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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Joanne Duval Morgan	Critique Date
The Hand that Fills Your Cup	Joanne M Uppendahl	Revised yes, however this version pared down, presenting more of the individual bird's personality is very charming, itallws the reader to envision what was seen, felt and heard. Harving liked the first posting, this is a trim lined version, that makes the scence so real, right to the observer, so as such this newer version deserves accolades, and a place on the listing, as such I'll not try to go into detail, your writing skill, tested and true can't go wrong. Besides I feel I feel like crap, but I wanted you to know I read, I throughly enjoyed, and appreciate.	2004-08-23 00:29:40
japanese verse 57 (Photographs)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	past, moment, keep, how much better could three lines give a thumbsnail scetch (pun) of photographs, or pictures as we here in the States think of memories these pictures bring. Not a haiku count, doesn't matter, it doesn't deal with nature, but more then acceptable in Western style, and Erzahl a neat job, especially when one thinks of such a common thing, something, most of the time we take for granted. Like it, and its projection, and a great job of presenting a total image of the intent. Been a while, usually you post before this point of any month, but reassuring to see your name. Best of luck, Jo Morgan	2004-08-22 14:25:43
America	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, No tinkering from me, this poem stands as is. You may think you're suffering from a dry spell. Let me reassure you however, you arn't! I have dry spells, others do, as they say the muse has died. He didn't die here. Moreso I love the tone of this poem. Without trying to go into any poetic terms, as I have to say, it is wonderful. Your tone is excellent, the cadence, easy to read and digest. I love the way that you managed to present a glowing pallet of all the beauty that God created, it more then adaquately paints a lovely picture, and is patriotic in its presention, without being redundant, and sickening. You managed nicely for those that bother to seem the roses, to see what grows with the roses, and your linguists is so well applied. To this Former Marine, it serves very strongly of why I spent time in the Military, not just wars, and adversity, but what God created, how can that be wrong. I'm sorry I'm rather short in my comments, however this poem needs acknowledgement. I think of how different different parts of this country are, you go and remind me, how glorious is Gods creation, not only that it speaks of American love, your love, my and many others. Excellent, your writing has really excelled, and it's wonderful to have shared in all with you. More, more of course..... Love, and God Bless, Jo Mo	2004-08-18 21:00:24
Lavender Luminance	Mell W. Morris	Hi Mell, Sorry I'm late with this. Of course I have to comment (that seems to be my nature, ha ha). Hells Bells, where do I start? Let's start with form, of corse there are stands in poetry, and some meet the form better then others. Guess that why I prefer free verse, freedom of a wider expression of self really, when one writes in a vague sense, presenting a scetch outline, well it leaves a lot to be sesired. Some are better at maintaining by presenting a strong opening, and maintaining the intent, and connecting the strong opening with an equally strong middle, and a super strong closing. I believe this not only is poetry but also and literary style choosen. I guess form, is the toughest to hold, either a person presents too scetchy a opening, nothing for the reader to hang onto, wheras as if form is upheld, the poem usually comes across, some more strong then others. That's why you successfully publish. I like the flavor, and the cadence (and of course vocabulary), of this poem. It, I believe is deep, the vocabulary different, but the life of it is like you, full of life. I can't even begin to tell you about this poem, it's exceptionally well written, and projected. I can not offer any suggestions, I just read and enjoy, and comment to something written well. Sorry this can't be longer, but my whole day has been lost in slumber, but I did at least want you to know I read, and enjoyed, and again marvel at your linguists. Love Friend/girl, you take really good care, God Bless. Jo Mo	2004-08-18 20:20:43
First Visit	Edwin John Krizek	Wow John talk about navvatives, it is, it is, it is. With one thing missing, in order to write like this you had to experience, so, saying that it meets the critera. However, Happy is a relative term in this case, you spend a great deal of energy convincing yourself, one part missing, are you really. No, not crazy, maybe ducking the issue, but ont crazy. Sure like the way you presented this, but especially taken with the last three lines. Looking for affirmation, for some to tell you your arn't crazy. Great emphasis where there should be, neat layout brings home your emphasis. Yes, you wrote convincingly, and took my interest. Glad I've been able to comment, impressive!! Joanne Morgan (First entry of yours I've commented on, let the opportunity to welcome you aboard. The link won't hurt because of you, fresh, new, invigorating.) Best wishes, and keep writing, enjoyable. Jo Mo (Joanne Morgan)	2004-08-18 18:03:45
The Rock of Heaven	Gene Dixon	Hi Gene, Have to comment on this warm, soft, alluring tribute to a child placed in a protective family by the Hand of the Creator. Can't but think this becomes a part of his legacy, and years from now it will have been saved by who knows what means, in a Baby book, or possibly placed in a frame. The poem speaks to me of the wonderous hand of Creation, and some day this now infant son, years from now will read this welcome and a special warm glo will infuse him with how wonderful people truly can be. You captured all the nuances necessary for a perfect rememberance. I imagine how tickled Mark and his family feel knowing you cared to share a portion of your warmth via this poem. It will become a treasure, and serve as a guide that even though our world seems topsy turvy in this time of his birth that there gestures of an inate goodness, and serve Peter a life's lesson. To me no better gift to last in time, really imarn't capable of these kind words. Good luck this month, but it really doesn't matter for the poem speaks on its own. Thanks for posting a poem that shows many people are capable of extending a warmth that defies this place in time. It consists of all the sensation and emotion, and I like free verse for it allows the writer lateral freedom to show a warm side. Best regards, and I'm sure Peter will know you personally and the family can see you in this poem. Jo Morgan	2004-08-13 05:53:28
The Great Divide	Rick Barnes	Hi Rick, Lovely, deciding, using the surface , the contours, the rivlet that will fill, emotions to be able to look at a life that needs a soulmate, to decide ultimately what the course of action that needs to be taken, to realize one needs a soulmate, I can't help but admire the tones you set in this poem (so much sensation), wow, impressive to be able to use modified terms that set the stage, wonderful, moving, convincing, a people poem of a higher degree, your use of surfaces and the actions is grand.A well phrased poem that allows the reader a shared experience dealing in comittment. A huge decision, for it means adjustment of concepts that will change because of the commitment. I'm really sorry Rick I can't think of appropriate poetry terms, but it doesn't matter the poem speaks for itself. I think it speaks to those that are honorable, and don't look for instant gratification, but a decison deep, made not in haste, the ultimate gesture to a woman, and what total commitment demands for a successful relationship. What more could a person ask for, there isn't a woman that doesn't pray for a relationship that will build a foundation, regardless of challenges. I sincerely hope my evaluation is correct, for that's what the poem says to me...very personal look, oh it would be wonderful to have that once again, but when a soulmate passes on like my husband, well it brings back, the fondestest most lobving relationship....no matter what we went into it together, it's nice that someone like you can write such an applicable poem that speaks to me, and I'll bet others. The foundation of the best commited relationship, that will endure all. My best Rick, loved the poem, and admire your effort, I knew you were a deep man, this poem speaks to your character. My best regards always, Jo Morgan	2004-08-12 23:28:57
Blue Lucy	Mell W. Morris	Hi Mell, your closing lines are a solution, Divine Guidance, based on the process we learned as children and try to maintain as adults, the concept of belief, wraps all that is, in its protection provided by a Superior Being, the one and only Creator. Yes, you did wonderfully well at detailing the nuances that we face as mere mortals, but if we believe we can overcome. Simply because of choices in how we deal with everything. I think my poem about my Mother explains, that her goodness, and teaching came from her belief. I love the poem really, it is deep, yet it maintains an easy reading cadence, that should allow each reader to con timplate their lives. We have the solution, all we have to do is believe, and practice what we preach. You're some writer, you always make me think, and draw comparisons. Congratulations on an excellent job at linguistics, and abilty to make the poem read so smoothly, that it creates sensation....Love, and God Bless, JoMo	2004-08-10 23:49:06
Heart Eyes	JACK M HRINIAK	Hi Jack, Just wanted to give you my impression, you take a negative (blindness), but you indicate how important the sun is felt by the blind, on the flesh, the warmth, the healing power of the radiance (don't think you need that period though, to keep it eavenly presented with the finish (just a suggestion), the layout I think is exceptional for it allows the whole intent of the poem to be focused, from the first to the wondersful descriptive of "the black king", I guess blackness can be precieved in different ways depending the infirmity (My mother was blind, and I remember how she loved to sit in the sun, and feel it's warming rays), so in all very, very well stated, I'm really impressed with the lesson of this poem, and the great job you did at presenting. First opportunity to meet you, it's a pleasure, I hope we see many more enteries from you, new ways of thinking, presenting the images are always welcome. So a big welcome to the site for you. Best regards, Joanne Morgan	2004-08-05 18:30:03
Here in the Dark	Patricia Gibson-Williams	Yes Patricia, I sensed a fear of the unknown, the dark always seems to haunt doesn't it. Your sense of timing, along with the moving descriptives more then relate dealing with the fear of unknown circumstances, but taking his pulse, well that's something all of us have done as we deal with medical uncertaines, heck it's hard, you feel absolutely alone, why because no one else will deal on a plane only the soulmate will know and deal with, so for me the poem was highly emotional, and brings one back to retrospection, having had to deal with the unknow. According to your notes a certain stability has returned, thank God for that, but there still is an aura contained in the poem that deals with these dark issues, missing a bed, a heart racing too much, an infection that can kill. Yes you stood through the dark tunnel, it shows in the movement and the descriptives, and as one reads they automatically have to continue going down these dark passageways (hospitals in particular are all of that). Yes the fear of the unknown, speculation to possibilities, that probably still exists, emotion, and sensation. A complete poem, it stands as is for I'm left with the feeling that you captured the moment. So glad its settled to a livable degree, and I shan't forget this poem, no never, it's too close to my experience, so impossible to forget. My best regards to you both, continued good fortune, and God Bless.....Jo Morgan	2004-08-04 22:13:31
The Counsel Of The Trees	Nancy Ann Hemsworth	Oh Nancy this lovely, and melodic, it literally sings as spoken, bringing a vison of all contained. I'm enjust plain in awe as it captures a feel, almost sung really, it's great, and I kid you not. Of course being a gut critiquer, I'm fully envolved with the cadence, and I bet many will comment on this is a song, and no the wisdom is contained in every nuance, especially your ability to make it move, it draws a complete picture in the lyrics, and that's what I see in this poem, and I can't even begin to relate it's movement, it's very deep, as deep as the darkened forest. It goes with the flow, it contains a wisdom in the apt, more then apt descriptions. It's been so long since you were last here, and it's a pleasure to read your music again. No kidding, I'm absolutely in love with this poem, and on the list it goes for sure. Wonderful poetry....Best always, Jo Morga	2004-08-04 19:29:56
Tolerance	Andrea M. Taylor	They say ignorance is bliss, don't believe it, ignorance isn't bliss, which we know is absolute acceptance that only God knows the reason, if we ignore we are turning out back on the Good Lord, which is eons away from His house of Bliss. Hi, what a pleasure, and very fitting, being able to relate this way Andrea is God's proof of traveling that hard road to understanding and tolorance. It's a while but I love your words, they move so smoothly carrying the full message of all your apt descriptives, although I'm not surprised, just pleased to she it manifest in such understanding. As is Fear of the unknown, to be unknow is ignorance of the possibilty of achieving Bliss.....oh, look at us getting all serious here, Ha Ha, quite a circle of friendship being able to relate so easily and with tolorance, closer to Bliss I think. Good luch Andrea, I'm always pulling for you, your funny, or serious side, the full compliement makes a very tolorant person, withh full understanding......Love, Jo Mo	2004-08-03 16:51:59
NIRVANA	Robert L Tremblay	Boy I havn't been ignoring you, I've written two critiques to your poem, to finish and try subitting to have each disappear entirely from my computer. I'll try to send shorter comments this time, if they don't go, then I just don't know. Anyhow I like this quieter version of a deeply felt belief, it's projection is milder and carries for me a broarder belief in how strongly you know feel about the state we are in and the inability of what you think is all of us not believing, I believe, why, because I know personally what you project. The values are real, as they are to me, regardless though there will always be a segment of individuals who continue not to belief, all we can do is show the way, how we believe in the inherient good of doing the prinicipled thing. Will we suceed, probably not, you know why because mankind has always be dubious in the Bliss that accompanies the expected trip to the hear after. I do not believe in the doomsday effect though, the good Lord is forgiving, and understands individuals to come to it at different times, and different routes. I can admire someone who literally has given his life to a belief, and the walk that seems to duplicate the walk of Christ, andthat's good, but honestly Robert there is only one Christ, and we have to believe in his goodness, for he doesn't wish ill, orthe end of the world for us, he continues to have faith in us, and it's our earthly challenge to show him, we can reach Heavenly Bliss. I like this version of twenty years ago, when you became aware of all, in Karma which leads to Nirvana. Fitting title, fitting words, soft approach that shows the love and caring. Wish I could have submitted my second version, the notes speak of highlights, but not the sensation the poem created for me....God Bless You always, Jo Mo	2004-07-31 22:42:35
Dining with Coon	Jana Buck Hanks	Hi Jana, your critique has been right here on the puter, it's me not enough energy to do any reasonable comments, I used to do many more critiques, now I do critiquing only when I can tolorate sitting at the dest, the rest of the time I'm asleep sorry to say. Anyhow not ceing familiar with the term coon, but only in junjunction with the actual animal, and I was aware certain folks do consume it, that's why the inferencve to the animinal and a private body part threw me. However in the gist of the intent, I knw all of us have eaten something not to favorable when we were kids, not necessarilary just a subject from a logistics point of view. My Dad had Rhode Island Red chickens, you know the hen house and fenced in gravel worn area they birds occupied, which was ok, but being a Kids it never dawned on me why, until one Day Dad entered the chicken yard and grabbed ahold of a chicken, and proceeded to ring and chop off it's head, chean it internerally, and take all the feathers off, brought it into Mom and she prepared it like many foods, it just was the day of awareness for me. Truthfully I've never ordered chicken in a restaurant, nor eaten the birds to often, why, because Dad took a pet, or what we preceived a pet and turned it into food. Just do not prefer chicken at all. Can't say I've ever had a reference to food and body parts related quite like you did though, no wonder you retain sure a vivid memory. The poem is written with clarity, using phrases that lend beautifully to the meaning, a life event, wow, what a memory. Your writing beautiful memories, using all the poetic tools, and it's great to see. Pretty hard to pick up the phone and just chat with you, I miss that, but on the other had to see all these great memories it print, is so enjoyable, and maybe it times to submit to different poetry outlets and see, this writing needs to be shared. Maybe you should consider, if you talk to Aunty I'm sure she could point you in the right diresction and bet she'd agree with me, time to publish. Continue at this clip and there's no doubt there is a big following out there. I wish you Bright Blessings, and maybe a poem of the compassion you and yours have for people who need help, you have that ability also. Jana I wish I could comment more, like I used to, but I just can't anymore. Nothing against any of the poets, just not enough stamina. Love and God Bless, always, Jo	2004-07-30 17:23:15
japanese verse 55 (Moon)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Hi Erzahl, This is an interesting viewpoint, once read a certain picture formed in my mind, and I find it most interesting, of course durning daylight the sun is brilliant and powerful, the other planets lay quieting awaiting the dardness as the moon does. She never forgotten though, and when one considers she makes the tides react, the sun yes warm, the other plants only really sparkle at night when the moon is out, she dominates the our universe, and is brilliant in her reigns over the earth. Each line feds into your descriptive of a subte quiet planet, but your right she is the queen, she determines her subjects including us in her her powerful reign over all that is. Net, like it, your imagination and ability to take the common accepted without a thought (except loves and astrometers,) but she is always there making judments on his this particular sphere called earth goes around, it's interesting when the earth consists of 70% water that she reigns over the pwer. Once again charming, and I always enjoy hearing you descriptives concerning the ordinary take for granted, and turn the thought to creating an insight of thout. Hmmmm, the monn everything you describe, the power of our ocens is determined by her, so this poem is right now. Best, my regards....Jo Morgan	2004-07-27 15:46:25
Saying Good-Bye at the Seaside Cafe	Joanne M Uppendahl	More then a good-bye here, sensation, memories that remain and will tug at the memories, the poem is farewell, fond adieu but only until next time. I like the way you stress the power of the ocean and the nuances that all seashores seem to consist of, wood aged and worn, one developes the smell of the sea and that's what this poem related for me. It may be a long time before returning but the vista that one retains automatically effects the visual and sensetory organs, the sun, the sand hot against the soles of the feet. It's great because this poem captures all the different oceans, from East to West there is a sameness isn't there in how the sea presents itslf and all the sense that drive toward the soul of the viewer. I've been to the coastlines in Oregon, to California. the Eastern coast from Maine to Florida, and I bet if I were to reventure to these spots, the actual sea and shorelines with the different strengths of the ocean would automatically return. I thin while I'm there of the power of God, he created and he maintains us in harmony with the planets, he manifests the destiny of the seas to reat and repeat again, and probably the seas were the same for peoples right through the ages, it never changes, it may go haywire at times, it may be serene at times, but it always go back to form, with sea bleached structures, and everything that comes in contact. It just leaves those memories. If someone has had the opportunity to sit quietly and muse, or do whatever, it always remains constant. Heck of a job Joanne, you have managed to catch all the feelings, and how every individual enjoys the experience....Like the poem a lot....Love, Jo	2004-07-26 18:22:41
japanese verse 54 (Hammerhead Shark)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Neat Erzahl, what more in a haiku could anyone ask for. Marine carpenter, love this descriptive, identifies the fish, swims to school of fish, the feeding if you will, nicely upholds the identy. Fixing its (his? belly. Just an option of use, keeps it within the personsality. Three lines that more then are descriptive, all three lines pivotial to the haiku, keep it right and strong, and lots of fun to read and chuckle at. That someone could string these descriptives so well, bringing home the intent of the haiku. Never cease to please, you have an inborn way of writing haiku, which is the first type of peopty I was even inclined to buy a book on. The count is great, and the analogy is beautifully applied, again well done. Best regards, Jo Morgan (love the brevity and sparcity of wording, brilliant)	2004-07-26 10:57:51
Parade	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, Fun is right, poem caught my interest right away, I was to play the saxophone in the Hight school band, as a former Marine parades always impact my memories and emotions, guess a big rooter of the parade, but it's never a parade withoutout the band. Like, and was interested in your take right away, you're right on, you caught all the sensation, the color, the movement for me. Nice descriptives, but the poor calarinet is out there all alone I'm afair, everything else is more then described except that the clarinet, ha ha, but it is darn fun and from my personal insight you are right on, caught it nicely for a fun poem, and that alone deserves creit. I know the scale of poems is low, and want to thank you for the foresight in contributing to the link. I appreciate it a lot, and love the impact your poem carried to me.....Mybest, Love, Jo (Boy this poem causes memories of long ago)	2004-07-24 22:37:24
The Force That Through My Muse Drives The O	Mell W. Morris	Oh wOw, got it. O is probably the one letter all would identify with exclaimation, it drives those lyrics that donate senses, and it everything your wonderful poem eludes to, I'm smitten, and for this reader I see the O and one big indicator of wonder, and for me, it can make me chuckle, feel smitten all over with memories, and probably pne voqel used more often then we realize for emphasis. Once again Mell you make this reader chuckle, especially when just last night I saw a commerical and it related to the O, I'm not left with a memprory of what the commerical related, just the impact seeing it related to, for me a pleasure, especially since I read your poem right after, and that brought a great feeling to recognize that in you, our vocabulary is not dead. Every time you write something to resurrect some memory in my physe, and believe it or not I always come come feeling enlightened by your words, you are very knowledgeable, but look at your background, heart and soul into understanding it, a God given talent empowered by book. That my Freind/girl.....Love Ya, take care, Jo Mo (It's in great rememberance of Dylan Thomas, how can you go wrong).	2004-07-23 23:12:27
japanese verse 53 (Ecstasy)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Adorable, and well applied. What heaven these three simple lines of you haiku evokes. Very apt, and lovely. As usual you words stir emotion, and bring wonderful thoughts to the reader. No reason for me to go on asnd on, it's well applied, and each lines melds into the others, bringing fuzzy thoughts. Like my dream of floating on a pink fluffy cloud. What a fantantic writer, you never fail to evoke sensation. My best always, Jo Morgan	2004-07-18 21:32:51
Jing Ye Si (A Quiet Evening) Chinese Translation	G. Donald Cribbs	Hi Don, Amazing and most enjoyable. I don't know Chinese, but I accept the translation. Really learned more with this poem, then I ordinarally, especially the translation. Very well present. The stle of presenting is neat, and very seamingly Chinese feeling. The clarity of the words makes me reminice of the Havvest Moon so well know to me. How many times as a child I searched the face, to understand it roundness and how clear the orb was, always with a mind of the safeness of home, I find the poem to be effective in making the sameness of feel come alive for me. Of course my first love of poetry was Haiku, and I always enjoy the feeling this poetry created for me. So considering all, wonderful translation, and thank you for presenting the poem so clearly, and understandably. Please consider giving of the poetry more and more. Love the chance to see it presented with the Chinese language, and someone like you to be learned enough to grace us....Thank you, good luch. Joanne Morgan	2004-07-18 04:09:23
Nocturnal Fantasy	marilyn terwilleger	What a gallant attempt. Love how you made this sing, and I take it to be Old English which was surely different, and enjoy able I might add. Practice makes perfect, and in order to become proficent one must make the attempt and you have here, the form is great, the rhyme and rhythm you incorcorate in the poem is charming, and I'm throughly taken how much you blossom Marilyn, what a wonderful fun poem to read, especially written by you. Don't know what the guys think, but I think it's fun, and your descriptives more then leave the reader understanding the movement, and the feeling, much fun to partake in. Love, Jo	2004-07-16 20:34:25
Hopeful Dreamer	housam majid jarrar	Dear Housam, What a beautiful dream you dream, it is a soft, soulful Love wish. I think your phrasing is absolutely beautiful. The speak has the soul of a romantic, and the poem is written that all readers to some degree can understand the sentiment. I think Indian men are romantic, for I havn't read anything, by any of you that doesn't move the spirit. Your endearing wish is so beautiful, and you state your poem artistically. Hearty congratulations, and welcome from me to you, as this is your first poem I'm commenting on. I shall be sure from now on to note your name, and no doubt the words and flavor will suit your intent. Joanne Morgan	2004-07-11 17:07:07
Portrait of Loss As Three Styles of Music	Mell W. Morris	Yes so they say. Spoken in measures as you speak here, more then true, if one allows the body spirit to move with the intention. The lyrics speak wisely her, in lynch with the sensation. Music to me captures mood, where one is allowed to share a rhythm, and understand the lyrics that accompany. So for me the poem speaks to it all and captures mood and sensation, and thus I don't have any suggestions. I always accept the poet has spoken from their personal sensation, for if they havn't then the effort is just words. Music has as always made the world go round, as you state from the first dirge to what we currentlys listen to, although we all have certain preferences.....you capture it nicely (as always).....Love Jo	2004-07-11 15:11:04
I Am Fred Chapter 1V	marilyn terwilleger	Hi, once again the rhythm of the Irish lore contained in Fred's speech. Caught it right again, another chapter (very original) of Fred, always on a quest. The response from the Human side is fraught with that distinction of wondering, Fred so certain. Guess he's learned what goes around, comes around, huh? Pretty positive. Love the flow you maintain in protraying Fred "The whitty Elf", such imagination. So I don't manage to critique much now, right now the stamina is here, so I take advantage. Besides, I love the Fred character, must be something to do with my Irish linage huh? Love it, great addition, neat chapter to the continuing saga of Fred.....no suggestions, you present it with clarity, rhythm, rhyme and it's so enjoyable (a hidden publication for sure......Love, Jo Mo	2004-07-11 12:51:34
Dancing For The Gods	Rick Barnes	Oh Rick, I love this poem and the tribute to Joanne. You describe how her poetry makes me feel, like dancing, feeling the beating of the earth. There is so much movement encapsulated in your wonderful choice of words, lyrics that transpose one to sensation. You always write excellently, and this poem supercedes the norm. Emotion, sensation, visual sensation, all combined in the most wonderful tribute. I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to respond, however I do what I can when I can, besides my computer is on the last legs, and I often wonder if I should dare even try. Once again, no disappointment, just a wonderful freeing sensation. Hope I interperted your poem correctly, but regardless well written and as always enjoyable. My best regards, Joanne Morgan (a fan)	2004-07-06 00:37:06
The Perseids Are Coming	Joanne M Uppendahl	Joanne, I wanted to comment before this poem goes off my list. You know the discriptors make one feel the action embedded in this poem, yet there is a soft visual quality to it's effect, s. So I'm left with sensation. Also I love your poem, and you know it's chuck full of how marvelous the universe is just there, and sometimes we take this wonderful pulsatio of the why, and the when, and how fortunate we are to occupy this earth, very fortunate indeed. Moveso for me it is the reasoning of the best spectular lightshow, and no movie can ever duplicate just what our universe, and you, with your interest are making me feel like an Angel who is witnessing this greatest show on earth. that describe the mystical movements of the heart beating in the universe, and it's marvelous to speculate how the sensation of a super interesting poem. My computer is dying, and if this garbled mess even makes my comments available to you, well simply said, I'm glad your here and can bring the reader into the sensation. Glad I am up to sitting here and typing this, for it's gets more difficult all the time. Your poems are full of action, movement, color. Good luck wish I was more prolific, as I used to be. I do read, just can't comment much right now. My Love, my best wishes, and thanl you....Love Joanne	2004-07-04 23:49:42
I Am Fred Chapter 111	marilyn terwilleger	This is enjoyable, and so much fun. Everyone would dall in love with the repeating cadence of this 3rd poem. Oh if only I had an elf called Fred, it's such a wonferfully written thymatic poem Marilyn, it just blows my senses away, and qwhat a wonderful scence the oansies, and the conversation, and Fred's logic. I can hear an Irish Elf here, and he's so loveable. What a great three poems each time I read one of the series, I become almost romantic with his charm, and the quiet questioning of the speaker, accept his answer with no puns rweturned. It's masterful that your poems run such a gamet of interest. What a cute, relaxing, and wonderfully written story in poems you tell, and each time Fred becones a living Elf, because we're getting to know him. I can hear that voice, and you're projecting his personality so well. Congratulations what a mystical character, and sory is unfolding. Becaue of the skill you demonstrate what you write poetry, and weave such interest. Again congratulations and good luck, nothing I can say other then adorable....Jo Morgan	2004-06-27 22:45:00
Mother Sea's Recipe (Serves Two)	Joanne M Uppendahl	No cabin fever here, but a retrospection from an actively created mind Joanne. It's adorable, with a hinge of humore making it appear very tasty and appealing. Wonder spirts assail a senses, ponding the sea, it takes a romantic person to see and sense the glorious, taster and smell emeshed in the musing, and defty written, making it very adorable, and the reader wishes that vista and sense of time, and the beauty that surround. I know you linguistically managed this gem because of the inate ability to transpose you being into another setting, a most beautifully and adorable receipe, and I'll tuck my copy into my receipe box, and when the pressures of dealing with less then appealing situations arrive, or news as the soul wrenching news of Gary, but I take solice in Gary's eye view of these earthly surrounds, and the knowledge he's going into the real peace and tranquility of the woods, a setting he enjoyed beyond thought. Thank you for the pick me up, I really needed it today for Gary rests heavily on the spirit, and I wish it were possible to communicate once the eyes close forever, for He would be so indepth of love and appreciation of the bueaty you poems with such wonderful cadance alludes to. God Bless, Love and Good luck my Friend......Jo (Morgan)	2004-06-27 10:56:11
Double Feature	Jana Buck Hanks	A Thumbnail scetch in the life of a childs memory, and a grand recalling of a grevious matter to Adults but in the eyes of a child, a romantic fling with something entirely different. In the way of a child those flicks would be a wonderment in themselves allowing the child a part of their childhood memories. The highlight you so so deftly bring out in this piece allow one to see though a childs eyes, and is done with a precision that only one who's experienced this thumbnail situation would remember their lifetime long. Love the asbility to reminic Jana, and share theis experience from your youth....Great job!! Love and God Bless, Jo Morgan (aprevious neighbor who is greatful for your assistance, miss you)	2004-06-25 15:36:51
japanese verse 52 (Zephyr)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	yes, and a very lovely description, I can feel thae gentle wind now, caressing the skin that longed to feel the freedom of not being bounded by stifling clothing. Another excellent example of a true artist at work, using meager words in such a descriptive tone that allos the reader in to feel true sensation. Congratulations Friend.....Jo Morgan	2004-06-24 18:28:54
Blending of the Heart	Debbie Spicer	Yes Deb, love is as you say, all those things, you aptly relate in wonderful rhyme, it fits well. Love is the good with the bad, the bad with the good. Nice sentiment, said aptly, and let the awaking continue..... Thank God for those in our lives, who ride the ebb anf flo, and life continues........ Love, ya...always..Jo	2004-05-14 22:55:37
Beside the Gate	Joanne M Uppendahl	Yes, beautiful sentiments. I was surprised by the notation, in my mind your writing, may need revision. I always thought you woulnt get caught in the words, justpure expression. We akk have that, Liliacs return every year, and each pplace has a momoery of you. I think I understand the two closing stanza's a great del. The angel your son. the date metafore for going home, to where he waits. It's beautiful, classic poetry I think, and reads well. Even though my brain is having troule come up with the caragory it is placed it. It is you, and I'm glad you reposted......Luv, Jo Don't worry about the score joanne, just keep posting, I don't care about the contest, just beautiful poetry.	2004-05-14 07:56:09
By The Seat Of My Pants	Marcia McCaslin	The right line count. measured cadence, the porpose of the poem is lod and clear to. I won't elaborate for it seems it's not eff3ctive to be long winded. It's a fine sonnet, with cadence, the lyrics blend well. Must go not seeing well enough to really critiquw right now.......Best, Jo Mo.adence soen't necessary mean ryhyme. for me at least in the contex of poems I don't ncessarily look at poem for the rhyme, it's nice when appropriate and unintentional, I's a ditrect, and well written poem that suits it's uintent. Best. Joanne Morgan	2004-05-10 16:19:45
The Brew	Jessica Inman	Jessica, this is enchanting, it covers the full titlt of prescribed witches brew, according to what different legends make of it. A little bit of Hollywood also. Personally I liked your ability to rhyme, and you blended (cadence) very artfully , making your choosen linguists roll even so nice from the tongue, it speaks well also, when said outloud. So therefore I liked it a lot, and enjoyed knowing it was written by someone 12 years old, there isn't any doubt, with experience (more), the ability of the poetress to write and hold a readers attention. If you are looking for a technical report, someone else on the Link I'm sure will provide that, I'm really a gut critiquer and respond as to the effect the poem had on me, and it is enjoyable. Where you are even just five years down the road is a marvel, for no doubt, you write well. Good luck, Joanne Morgan	2004-05-06 21:13:00
Summer	Sherri L Smith	Hi Sherri, Nice simply spoken haiki, right on the count, the scents and siunds of summer, nice the middle line captures a midred of all that is summer. It reminds me of B-B'quing, children playing, the glee they express in the play time sounds, I even catch the cool pleasure of frosted beer, and pink lemonade (my imagigination runs rampant with your haiku to summer. Nice, clean, concise and enjoyable, just what a haiku should tell the complete story. Just to fill you in, Debbie is a gem, and wonderful to be with, I'm so sorry the last visit was cancelled, it would have meant the sun and moon to have met you.....honestly, Love Jo	2004-05-05 15:35:44
Between Seventeen and Eighteen	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, I've read this submission many times, and my first impression remains with me. It's a poem, a persona, about many young women, who refuse to accept they need more time to grow, who react, and for every action there is a reaction, that's the wisdom that comes with maturation. This is a complete tale, a sadness engulfed me from the first reading. It contains for me, enough of a persona, the pratfalls we try to prepare all our young folks against, but reactionary, and resistaints they just react, this poems tells the take of reaction, the pride, t to react when reaction (her going home probably would have relieved the family of worry, and ultimate pain). A sad tale indeed, complete, everything is there, with wonderful potential is contained for a shortening, with vocabulary in place. It is a wonderful poem as is, with much going for it in a re-write. I love it as it is, and it goes against my nature to suggest anything, and I rarely do, but it can be taken further, just paring away, making it more forceful, you have all the conponents. Please do not misunderstand, I love it as is, emotion, reaction, end result of being just stuborn and proud. My Best as always, great to have read this, I always appreciate your poetry, as I do this one....Love, God Bless, Jo	2004-05-05 11:02:12
Blue Dragonfly - Revisited	Joanne M Uppendahl	You know just as powerful as the first, but for some reason, this version has a sweeping effect, each line leads gracefully into the next, and creates a strong cadence, never losing the intent, besides who hasn't look at not only gdragonflies, butterflies, and the great assortment of potential hovering insets, and caught their breathe, wishes they would stay a little longer, we's like to know more, but even a change in wind flow direction sends them scurrying off. Neat revision, then I'm not suprised to see the revision, for you always make your poems the easiest for the reader to identify with, and they are always appealing in a large universal way. Great re-write, unfortunately I don't have any voting weight really, but you to know I appreciated the re-write. Love, and God Bless....Joanne, just another creature of the universe.	2004-05-03 06:16:04
Suicide	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Hi Erzahl Wow, rhythm and rhyme, was set in due time, to impart the wisdom of being together, (quite a combibation list you've managed to weave throughout the intent of this poem. Neat going, like it a lot, makes a lot of sense to me me, the ultimate togetherness imparted in poetic form, although this a certain sadness in the closing lines, subject to what path each reader chooses, the ultimate there is no togetherness without togetherness. Good job my friend, you're a wondersul poet to follow, and I follow....Jo Morgan	2004-05-03 00:49:38
Instructions for My Burial	Joanne M Uppendahl	no litnany, just a simple persons wish, Youknow as I read this I'm of the population that s dealing with impended thought that dwell probably of the envtable ending, death is no fearsome creature to me, as your poem attuded to the potential of death, I've and been calmed, by a poem written by one who has no impending gloom, written with clear vision stating how the ending will proceed, it's almost what life demands pf us, wishes on what glory lays and Mother earth talks to Mother moon, to take us and flolow thought with the superior givings, that we really enjoyed our jurney as mortal beings, now send me to the glory in the simplness of last wishes, simple and clean with a jorney into eternity, and when the spirit of life has ended as mortal being I'm goint to the ultimate peace of tansquility, of going hgome, the glory trail of my being, ready to accept the final judgement, and the swoosh of my energy force returning to Gods creation, a gentle reminder given in a poem to me that speaks the power mortal lige is ended, now I become a shadow in the final act, no regrets, no real strong wish to end my time here, but an understanding of what the end would present, my wishes return to the cosmic pool all life springs from. Heh Heh, the say I die will be a no quitting, it will be the body )mortal) that is tired, and willing accept that Glory ride Home. Joanne it's great, I mist be healthy, for it's brought out an acceptance, that my job is done now. Life will go on, those left behind will drieve, but I tell them that gory sound will remain, and one truly goes away, they just return the energy to the source, and the creator will use that energy to sustain the earth;s pluse. It's really an excitement for me, to live the process, and one of these days I'll write a version, to join the many versions, hopefully to equal your ability with wors, it;s all building up, who know my words may hurt some, but that not been the pluse of my life. God is gracious, and he knows and he'll know and let me know to be ready. What a lovely spay of energy my semise will make, just a quite surge readlily awaiting, with breath that knows the emotion, and excitementt. Then it will come to light as uears pass if I was a devoted carinmg Mother, who has so much love tyo share that I'll sit and cry and someone I don't huring, still lost and struiggling to find the path, oh if I could just take their hand and gide that to my plavement here and know, but mortals seem doomed at times, the world gouing topsy turvey, when the solition is simply to believe in the pilses of the eath, the moon, life givinf sun, the quiet and calmness of the dark. My hands are really shaki tonight, I keep losing control of my hands, but I wanted to let you know, the poem is beautiful in it's simplicy.....Keep writing find, and I shall keep rweading, your words as sustaain me, the bealief is so soulful, you write my mind........Love, God Bless....Jo (Mo) always	2004-04-22 05:02:57
Who Slew My Daffies?	marilyn terwilleger	Ha Ha, this is so cute, with a wonderful rhythm and rhyme by you, who slew your Daffies (cute), and we know old Jack Frost believes in cold storage, but those Daffies will return you betchm they will, and this poem makes me feel the necessity of Spring now, enough ado right now Goodbye Jack Frost, and welcome the sine of Spring the return of Tulips and Daffies too, yes, I think Spring came on a Thurday today, at least that verifies my connection to you, different parts of the country but I love Daffies too. A great poem for those of us who can't grown anything. I did try, wonderful little plant, that was growning and budding, my cat thought so to, so he ate it, guess he's just one of those little varmits, all gardeners contend with, so now I'm nusing what I preceive to be life let in the plant, and my trial starts anew, it'll be a riot if it turns out to be a Daffie, ha ha...Love and God Bless, Jo	2004-04-14 10:28:40
Country Music	Marcia McCaslin	What a nifty way you incorporate here Marcia, as a matter of fact my head remembers the Marine Corps, and the beaches in California, my first radio that played tapes, Patsy Cline's voice spread out over the beach, the mellowness of country sound captured, to lead me into the country music fold, unknown and realized by me, all that music Mom sang was of county origin, and her favorite was Daddy, but unless I were to rehear it, I'd instantly remember the title, , Good Bye Goodbye Little Darlin are some of the lyrics I do remember, anyway my whole young adulthood, to the present readily accepts the sounds you build on here, for in the routine of life, there is always country music. Lyrics are always a part of your projection, as they are in this poem, it's a song in it's own right, and I find my body swaying to the music once again. Love it, my love to you, keep writing it's always a pleasure for a visit from you........Jo	2004-04-14 08:15:05
Thumb of Green	Mell W. Morris	The sheen indicates to me she toils at having this green thumb. Thinking about my Mother here, this so represents, Mom's green thumb (something I didn't seem to inherit, ha ha). The love of the earth, the closeness of having the soil, dark and humid wetness worked in juncunction with this God given Grace, but why now, it's Gods bounty we reap, in all aspects of growth, were it not for the Creators gift, no green thumbs would be nesessary. I do love the gifts of her toil that she so willing shared, and delivered, I can't tell you the bounty that left my Mother's garden, and she so willing shared, and gave the bounty so willingly. Yep the poem runs beautifully, is melodic, captivating, and creates great memories, many women in our area had their gardens, or fruit arbors, so as melodic your rendering so to the memories flow with the same eae. Thanks I need these poems to bolster a sagging existence, the poem proclaims all the bounty and leaves the reader marveling. It's lovely, soft, full of the persona, I can even smell the earth, wonderful memories for me Mell. In two weeks Debbie will be here, I'm attempting to get the apartment in order, no easy to accomplish in short bursts of energy, but I'm flying high to know we'll meet face to face....exciting I am, my Irish is bursting out all over, ha ha. Love, Jo	2004-04-13 09:02:21
Canticle	Joanne M Uppendahl	When I was a Girl Scout, after each meeting we used to sing an ode to the day being done. As I read this the same nuances and cadence arose in my memory senses. So I guess all in all, from the lovely tulips, to the birds song, yes, the couse lends a lyrical quality to charming music and memory. It's really a pleasant read, done in the wonderful Joanne flare, in chorus with the universe, as such it's soothing, and very charming, and has a wondersul cadence that blends wonderfully to music that has that inate ability to calm, warm, and make one realize, look up to see the beauty the surrounds us, extends, no doubt, to the whole of our universe. I'm commenting because it has great appeal, and is written once again by TPL's vercion of a resident poetress. Best, always, God Bless and love you, Jo	2004-04-12 22:32:05
japanese verse 44 (Cross)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Hi Erzahl, Wow, a time tested declaration, it speaks the volumns of a faith many Christans believe in, and more then a fitting testimony of a strong teaching (one I was raised in, so this simplly worded senryu speaks those volumns for me), more so the absolute alignment of each line that blends, not only just a concept, but a teaching. During Holy week, and after witnessing the Passion of Christ as depicted in Mel Gibsons' movie, very fittingly appropriate linguists, but more so a belief so precisely descriped in this poem. To never cease to amaze the readership, everything you write is profound, and to me very spiritual. A wonderful Holy Week gift the explains, and yet holds the emotion of a belief. Couldn't pass this up, after seeing The Passion of Christ, I have to admit I didn't see the follies of mortal beings, I only saw his suffering and his supreme sacrifice, for all mankind, for after all Jesus was raised in Jewish belief, it was one strong affirmation for me. Thank You, and God Bless, Jo Morgan	2004-04-06 15:42:47
By the Pond	Joanne M Uppendahl	Hello Joanne, I hope better later then never counts this month. I've had one devil of a time physically getting to this absolute picture perfect pond. The poem contains all those elements I think we would love to emrace on a daily basis, as it stands, it's metaphor application is out of this world, I can even hear the water lapping as it hits the bankings, as it so picture picture in beautiful languists, describes what all of us are eagerly awaiting. The warm colors, and brilliance of Spring, all captured in all the nuances for the reader to be enraptured with, as only you can so vividly describe for us. As Norman Rockwell, and Grandma Moses illustrated and painted those universal pictures, each in their own medium, so do you become the American Poetress who so artfully captures our fancy. To enjoy, and then wish that God had granted this very soulful picture of our environment, not just the water, and the flaura and fauna, but the rouge of the poetress, no hiding. I can see you mesmerized, diligently writing, reviewing and ultimately presenting such picture perfect poetry. So sorry it's taken me this long to get home, but now that I am I am completely engulfed in your poetry once again. I am awiting my Granddaughter's return from the late show, whoops she just walked in. It's very later here, and tomorrow I have painters coming to paint the apartment. Remember me with that autographed copy of your book (my expense), I so want to leave it for the Granddaughter's to share once I'm no longer of these environs, and the autograph you'll allow me the privledge of sharing one of the best experiences I've had, you!! Now I'll be able to vote, it's been tough getting through my list, and of course you were on the bottom. Happy Spring, and God Bless this beautiful universe....Love, Jo	2004-04-03 01:39:12
The Fiasco In Me	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Very introspective Erzahl. I guess we could answer simply by saying, doesn't everyone hide to a degree? Some more then others but I doubt seriously there is any perfection in this mortal existence. I do believe that if nistakes were made that could possible lead to the persona you vividly depict, I would say many have learned from past mistakes and try to rectify, no doubt to the person looking into the glass they see a person many will never see. Sometimes we are hardest on ourselves. I come the school of thought that all have made mistakes some deep seated, some superficial, but that person (like the person capable to writing with such proufound application), no I always look for the good in everyone, for it is seated in them, if only they allow it to show. My second philisophy is talk, one couldn't possible hide all this poem encompasses, writing poetry offers that healing, and ability to change over. Yes, a very proufound poem, with insight, and a great deal of retrospection. Throughly enjoyable, but then I love everything you write. By the way free verse is the only style that could carry this intent, so excellent poetic choice. Sorry this month I critique as the poetry shows on my list, I get to exhausted trying to cull in advance all the poems that hold no interest, or arn't expreesive, or don't hold that monica of truth. Yours do, this one does, and I admire your expressive ability. Best wishes, Jo Morgan	2004-04-02 12:02:55
Tranquil in the Wind	Debbie Spicer	How gentle is this poem Debbie, actually I see Dandilon seeds being taken for re-distribution in new land to grow and experience what the the parent plants hadn't. Actually I realize that this poem is a poem to the delicate nature of one harmed, that same same harmed person has come full cycle. In order to write this personal plea for understanding, that one can easily be hurt. At first I was going to suggest the title read "Tranquil in the wind", and suggest Tranquil is the wind, then I re=read your words and based on experience, you are saying yes, strides have been made to read personal peace and tranquility, but the bruising of past acts, just don't disappear. One can be hurt over again. It'slovely really and gracefully written, and at fact value worth it's weight, however with personal implications, all the gold makes no difference, the expectation never to be tossed wildly, and thrown away, that would be devestating. I agree, but I love this submission, another corner turned, strength in oneself being built. Yes, those shafts of sunlight at with you continually now, even during the glum days. Proud of you it is my Girl, you have floated, rested, and floated, but this time in control. Nicely put, and enjoyable to see this shiney side of the coin emerge. Now all you have to do, is the next big test, but I have no doubt, you'll climb aboard and be transfigured into a new phase. Yes, indeed, MA here Debbie comes, ready or not Joanne....ha ha. My love, and God Bless Debbie, God graced you with the ability to be highly expressive....Jo	2004-03-30 06:54:34
japanese verse 43 (Destiny)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	No, my favorite saying is, we are just a speck in the shadow of time, and truly that what you speak of here, so consequently there wouldn't be any way for me no to comment on this profound verse (using haiku count). You are indeed a deep young man, to understand your placement on this planet earth. There arn't any excuses, just bad decisions, that usually create complix situitions. So my Friend, profoundly, well written, with a valuable message. Another wonderful submission Erzahl. It's always a pleasure.....I know this is rather short, but you write so well there arn't any suggestions I could make, I read them, enjoy them immensely, and comment, you leave nothing to critique, for there isn't anything wrong with this submission, believe me. Wish I had the skill you demonstrate in all your poems, haiku, or whatever style you choose to be expressive in. Jo Morgan	2004-03-29 12:30:14
"The Passion"	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, I to also witnessed the passion, yes, I screamed each time a whip hit His flesh, I wanted so badly to jump up and scream, why are you torturing Gods son, how can you be so ctuel, yet I knew why, and I also knew he payed a supreme sacrifice for our sins, in reality I saw and felt his passion, the person I was with was laughing at certain points with the interplay between the Romans and the Jewish priests, I said to her, all I see is His passion, the supreme price he was willing to endure for us, I really knew in my minds eyes, the deed was done, mob rule had transpired, and the deed of inhumanity by man was a fact, yet all I saw was his passion, and that of his Mother. I have to be honest I cried throughout this movie, it was as if for me my soul was recleansed, I knew then that what I had been taught is what I was witnessing on the big screen, it's almost as if all the worldly woes that had transpired, the pain, the inability to do what I used to do, was a small price indeed in comparison to what He suffered for me. I thought it beautifully told, all angles, I recofnized the mob scenes, saw the political haggling and realize that we arn't any different now, what happened then could happen now, because for some worldly good and power are all, they don't see or God, yet during the movie you could see the transformation in a core of people that would see the awe inspiring act, it set us on a Godly way, a belief....and I came away believing more then I ever have before. Your poem captures all the nuances, it speaks the language, it understanding the sacrifice through you use of dialogue, more then that I sense the film impacted you deeping, make you, opened youto many possibilities...yes, you poem shows the passion well, I really enjoyed how you proclaimed such profound understanding of what it was about. Thank you for writing it, I was glad to encounter a soul mate throught this poetry. Mell is now resituited, in discomfort, but at least she was able to respond to a critique I did, I was so relieved, for like you my concern has been great, and I feel a great sense of relief to hear from her. I told her you sent an e-mail asking if I had heard anything, at that point no I hadn't. The response just came this morning.....I pray that she will gain strength, and rejoin us full of her ususal vim and vigor. Wonderful poem, easy for me to include on my list of favorites, it's well deserving...Love, God Bless, Jo Mo	2004-03-28 16:16:47
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