeons in their daily flight, seemingly erratic yet with purpose, cooing their message of Spring, unfortunately no frogs evade this solitude, in the middle of a concret jungle, I have my childhood memories, of safely sleeping in woods, on beds of pine needles, the sun warming the spirit, the chance to be in peace and quiet (one of five, two Grandmothers, a Mom and Dad, and numerous visitors drove me to seek the solitude of frest water waves lapping the shorline, quiet sounds, again safely asleep in a solitary peaceful surrounding. So as you can see the beauty of your poem makes rise the memories, and the strong desire for the sun, all things new, in this space we're allowed. Even now I am nursing a potted plant of unknown origin (no green thumb here), but plenty of water and partial sun sees new buds daily, and I can watch the unfurling of new leaves, what greater then Spring. Beautiful Joanne, you got me with this one all right.....Love Jo	2004-03-19 17:36:14
japanese verse 41 (Rainbow)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Lovely Erzahl, mana wrapped as a gift from Heaven, a family aware, a daughters concern, her love emeshed in your dedecation, her belief, relayed strongly in the super haiku. Who would I be to suggest, once again all I can do is give acclodes. Your humanity shines through brillantly in this haiku, and your decidation is beautiful. Pain, and tomet for a mortal being to think one so ill is committing suicide. I've lost all of my parents generation, and the one lesson I learned is that people know when their end is near, and many times they implement daily routine to speed up the process of going home, yet I was left with one understanding the need of the person involved, and I'm convinced that their wish is true, and in this last chapter of life they don't consider it suicide, all they want to do is go home, that means dying, going to the serenity of their last existence, and in a way as I saw my husband lieying there dying, I wanted to keep him with me forever, but then I understood that is selfish on my part, and as soon as I accepted the eventual end, I was at peace, because he was finally peaceful, before his last breath he opened his eyes, looked at me, and said I love you, Thank you, and I knew that I had done with God ordinated, I was at peace also. So your haiku holds many flavors, or layers Erzahl, for Clair it offered her peace, and gave strength, as such it deserves all the rewards. Again well written, what else could I possibly day. God Bless you for your humanity and compassion, this haiku proves the merit of the man/poet. Best regards always, Jo Morgan	2004-03-16 17:34:51
Karl Rove's Nightmare	Leo Wilder	yes indeed, I can understand this playing with accompanying coutry music, not being a musician I couldn't tell you what tune, but the cadence and rhythm incorporated in word placement, accompying a built in rhythm to the words. Hoawever, I nearly busted a gut when I read the poem, oh boy, cheeky, but the plot is more then obvious as one read, and secretly I wish I had written thuis, for the humor is too far out, for someone like me who is more of a reluctant conservertive, but some writers do this well, and in this case you've done it excellently. A poem of the times, that points to the underlying values of a man raised and believing that everything he does will be approved by the Texans (I think he better look around, that may prove to be a false assumption, Texans can think and know the difference between a lie, and the absolute truth), anyway quite a poem, and your right to write, for you accomplish what many of us are reluctant to do. Neat submission, and I'll protect you're right, to be as expressive as this poem, my past service in the Matrine Corps tells me thats the principled thing to do. I'd love to hear the album by the way, will you let the forum know whn the album is published? A fan believe me!! Best regards, Jo Morgan	2004-03-16 15:25:17
Memories of Bertha	Sherri L. West	Oh Sherri, the honesty of the proclaimination sure makes this poetic. If like your Mom you develope the family talent, we at TPL will indeed be fortunate. Each essence of your Grandmother and the bonding that was so strong came through so well, the persona of her is the most loving tribute a Grandmother could hope for when it comes to a common bond of shared love, and how she meet your expectation, eh? She met you in your games, sewed dool's clothes yet you ended up with all of them, the box holding the treasure, not necessairly great fortune, but a part of that something that cemented and bonded you together. I think for me, the warmth of her lap, smeeling the cooffe smell, listening to it's journey as she swallowed, her heatbeat, your heartbeat....wonderful protrayal, and evidence of the love, then the move, and it changes, doesn't it, a remose and great feeling of longing, missing the person so close, now to be far, and a life lesson, nothing is forever, and our flecibabily is adjusting, yet the love never changed. You more then carried the intent strongly Sherri, it's a poeam I hold near and dear, as I've had to adjust to my two youngest Grandmothers surrended, now being raised by a niece, so many stories, so many emotions, such longing, oh for sure instant identification....you are a wonderful Mother's daughter. Good luck and Best regards, wonderful first attempt, keep in there, a definate talent shows...Joanne Morgan	2004-03-15 16:31:43
I Am Fred	marilyn terwilleger	Oh Marilyn, just how Irish can you be before this celebrated St. Patricks Day. What a lilt, and Irish flavor you catch in this jaunty, and very humerious poem. The broag is wonderful, the sense of our little lepricaun is out of the world, then the question and the very human resonse, of course she didn't love Fred, she loved Bob. Cheer me up this fine Saturday morning. You beginning to become very diverse in your writing, this theme for instance is electric, and just speaks that certain winesome chime of Irish Foke Lore, wonderful. Your skill so broad and sweeping, wonderful. Read your Daughter critique, if that isn't fate Marilyn, then I was struck with the sense of relief, Mom is fine, she's coming out of the sorrow into the sunlight, wonderful critique. Best of luck, this St. Patrick's Day, my Greatgrandmother Mary McClure, always returns to me this time of year, and my Irish shines through, heh, heh, I even have a cane in the shape of the crooked canes carried these many years when people interperate the Irish, I always wear Green on St. Patrick's Day, always figures Granmother Mary McClure endowed me with that right, with green Irish eyes, many always thought me Irish anyway. Keep writing, it's enchanting.....Love, Jo	2004-03-13 15:26:24
Terra Incognita	Mell W. Morris	Lordy what a unique title, your poem borders on those things that most never speak of, simply because if we cite the way we think, and oddities affect us, that other will label us as quurkly, and unusual. Never doubt my friend that certain oddieies have affected us all, it's the way of human nauture, that's why I don't judge, I am the format all my existence is based on, and who am I to judge othes. I love this poem, the flow, and the wonderful, although unintention internal ryme. No doubt all of us meet the critera as established by the dept of your thinking. A brief insight to me is probably best described as a person thats floated through cosmic space, and eventually sits in this lovely, calming pink cloud, heads above the reality, escapism, maybe, never the less a beautifully memory of a dream I had as a child, and I can go there away from the pain, and enjoy the serenity, peace and quit we seem to need. I'm sorry if I seem distracted, but my thin skin bleeds by itself at the oddest times, and blood drips before I realize it. My bodily functions seemed to have shut down completely, and I'm exhausted and in pain constantly. Most of all it's the reality, that my time grows short, I'm not being hysterical, or even looking for pity, I find the process intruging, I've often wondered if people realize they are dying, and for all of me I don't know how they don't, or fight for life, when the natural course is winding down. I scour my brain, because I do want one last poem, that incorporates all these thoughts, and literally I know it's impossible, and the one constant is, there is no fear of dying. I've been very fortunate and blessed in my life, and TPL offers me a home base, and I've grown to love and admire everyone, even though other may think they have quirks, they don't you know they are just being that diverfied personity that creats this web calledlife. So sweety not quirky, you write with soul first, your heart and your head, and fortunately God has graced you with a natural talent to be so expreeive, that's why you have a following, Fate decreed you would, and I just glad I got to enjoy a part of it, grateful really, you do give me comfort, and acceptance, and that is better then all the gold in the world. You go girl, keep climbing you have peaks yet to conquer, and so you shall. My love always friend/girl, Jo	2004-03-13 12:11:36
Sable Shadow	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, instant identification. Memories have to surffice wher a hug of reassurance once stood. Yes, you've described in great poetic form, one of the realities that many of us have had to deal with. Honestly right I'm frightened of the darkness that commands sleep, for when I did sleep I had glorious memories to dream of, the the reality that the end of my life is near, scares me to a degree, yet I'm not afraid to die, just that if I do I can't bear witness to my Grandchildrens growth, or that certain individuals,from my past, are beginning to appear in my deams, almost as if they are preparing me for final breaths. The unknown factor is the most difficult for me to contend with, I think if I know the when it would easier for me. These dreams cause more reflection as to meanings, and at times is scarey. Anywhere, wonderful once again, you wrote of all the nuances, even your notes explain the position and reason you choose this site to demonstrate a talents that is, or has been hidden in you, finally relief of the unknown, huh? Well I admire this submission, but then we share widowhood, and that is a completely different part of life, I don't believe and of us give a great thought to. Missed, yes sorely, but the moot point is we can't go back, all we can do if foreward, and sometimes we do whatever is necessary to exercise demons, ot bad vibes (dreams) in this case. Good show fello widow in heart and spirit, Love always, Jo	2004-03-12 14:18:12
Compassion	Debbie Spicer	Oh Debbie, the best friend, the tenderness in the eyes, the forgiveness of folly, wrong decisions made, and yet no judgement, just true compassion, never having had the opportunity of meeting, and I don't think there are many here you meet personsally, I do believe this is a moast heartfelt and truly compassionate tribute to the one individual who has see your through a multitude of emotions, and he has never never judged, just stood by offering his strength, and his love, based on the true foundation of what your marriage is based on, then I believe your children has demonstrated compassion and love with no judgement, and then finally Sydney her throws excited arms around your neck, and loves you with no judgement, and that's what truly counts, a compassionate, loving, caring and endurning family, now you take extended metaphor, and there have been many who identified, felt your pain, sensed your strength, that's your extended family. All that compassionate is easy to give, for you are one compassionate woman, with a strength that will see you trough, and finally allow the true measure of peace and tranquility. Wonderful tribute, written very, very well (as usual). I sat earlier typing a respnse, to be thrown off the site, for some unknown reason. I had burned my candle at both ends at that point, but I know I could dig up enough energy to accomplish what I attempted earlier. I've said this for months, as you crawled, then toddled, and eventually walked, that you had the God giben endurance, and strength to beat the demons of the past, and it has come to past, and so easily once again I tell you of the pride I feel in your accomplishment, for I am proud of you....Love always, Big Sis, Jo	2004-03-12 14:00:49
APPROACHING FULL CIRCLE (a self portrait)	Marcia McCaslin	Oh Marcia, I'm in seventh heaven, finally to hear from you, to see how these many moths your muse has finally recognized itself as equal, for you finally to once against post. I've missed you. Yes Poof Marcia, in the end I think all of us who have struggled, fought continual fights throuhout our lives, finally realize that all those Earthly achievements, mean only as much as the papaer they are printed on. One never looks foracclodes, so we supplanted being sucessful for that fleeting space of time, when the reality is, the first rule, if you cannot like yourself yours struggles with multiply, but if we finally we are our own best friends, then everything falls into place, a measure of peacefulness, the tranquil attitude that seemed inborn all these years finally comes to the fruitation of understand, we are our own best friend, and if we are then it is easy to embrace with compassion those that are lost, or huring, still fighting their figth. Don't know if I interpertated your intention correctly, but this is what I personally felt as deepsensation, the reality of the truth......I'm sure glad, and relieved to read this submission, I know health wise your mettle has sorely be tested, and you came though, maybe like me a physical vestage of what I was, but strongly emotional, and easily I feel the pain of others. All these months I missed your posting, Thank God, for I think you may have turned the corner of life...My Love and God Bless, Jo Mo	2004-03-12 07:08:21
japanese verse 21 to 40 - Second Collection	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Hi Erzahl, After being down for two days I decided to check my poem list. Now I already critiqued this secon setof haiku's, and commented on their clarity of thought, their brilliance of descriptives. As a matter of fact I commented on understanding Old age (being in it myself), and stated I thought it wonderful someone your age, grasped the essence in correct count and brilliance of descriptives. Do you receive that critique, or was it wiped clean when TPL suffered the burn out, and inability of the SQL server to function and put us all in touch with one another? Anyway it's not difficult to say enjoyable, one and all, and I also asked if you have committed these haiku to books yet, and if you had, how can I purchase copies. At any rate wonderful once again, you are the Master Haiku writer on TPL...My best always, Jo Morgan	2004-03-07 10:09:27
Insects and Other Tiny Nations	Joanne M Uppendahl	Wonderful fantasy, children will automatically understand the implications, that's because they believe in the impossible. Just a hint Joanne, you have a great opening, carry well the middle of the poem, and close strongly. The one absolute in writng for children is truth, something they know based on the lyrics, or vocabulary relating to their understanding, once we dip away to adult input, we love the children, they like truth in their fantasy. This a great opportunity, for I'm completely taken with the mystic side of the poetry, identifying of how there is a place, a sense of being for every living thing, and you capture the essence of that so well here, your Granddaughter is so fortunate to have Gram, the srtist, the in love person, who acknowledges so freely that life can be, and is a fantasy, just depends on the reader to become completely engulfed in the story, and excellent presentation. In other words this cosmic being is completely in love with your poem. Love ya, Jo	2004-03-07 08:46:23
I am a lighthouse	marilyn terwilleger	Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn, this is absolutely wonderful, and comfortable, to know that metaphorical Lighthouse is always present. In the case of your poem, presented in romantic, and reassuring light, yet so true for the real feature of a lighthouse, but also the Belief in a higher being to always light the way, to be a beacon, just all we have to do is trust, and believe in the love of God. So you present in very wonderful linguists terms, using all the great points of poetry writing. Marilyn your growth has been so grand, you have literally jumped the moon, and you accomplish in this poem all the strong suits of writing poetry and more, you capture the imigination, and it's a pleasure to end the month being able to at least comment. Wonderful, keep reaching for the moon, it's always a pleasure to read your wonderful poems, and you've just grown, and grown. I hope this poem does so well this month, just wish I had more voting power to help, but in my small way you know how appreciative I am to read your fine poetry. Congratulations. The love, understanding, and communication skill become such a part of the maturation with age, and this poem more then proves the point...Love, Jo	2004-03-02 10:27:57
A Growing Appetite for Spring	Joanne M Uppendahl	Oh Yea! you really caught and played off the essence of many life forms in this poem, each quatrain speaks of something familar with another, yet each quatrain wraps up winter, and lands us into mesmerizing a warmer, more visual beauty, other then the stark whie, and reminder of the cold of winter. Honestly Joanne, you don't leave much room that warrants a critique, your poems just ask for input on the cause and effect each reminder you write of, affects our senses, our emotion, and allows each reader to wander in all you provide in your poetry. Having been here for three years I know of your growth as a writer, and I marvel that you maintain such outstanding ability. I won't stop reading, just don't stop writing, maybe some of us need these poems to anchor us down, yet allow us flight, maybe fantasy that borders on the reality, I don't know, and I'm not learnerd enough to state with absolute understanding of the language, all I can do, is tell you how your poetry affects me personally, and put me at peace, and makes each day a little easier to get through. So much talent, deserves more then my meager words bestow on it, just don't enough stop writing...Wonderful, now which poem should I vote for, they have all been excellent....Love ya, take care always, Jo Mo	2004-02-27 16:53:29
Closer to Far Away	Joanne M Uppendahl	Hi Joanne, I was so relieved when Nasa reversed their intention of not upkeeping the Hubble, and have now decided that maintenance is going to take place. What a loss it would have been for humankind, the Hubble provided so many visuals we knew nothing off, regardless if it as a dot in a field of similar dots, it served us well, and has much more to offer, so I'm just trying to say I'm relieved, if we can pur billions into countries right here, what a shame it would have been to sacrifice such a glorious eye..... The poem is wonderful of course, once again you capture not just a visual, but the sensation of exploration, it reads wonderfully smooth, and of course your choice of linguists, is as fresh as any new horizon the hubble may be spying right at this moment. Better I think to look through this marvelous tool, then ask those willing to take space exploration to heart that they will be on a journey they will never return from, why sacrifice man, when brilliant tools like the Hubble offer a better, more defined view, that allows may to see the results. Anyway the poem, brilliantly written, along with your grafic approach, a little bit of eploration there I think, that you've allowed yourself out of the box, and are will to presnt graphics that allow the reader a visual that your words may elude for them. Wonderful, just what I needed a topic away from the ugliness of the workings of our current world. Wish I were one of the lens of the hubble seeing with such clarity the beauty of the universe, and to also see new vistas. One of these days I'll soar like and Angel, and see for myself, meanwhile poems like this inspire my imagination, and are always welcome to take part in....great job......Love, Jo	2004-02-17 19:32:49
japanese verse 40 (Petals)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Lovely Valentine Greeting Erzahl. As many times before your haihu is presented in the proper style, each line wonderfully supports the whole poem, the middle line is the theme of chasity, and presents very nicely. An enjoyable poem once again, and there isn't anything I could even begin to suggest. You are the master of Haiku here on TPL, and as such your poems are meant for complete enjoyable and understanding. Very appropriate to commerate the day of lovers, wonderful staged and easy to ingest. Best, and don't ever quit writing....Highest regards, you don't need me to critique that which I feel is perfect....Regards, Jo Morgan	2004-02-16 21:48:11
One Just Bell	Rick Barnes	Hi Rick, nice clarity, and wonderfully smooth cadence, and the message. One many pray for, yet we are segmented, and can't, or don't able to combine the whole. It's wonderful that some fee comfortable in their nitch of acceptance, but as the symbolic resonance of the bell proclaims, when is, if ever, that single peal going to ring that see and acknowledges all aspects of what should be. I can't suggest anything, I'm taken with the projection, and values this poem strives for, as such I'm always willing to accept something as well written as this, as the gospel, if you will. Tghe total goodness that speaks of all the masses. It's lovely, and a fine testimony to the value system that should prevail. The bell should toll for all, not just select groups, or segmented parts, instead of the whole. Well written, enjoyable to see others valvues mirror where I come from....lovely submission, Best always, Jo Morgan	2004-02-15 22:45:54
Neuter Allegiance	Mell W. Morris	No Kidding Mell, this poem says it all. I also constantly await the leader who is willing to consoder the people (all people), rather then speaking falsely, telling us they care, they love us, and have our concerns at hand. All I seem to hear is lies, and false truths, that enable these politicans to gain their way, to emphasise making more money, and giving breaks to those that have, while stripping away the rights of those that do not have. A cast system for sure. None have proven that they willspeak and sacrifice in behalf of those that struggle. What we have in office right nowis proof positive that we are the dupes in this system. Like you I'm weary of hearing tall tails, and seeing the little guy sacrificed for what, money, money, money. No human quality and yet they prosepose that agape love, false and uncaring really. It's been so long dince we've had true leaders that I doubt the American public is capable of see the tree for the forest. Each new sections, vote, political debate I see false, I see bright, chipper, false facades, that fade away as soon as power is given. God, I hate these periods of falseness, of being force fed lines, sometimes I wish those that have been assinated where still here, we have so few that speak in the behalf of all, it's so false, and un-needed wars only take the gems of youth from us, the war mongers who only gain what they want are the winners. Viet Nam more then proved that, so much sacrificed for what, and the lies, and falsehood, and agape love is believed by the masses, and they put the wrong people in charge, that group that like the power. Oh, they talk a good story, but the purpose is only to achieve what they want for the shaste system, not us.....the truth hurts. The poem says it well, the projection and thrust is excellent, and the vocabulary is so appropriate...great job. Love friend/girl, Jo	2004-02-14 20:32:47
Then I'll Dance With Dragonflies	Joanne M Uppendahl	This is cute Joanne, rather peaceful in its proclamination. I like the concept of dancing with dragonflies. Each season comes and goes, as the wind blows so do we, either in communion with the environment, or absolutely alone. Love the picture you drew here with your dialogue. Don't even consider this a critique, just a comment on the peacefulness this poem afforded me, especially now, when everything seems out of wack, I guess It brings back those simple thoughts when we communicated with nature, not like now where everything becomes a topic of discussion, the pros and cons dependently who whoes presenting the argument. Why can't we be at peace? why such dissestion about everything, your poem really brings into focus the surety of nature, that you take mankind off the earth all these creatures, flora and fona will still florish. The simply facts of life's cycle, why do we fight the goodness that is there for us to relish, why do we create such ugliness? It's bigger then me, but a poem like this soothes the savage breast, if you allow it to. Again you write with the energy I don't have any longer, but I'm glad there are poet's such as you to do what so many of us like, relish our surroundings, and appreciate the beauty that is there. Once again you have done it.....excellent....Love, Jo	2004-02-12 18:11:29
Dirt Devil	marilyn terwilleger	wow! talk about leaving the reader with a picture, this poem, your usuage of linguists, all framed in what one would consider the arrid plains, neat picture. As I rolls across that region I was struck with the difference in how the Northeast looks, all the beautiful greens, fauna, and sparkling fresh water ponds, that scenic wonder I grew up in, so as the bus stopped at different spots one could look to the horizon, so dry, that tumbleweeds doing as you described, the dust devil is something I never say first hand, but listening to different takes on the area, there isn't any doubt in my mind you caught the full essence in this poem. Guess I'm too much a yankee, I take the woods, and the differnt hues of green, the sparkling, refreshing of brooks, ponds and lake. All in all you certainly captured the essence of that region artfully, using wonderful descriptives, and throughly made this poem an interesting read, and subject matter to contemplate, great job Marilyn. Congratulations on your finish for January, well deserved. Best regards, Love, Jo	2004-02-09 12:42:09
Every Poem An Autograph	Mell W. Morris	Neat composition Mell, it's all true, life is indelible, all those fractured pictures of a past we encompass in poetry is an autograph of maybe our alter ego's trying to relive a pleasant memory of a picture frozen in time, or contrar, it drives the hurful memories onto paper to relieve the hurt, many aspects of what comprises our personalities are rememberances of times past, each one indeed an autogrraphy. Now will you believe me when I say you belong to the top spot that it's not a put on, but an evaluation of an artists skill to paint so vavidly for the readership, and that skill extends to your formats, of course the use of vocabulary, written in excellenty poetry phrases. Just as this poem doe, profound thoughts related in poetic form. It all makes sense, and you are not trapped inside a box, but a free thinker that uses the art form so brilliantly. Excellent writing always receives acclaim, and I'm proud you continue to surpass the norm, and share these inward memories, for in them much of the readship can identify. It flows from your pen, you are indeed fortunant that God graced you with this skill....of course I love the intent, the presentation, and the easy read for understanding, and I know you don't feel well, and yet you surpass......wonderful, Love friend/girl, Jo	2004-02-09 11:29:58
Love As A Postcard	Rick Barnes	Hi Rick, Very melodic (even though sad in many ways), you managed nicely once again to grab the heartstrings. You strung out the linguists enough that no doubt this poem would catch many, remembering how, there have been the wishful thinking, laid out so nicely in poetic form. Sorry I havn't been able to respond earlier, but by the time I initially read this poem my senses went to my lastest friendship, which could have been much more, both of us a product of many years in relationships that made it impossible to even consider, but I felt as if in the end I had received a post card, there one minute, gone another. Was it wishful thinking? Could be, but your poems caused great reflection for me. Adjustments in life are like breating, you just do it, but boy I was the relationship had been more then just a post card. I guess this poem in all ways affects the sensations, yet I havn't ever read anything you've posted that hasn't affects the senses, in the full extreme of the word....Good poem Rick, against a part of your romantic, wishful side, and the big question, WHY? didn't it work out....Good luck luck always, Jo	2004-02-02 17:33:42
Porcelain Dolls	Debbie L Fischer	Hi Debbie, I think this poem speaks volumns, it contains the residule effect of the hurt, in that, this many years past, it's remains attached to memories. Justified, Mom wasn't to pick out for the other what she knew they would adore, to just providethat expedient gift from the dime store. Very emotionally written Debbie, it contains all the sensations of lingering hurt, for you to sit and compose this poem I think indicates how really soully you were effect. Damn life, and lousy memories, not being the oldest or youngest I felt excluded sometimes, to see Prinecc favors showed on my Sister, and favortism heaped on my older Bother, it was then I think that the ID of me was formed, the principle I would never do that to anyone, so in a way a heck of a life lesson, never to beforgetton. Could be your expression so well written, simple, with linguists anyone would understand. As such it rates highly. Hurt as a child even unintentional stays with the child through their life, thus molding the Character, to be stron and compassionate, or to secrete the hurt all these years. You made the poem work, and it carries all the sensations in the world, so it throughly enjoyable. Thanks for sharing....Best regards, Jo Mo	2004-01-30 17:53:58
japanese verse 38 (Seahorse)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Neat O Erzahl, in an word perfect once again, you manage so neatly to cover the aspect of the Seahorse. Strong, rugged, enduring, living, going on.......... Not much one can comment on, I see you've received many responses, as a result you wern't even on my list. So I retrieved the possible for the all poems list, but no way could I coment. I can picture the undercurrents in the seas, shifting and challenged this little creature, but they are one of the most enduring sea creatures. You did a wonderful job staying withing the constraints of the stle, but then you always do....as such very entertaining to enjoy, and I di. Best to you always, Jo Mo	2004-01-28 16:08:35
Tentacles	Regis L Chapman	Hi Regis, I read your posting on the forum about critiquing longer poem. Many points apply here, time constraints, the ability to decren exactly if the poet has stayed within the context of the intent of the poem. Longer poems are difficult to critique in a way, I guess to say making the point of the intent, in the sharpest, most concise manner probably would shorten a piece to the degree that it might be a distraction for the poet to attempt saying it other then what he/she has written. There isn't any doubt in my mind this poem relates to the passing of time, and all the changes it's taken for us to arrive at this point, keeping in mind you are writing of the approach by a varience of individuals to express in the manner of poetry. You're right of course, my brain thust automatically related to all the validity your poem pointing out. Realistically the intent might e a little to seep for the average reader, the brain in each of us, is that different, basically I look for honestly of thrust to carry the intent, I do prefer shorter poetry using the most concise presentation, so of us are rather long winded, and boy we're rushing around to get to who know where. Maybe the dept of poetry now a days is proof positive that we're all in flux, yet when someone writes with a shortened concise, using proper language, inclusing vocabulary to make their point, part of the rush, rush, rush of this particular era in the developement of civilization. Yet in your note you know that statistics (forumla) if you will can accomplish with symolism the whole pictutre of whatever needs discussion, like Logic proves, true or false, valid or invalid, the simplest form to understanding points. Net field you were in, and I can understand your question. You laid of nicely strong points, using the shortest form of expression, just it created a longer then usual poem. I hope this helps, formulas, expression using the best tools (expression) possible sometimes takes the thrust of what the poet intended, the only way he/she could state it has been exactly what your poem covers. I enjoyed reading it a lot, and my instincts told me it was a compilation of all the diversified personalities who write poety, the need to express. Good luck Reeg..........................	2004-01-28 15:38:13
Falling in Love with Food (revised)	Mick Fraser	Hi Mick, It reads like a song, right from the first glimpse it had that cadence that comes with lyrics written to a specific tune. Aside from the writing Mick I have to tell you that I roared when I read this, truthful, to the 9th degree, humerous, and catch, you better believe. Mostly though I'm really affected with your dialogue, my Lord, how funny can a humor poem be? It's been a while since anyone created anything that brings instant laughter, we use to have a couple of poets that wrote with humor, and wrote easily enchantanting the audience. This poem easily fits that mode, and it's so nice to see something posted that tickles the funny bone. So it's definately a winner in my book. Write more, you could develope a real following with poems like this. Living in the dread and gloom, bad news, killing, bad decisions it's a lot of fun to finally read humor, and you string your dialogue in such a way, that you automatically created the rhythm of this poem, good job, so entertaining....Best of Luck Irish I really enjoyed this neat little ditty....Jo Morgan	2004-01-28 06:00:27
I Must Go Down To The Sea Again	Mell W. Morris	Grand linguistics as usual, you never disappoin, never really do. I'm stuck with all engulfing embrace of this poem, the sea mystifies, is unique to itself, in it's poer, but also in the gracefulness your words display here. I'm really having a difficult time, but I hope I've been able to convey, that the embracement is all consuming, as is this poem. Mell you get deep with each submission, and I fight with myself to understand each nuance you protray, this is merte sensation with the sea the canvas, and it's wonderful. The brain is not in sink with the rotations of the earth right now, I read all the poetry, trying to understand all the metaphors, and words placement, the projection the poet is trying to imbue the reader with, this poem is pure sensation, as such I wish I could once again experience the embrace you relate here. Sorry I could do better by you, but it's quite a struggle for me right now. Hope I've at least been able to tell you in my way, I understand the backdop, the analogy, and the lovliness of sensation. Sorry Friendgirl best I can do right now....Love, take care, wish I were coming to Texas for the Super Bowl, quite unable to of course, but you'll be constantly in my thoughts, wishing I could meet you personally....Love Jo	2004-01-21 23:35:53
Pickett's Charge	Ronda Michelle Nelson	Dear Rhonda, I have not had the opportunity to comment on any of your other submissions, to are like that figure that emerges from gray mist, recounting very poetically the reality of Picketts charge, and inclusive in this wonderful narrative, is the human factor, the decisions weighted on political need, it is about the best recounting I've ever read concerning Gettsburg. As a history buff, having visited Hettsburg I can honestly say this poem includes, the emotion, the sensation, and the poets ability to recall so vividly these many years later, the essence of how that one battle determined the Southern faith, and these many years later, the pride of decendents who knew of their ancestors bravery. For me it is complete, it reads very smoothly, and has every portic nuance, it's a wonderfully written historical narrative incorporating all the skills of an excellently written poem. As I said I don't believe I've commented on any other possible submissions of yours, but with this ability you demonstrate I will surely search for any more submissions, for it was accurate, and contained, and held the interest of this reader, and I throughly enjoyed the encounter with your poem. Wonderful, a poem I won't be forgetting...Good luck and give us more, Joanne Morgan	2004-01-16 15:44:44
Shadow's last sigh	marilyn terwilleger	This poem is so lyrical. Of course your speaking of my fravorite time of the day, and your selection of grammer is so quieting, and presents that comfortable glowing sense, the one time of the day each of us can go deeply into ourselves, no noise, nor pressure, just the quiet, prented so well, the cadence, and rhyme is excellent, not forced, the tercets are simply prented, and it allows that comfort zone to engulf my senses at least, it's beautiful, and throughly enjoyed, and to me the prefection with all your well strung descriptives, very, very strong, but soft presentation. Never cease to amaze me, from where came as a newbie, to a wonderful poetress. Congratulations, if the contest means anything, the best of luck, but in any case the poem to me is mafnificent. Love from the frigid Northeast, the poem picked up my spirit, it's the peacefulness, always sought, but sometimes eludes us. You did a great job, love it. Love and God Bless, Jo ( I can't get over the descriptives capturing the full essence, just had to throw that in, for a poem strikes my senses, I feel the full essence of it, and this poem really does that.	2004-01-15 15:40:56
Love Me This Way	DeniMari Z.	You know DeniMari, I can't possible give a critique that is negetive, or even would make suggestions for any improvements you may consider, there isn't anything written that over a period could use tweaking, that's what the finese of writing is. Let me speak of cadence, along with the philosophy of this poem, as it stands it has all the positive impacts on a reader it should have, it's soft, and alluring, and carries the message of honest bonded committment, so as it's projection you've managed nicely to carry the intent of the body of the poem, it's quite lovely, and speaks I believe to anyone that is looking for an idealic union, to death, why allow bumps in the road of life to destroy the basis of what a true relationship is, no bondage, just shared committment and compassion for a soulmate. So you've projected wonderfully, in a cadence in reading the poem that has great appeal. Maybe you'll find a voice that tweaks it into what you consider perfection. From my point of view I accept the writer message, and gut reaction to the effect of the poem is what moves my senses, and to me you have a wonderful basis for a poem that's very lovely, and enjoyable to read, that causes retrospection in every reader that truly understans shared union...yes it's quite lovely. If you choose to polish this submission in some way, I wold take in your words, and acknowledge that a true writer is their own worst critic after enough time has passed, but noone can offer a change in this philosophy, it's very lovely. Maube some of those experts who are language art experts may suggest what are considered improvements, but the poem as it stand is based on emotional dreams, and all of us seek idealistic relationships, that endure, and are shared as equal partners. I love the projection, your choice of grammer, and the wonderful seeking of a union...very lovely indeed...Best regards, Joanne Morgan (JoMo)	2004-01-13 14:31:17
A Life Sentence	Mell W. Morris	My Lord Mell, this cuts close to the bone, your descriptive of youth captured by a place and time, one would think that eventually a measure of person freedom and space would offer respite, but as your poems that's not the way it works, does it, that inborne compassion, the gentle hope for some small gesture of an acceptance that nver comes, but standing in principle based on a love never acknowledged, we are and become cative audiences. The difference between youth and adulthood, is the realization and understand all the drawbacks that eventually turn us into the adults we become, and we ride out the storm of a standoffish parents, and really understand movation, we are all products of our upbringing, and never lose sight of the compassion and understanding that to ultimately live in peace and tranquility means sacrifice. To me this poem is proof positive, that regardless of family there is always disfunction, but we become trapped, and respond accordingly to the needs of an elderly parent, who can't change ways, yet we stick it out, hoping to the end there is an intimate time that the parent acknowledges the cause and effect. Some make the the ultimate ytansition, some never do. You write from the heart, you've dealt realistically with circumstance, never the less that form of rejection sometimes is never resolved, one wonders at the thought process, the awareness that should be a part of a life package, why some get it, and others can't break down the barriers of their own past prisioner status. The child makes the gesture, the child eventually will be able to be at peace, all lives end, some end more peacefully then others, sometimes we're our own worst enemies. Strong poem Mell, contains the right measure of all the human emotions that one can go through from youth to adulthood, and the acceptance that the void will never be filled. You write with such wonderful projection, your poems deal honestly with all manner of subject matter, I would say, for a Hippie, you have it all together, but my point of vuiew I always will wonder why it took my Mother, until the year before she died, to actually open up and speak of the malfunctions in her life, with a disfunctional family determined what tact she would adopt, and how long it took her to realize, I think always at the expense of the child, and in retrospect, how inane it was that people become products of the force of character of those relative that came before. Life is too short, not to be and adopt a quieter acceptance, and not let past interfer with personal growth, to the point it accets the upcoming generation. You're a strong Lady my friend, and your writing projects such honest acceptance of fact, and your ability to relate it, in such wonderful poetic form. Hope you're well, hope it's warmer weather for you then it is here, for it makes me house bound, and I'm chomping at Spring, to once again spread my wings, it's so darn cold here, not enjoyable at all, and all of January so far has been just plain depressing. Keep writing Mell, your ability of proclaim is great appreciated by many, a definate plus to TPL since you joined us. Love and best wishes, Jo (still like your ability to use linguists, it's really something to behold.)	2004-01-13 08:38:15
The Card	Michael Bird	What a beautiful card, that encompasses so much of persons long dead, but who at the time of mortal existence felt that pain of losing the bright star that shone in their lives. Wonderfully written description of the loveliest card, the incorporated rhyme, strikes a lyyrical spiritual rhythm, it's almost as if the finding of the card was a part of the written text intended for your life's blood. Your rhyme isn't sappy, it application allows the read to feel the love the pain, the committment, once a situition as finding the card becomes a part of the writer, and the whole lyrical piece is projected with a very quiet, respectful rememberance. This poem Michael speaks a lot of the writers spritual, and emotional makeup, as such it's a highly remarkable poem that strikes at the emotional cord, no matter the time frame, families loved, and pained at so grevious a loss. lucky you found the card, to preserve the memory of people long gone. The irony uis that even today these situition envole, and regardless of the time frame, we are all emotional beings. Your entry is wonderful, straight foreward, honest and full of spiritual emotions. I just lost my last Aunt, she passed away two days ago, and had her final funeral Mass and burial today, so the poem has affected my emotional makeup in a way that causes the eyes to stink with tears that come voluntarily, very emotional, but wonderful tribute you shared here. Absolutely wonderful..Best regards always, Jo Morgan	2004-01-12 18:02:30
Her Looking Glass	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, you really affected me emotionally when I read this poem, for quite truthfully in wonderful poetic form, you sucessfully describe the despair that becomes part of the counternance when someone loses a soulmate, at first adjustment and acceptance of the inevtible form, and give a purpose to the survival, but your right eventually that looking glass displays something that only one who has lost that most soulmate connection, broken, eventually the breakage of the relationship through death, for those so emotionally tied to a life partner lost, part of the spirit that comprised an individal is effected, it shouws in the metaphoric mirror, which always tells the eventual truth. Painful to read, and identify with, but also the reality of the scenario are wonderfully described, bring out the emotional aspects of the long term loss, it drains, and it pains, and the lonliness is only a shared experience for those that would deeply identify with your lyrics, so for me it screams the truth, brings forth that visial countenance that is apparent to the spouse that has to live their life alone, in a way one feels abandoned, of the reality of the death is there, the pain however, the lonliness is really only know by those that shared actual knowledge. So for me the poem is the truth, with the living, breathing, seeing aspect of our persona reflected through the looking glass. Again very concise, written by someone who really knows, as such a finished, complete thought that has emotion and feeling. Very lonesome indeed, we may go on, but it's always on a different plane, level of understanding, the poems cover it all brilliantly. Always best regards, Love Jo	2004-01-12 07:24:16
The Stoop	Mell W. Morris	Hellsn Bells Mell, Some of this brilliant color would warm the cocklers of this chilled heart. Your lurical qualities are not surpassed by any pOET IN tpl'S fAMILY OF POETS. qUITE SERIOUSLY I READ THIS SUBMISSION FOR DAYS NOW, AND WITH ONE DAY LEFT DECIDED THAT i JUST HAVE TO COME UP WITH THE ENERGY AND AT LEAST LET YOU KNOW, YOUR SKILLS BECOME MORE BEAUTIFUL WITH EACH SUBMISSION, AND THIS POEM IS NOT LACKING ANY OF THE QUALITIES I ALWAYS COMMEND YOU ON EACH MONTH. Slippin in and out of case priority I feel I have to bid adieu for now, before I wanr unsuccessful here. Like polished gem stones that capture the radiance and soft allure of the sun, very brilliant in mine eyes. I'm alright, just super tired all the time, the old ticker isn't pumping enough oxygen to feed this staved, and aging fragments of a body once what it no longer is. Good luck, I'll always toss the die in your favor, hands down, even on your most mundane day, of which this isn't one. Love, Jo	2004-01-07 13:48:22
Visions of Yesterday	Claire H. Currier	To me wonderful metaphor relating to emotional sensation, along with the lake, and crystal diamonds. Forty years gone, but not the memory, of the enraptured dreams of a Lady, who is withdrawing into her individual inner porch. No young person quite knows yet of all these sensations, for they drift on the outside, actually thinking there is a lot of time left, when life has been experienced, it is the glorious memories that sustain, as we wait. I really think in many ways we recede to the past to the fulfillment of a brilliant foundation, then dreams are always as real as you relate with regards to your Mom at 92. Lovely Claire, and a beautiful sembelance of sensation is caught in your lyrics. Yes, I think I understand, even 28 years younger, for it is the clarity of the memories that caotuture the essence of us, and who better to understand then a daughter who loves freely, and gives of herhelf to see her Mother remains safe. Maybe both of you look out from that porch, your inner sanctum, and remember. Lovely Claire, it comes together so nicely you convey a lot of personal sensation relating to your Mom's memories, betcha there are smells that flood her senses in conjunction with the memories, but only she really knows. Lovely, would I pray my daugher remembers me thus, then my worth as a woman, Mother, wife, waiting to rejoin is articulated as well as your poem. God Bless yourMom, and you Claire, only when someone truly loves can they sacrifice. Happy New Year, and may each day be a peacful memories for your Mom...Love, Jo Morgan	2003-12-30 14:46:35
Christmas in Texas	Mell W. Morris	Greetings from Texas are as cute as they can be, expect to see the musical score planted under my tree, now maybe the heat, and misatoe grow wild that's sure, what diff I say we all in the score, y'all are funny to honor Him so, and a big smile must have crossed his lips tis so. Hawaii, California, where Palm trees sway, were warm and difficult that first Christmas Day, when being raised in snow, and frigid cold, the sounds of Carolers still ring in this ole soul, so no diff you see, we're are from the same Family Tree. Thanks Mell, you hit my funny bone, it's cute, but I didn't the undertone of how Christmas is for Christ, so once again with a quick ditty you entertain, and make each individual feel special. A Bless and comfortable Christmas Friend girl, please keep me posted about developments I think of you always. A companion in caring Mell, who enjoys the communication with my Texas friend, drawl and all...Heh Heh, you mase my night, feel a hundred percent better, of course I'm sitting down, the test comes when standing upright and trying to walk any distance at all. It's been five weeks with the shoulder, and each day it gets easier and easier, and the pain and discomfort is managable. Don't worry I'm fine. I was tickled yesterday Debbie Spicer sent me a card that she made and included the most recent picture of herself, after her stomach by-pass, I was seeing one vert attactive, and slim 50? year old, that alone made my Christmas spirit scvore. Unbelievable I'm so proud of her, she's fought her deoms and the sunlight is flooding her with a splender of brightness. Just felt I had to tell someone, but my Gosh what a difference. Now my Friend, keep me posted, I'm solidly in your corner, and if there is anything I can do please let me know, I'dgladly come to Texas to get away from this cold temp, and if it snows, well initially it's beautiful until the frist car tire hits it, or a wayward Dawg, happens to think it's his potty room, ha ha. Get well, PLEASE. Love Ya, Jo	2003-12-21 21:38:00
Establishing Vocabulary	Mell W. Morris	Each new submission raises the level of the reader to new levels of awareness, because each time you take us into the deeper well of concious thought, and if anyone has studied the cration of man, and how he developed his lexicon within the properities of the time frame he (she) existed in their time frame. Ideally you capture in the most exquiste linguists, that read like the rhythm of a musical score, and ask us to join you in a height of awareness, that ordinarly we just take for granted. never questioning the why, the when, the how come, yet each time your time frame of laying out scenarios is so accurate (An Aurt History major, with a minor in Humanaties), sets the stage for me with regard to how well you articulate. No doubt you are the truest most pure, mind provoking poet on this site, for you create Masterpieces, for me always a pleasure. You know of course I've been sidelined, but I've read, and reread your score, and I've worked diligently to a point where I became determined that I would, before the month ended, rise up about mere physical obstacles, and domy best to respond to your submissions, and that FriendGirl is all I'm trying to accomplish. Absolutely enthralling, and a pleasure as usual, youalways make my day, my week, my month and you have suceed brilliantly once again. There is one thought I have, your choice of Titles, it seems to fall short the masterpiece you create with your linguistic, musical ability. I read you simply your name is enough to entice me, but I wonder if you applied that same ability to some of your titles if that wouldn't create a broarder color swipe, as your pen does with your descriptive. I go out on a limb here, for ordinarly I don't like negetive suggustions, mostly never with you, but I couldn't help but wonder, why you are so cautious with your choice (knowing your linguistic ability), you wouldn't lose any your readership you know, and it's somewhat like coming ouide that box of comfort you have developed with your musically and wonderfully stated poem. Love, and The Merriest Christmas eer, like the Dove of peace, spread your wings and become the most absolute, daring, and exciting writer that you demonstrate with your poems, as you robably did with your book writing, you're tready you know. Love always, Jo	2003-12-20 19:34:43
Haiku	Drenda D. Cooper	Very nice, reflective, and the truth emeshed in the proper count, the cadence is great, but most of all the way you present the mirror reflecting, and repeating what happens in time. Really concerning all of life's heartbeats. My favorite saysing is we're just a shadow in time, so I found this haiku excellent. Wish I could type more, but it's very difficult at this time, just to comment and say you have the complete thought here, especially like the use of the morror which records All in time. Lovely and very enjoyable Drenda. Love and best wishes, Jo Mo	2003-12-02 21:34:10
Tsa-ga-gla-tal	Joanne M Uppendahl	Hi Joanne, Limited ability with typing, but I wanted to comment at lease. I love t he Indian flavor of the speech encased in your words. My mind draw a sembelance to how the November Moon does keep watch as most of the animals that hibrinate do exactly as stated in the poem. I see trees bared of leaves, and a stillness that seems to rumbled just under the surface, facing this moon, brilliant in it's light, does keep watch. It5's a drastic change from the liveliness of all animal and fauna activity, taking a break, to sleep and wait it out. Somewhat like I'm doing myself right now. But I had to comment, this a close proximity to a poem you posted earlier with the same Indian flavor which I enjoyed as well. Have to run, the arm is hurting badly, sorry this is so short....Love Jo	2003-12-02 16:21:21
The Other Side	Mell W. Morris	Dearest Mell, Your dreams are wonderful, the romantic nature of the thrust of this poem show you to be a true romantic. I too, love the older wooden bridges, the age growth of vines, that caress it's foundation mesmerize and draw one to wonder who were the men who built this span, where each board shimmies when rolled over. The quality of recollection is marvelously encased in the great use of descriptives, as the flow is sooth, and lends to the romantic, of a time that was, that won't be again, likethe enduring sturdiness of these bridges (and there are many in evidence right in my area if one leaes the main road to traverse the back roads). Love it of course, you outdoyourself in the craftniess of writing poetry, but you mainatain the wonderful vocabulary. There isn't anything I can suggest, just read and enjoy and onece again provide a limted comment. (this month has been very difficult to critique, shoulder aches, pain pills I dislike so I go without and take tylenol instead, narcotic give me bananas, and make me break out in hives, so bettwer without). Did want to comment and tell you how enjoyable the subject is, and your proclaimination and project is perfect, and once again a most highly enjoyable read. Love always Friend.Girl, Jo	2003-11-30 08:12:10
Missing	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marlyn, Really like how you incorporated the rhyme, it all reads so smoothly. Yes, missed all the time, no particular day or circumstance, miss one the smallest words can can speak columns.. Your certainly touched my heart, made me hold my breath as I easily identified with the movement this poem created, miss him, yes, yes, yes. Could use the soft stroking hand over my shoulder and arms, just that hug that let me know he was there. The Holidays are always difficult, my companion of inner secretas, not even spoken but felt,this poem more then asaquately speaks for me. Wish I could type more, but ity's like hot pokers being shoved into the should and arm to try and continue. This widow thanks you for saying how much, every minute of our existence was based on our foundation, and that is gone, and at times can really make a person pretty morose, and sad, it would be a much happier existence with him here. Wonderful soft spoken, truthly and simply stated. Have the Happiwat Thanksgiving ever, sourround yourself if glorious memories and you will feel his arms arounf you.....Love, Jo Morgan	2003-11-26 16:57:28
Be Silent	Debbie Spicer	WONDERFUL, PEACE REIGNS SUPREME, what once was is no longer.Realse of controlling mrmories that no longer haunt, wonderful to hear this new life's philsophy. Your words flow, as slight wind blows, those rays of suneshinshine radiiant through this poem. The peace has come to you finally, and I can tell throughout this wonderful [poem that all these sesations atre heartfelt. Wonderful flow, ib a beautifully crafted piece of yourself. Peace finally allowing you the respite from all the personal hurty, it"s such a relief for me to share in with yoy. Your ray of sunlight is finally afornuing your too kind heart and soul. Sorry this is short but just this much has taken me an hour to type left handed, which I am not. Love the quietness and peace that sine through your words. Had to comment no matter what the poem is such a great start to the new Debbie, Love Jo	2003-11-18 16:54:43
japanese verse 30 (Vulture)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Hi Erzahl, well this is an interesting haiku, the majority use of the letter "v' is strong, you choose such strong descriptive words to tantalize the reader, ending in villian, vandalizing, cadaver, with only one conjunctive word "in", wow, amazing. As I sit here typing this, seeing the haiku in front of me you stayed so well withing the framework of expectation. Yo me each descriptive in conjunction with the sequence creates a strong visual image, without even you explaining the intent in the title, there is any other creature that would meet these descriptives other then a vulture. So was it expressive enough to paint a picture in words, can't get over the usage of just "v's", so unique, and it's amazing you can create these haiku. Congratulations on another better then even constructed haiku. You did it again....Best always, Jo Morgan	2003-11-10 12:11:32
Watermarks	Mell W. Morris	Hi Friend/Girl, Hmmm interesting, don't know what or who the challenge is, or what it may consist of. Had to go to reference to find the orgin of the work palimpset, in your submission I take it as a summination of how glories the tactile senses are atuned to feeling finely embossed, and engraved parchments, which can cover a wide specture of possibilities, if in going though a genealogical serch of past records retained in that office overlooking the river, it is the connector between all the past, and his present endevors, mostly in relationship to family? I find the poem well written (as usual), at it spurred the brain into looking for the logic, but I'm afraid this time it's alluded me. I'm breaking a promise I made to myself that I wouldn't comment on any poems this month, and just watch the flow of the site, is there full diversity of thinking what are the best of the month, or is the voting based on the name of the poet, just a interesting question I have, the poems I voted for, rated hight in the top five, but not in the order I would have choosen. I guess it's just a way of clarification for me, noone who placed this month disappointed me, but is there there parity in the vote, or do a few swing so much weight they negate anyone elses vote. Just maybe the dispersing of voting power for individuals is titled, and we need to come up with a better voting sequence. Yep, a little disenchanted with the sytem, but it's a question that has been raised for many months. Anyway enough politics, and back to you poem, who is the challenge with, and what does it consist of, mind telling me? Love always, Jo	2003-11-10 08:29:53
Colors of Aah!	Donna L. Dean	Love the analogy of the pink pearl in a bottle of olive oil, not a quick process, for the oil is tick, so the analogy of the sun setting fits so well. Plus love the glistening of the oil as the beautiful of a pink peal settles. Nice and restful to imagine. Yes Butterflies, mesmerize us all, all your descriptives are the same insect with the minute differences one would ponder about, wondering where they go, are they ultimately joined, as they flitter in the known flight of these beactiful animals, that amaze and once again cause a peaceful countance. Their jack o latern coloros along with the beautiful fall leaves as described are soothing, the whole poem is soothing, for it speaks of love doesn't it. Dreaming of your dark brown irises summs up so well the peace in a relationship, as does the whole poems leading to this wonderful ending two lines. Love makes the world go round, and this poem leads us all to the great sensations and anticipation. Bed of colorful fall leaves, another great analogy to the dreaming process, wishes for that special love. Right or wrong Donna, I'm in a mushy mood, fully intune with all your wonderful descriptives. Just wish I had this to look foreward to, it's very loving, warm and soothing. Best luck I love the poem, or I wouldn't have responded to it. Best always, sorry I'm so late with this review......Jo Morgan	2003-11-05 16:00:11
japanese verse 29 (Breeze)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Oh Erzahl, in this haiku you catch the fanciful pleasure of a wonderful sensation, the feeling sensation is completely captured in your selection and place of very descritive words, that literally make the leaves dance on the trees, the breeze rippling the body sensation not only of the wind tickling the trees (which by the way is so charming a turn of phrasing). With the haiki you bring out not only the visual images, but you personalize the trees, the leaves, the wind. It has to be the brightest, lightest and most honestly descriptive where you capture not only the format, but the presensation is excellent, leaving the reader to sit and imagine all those times of laying in the grass, and musing about these eartly wondoners, wondering is the trees, the leave the breeze feel, you just answered my questions with this wonder. Throughly enjoyable. On this rough day of being physically out of balance, you managed to nicely to capture a spirit of longing, for the brightness of those days past. You just encapsulated all my memories with this gem. It's absolutely wonderful, and you deserve Kudos on this one, you really do. My best regards, and I love it, I truly do....Jo Morgan	2003-11-03 14:02:46
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