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Displaying Critiques 1 to 19 out of 19 Total Critiques.

Poem TitlePoet NameCritique Given by Mark MoralesCritique Date
If My Body Were an OrchestraJoanne M Uppendahlsuperb2011-10-21 22:56:19
ThiefNancy Ann HemsworthA beautiful presentation of Death and the loss of a mother. I believe if I were to offer a couple suggestions for improvement it would be to lessen the repetition somewhat. Perhaps replace the period in line three with a colon and then omit “The things of” in line four. You might also consider omitting “that” in line six, as well as the comma. And in the end, all we truly are is “dust and empty bone.” Thank you for the nice read, poet. Mark 2008-04-03 14:14:34
WASPJames C. HorakAlmost every pest insect species has a wasp species that is either predator or parasite. And so the question remains, “James, which are you?” 2007-01-15 23:27:19
SyncopationRachel F. SpinozaSo dear, who is this mysterious drummer sleeping on your blue sofa?2005-01-23 17:08:51
RememberingKaren RaganHi Karen, I reply to your poetry from time to time because you were one of the first members of this site to reply to mine almost 5 years ago, but this poem hit close to home. I would like to share three poems with you written by a wonderful writer named Judith McPheron, who died from cancer in 1981. Late Blooms Pomegranate blossoms, flaming, not seemingly contained by natural boundaries cross my mind, but they do not illuminate it. It is a foggy day, my mind will not clear enough to permit thought or color to enter and I have recently learned that I will die. A branch of flowers so delicate only defines itself through slow movement, connections to the other branches, the white stucco house it poses in front of. Cancer V Twelve fingers, I counted twelve fingers this morning. I grow extras by means of wit or whimsy and sometimes love extravagance. Petunias need watering and tending to grow and automobiles need spare parts just to stay the same but I elaborate on an unknown formula for something like spontaneous combustion. I wonder if piano players would envy me; I watch as extra things appear like scum on a winters sea. They multiply without a backward glance at the tables. There should be a more comfortable spot for will here, and precision; for the sensible rhythm of note following note. What I see and hear makes me bow my head and echo, simply, there is not. Spirit Song This flute Im playing wakes the insects, who are sleeping at my feet. The plants in the fields cry all night long for their cousins. Even the dew is anxious. What sounds in the dark is not some gently mewing. It settles, small and wet, in the folds of our clothes. There are ladders in the air, and circles. What creature isnt listening, moving? I tell you, I will not leave you, though I sing as you die. I heard this in a song: pass it on. Best, Mark 2004-05-27 01:04:11
Australia, My HomeAlexander Inman"I will never find a place like this Ever again." Come and visit Texas! It's very similar to Australia. We don't have kangaroo's, koala's, or kookaburra's. But we do have armadillos, horned toads, and wild mustangs. Excellent poetry, Alexander. Keep up the good work. Best, Mark2004-05-26 23:35:18
SuicideErzahl Leo M. EspinoBut you ruined the ending with the title. This little poem has a lot of potential. Consider a new title and perhaps tightening the last couplet for a better count: Like a bridegroom without the bride Me without you is like suicide Just a suggestion. Best, Mark2004-05-26 22:48:08
Hush, a Young Bard Sings Once MoreThomas Edward Wright"This is a 2004 BMW convertible, refashioned, here with the top down and new decals." And all this time I thought you had pigeons in the attic. Best, Mark2004-05-26 22:33:05
The Boy Who Played with BarbieG. Donald CribbsDamn! This is good poetry! Haven't seen this type of new talent around here in a long time. I have to admit, however, I was looking for a "pinker" ending. Still, I was by no means disappointed. My only suggestion is to lose the last coma for sure. Consider two lines: as if marriage was merely fitting flesh together and then watching it divide. Just a suggestion for a fine piece. Best, Mark 2004-05-26 22:24:10
The deep divideMark Andrew HislopDont care much for the style, but I absolutely love the language. Your use of liquids [L] is what makes the piece work so well, such as in lottery of love gold. In stark contrast, the next line, Come into my coma, is remarkable in that it forced this reader to shift tone without loosing focus, which is oftentimes difficult to accomplish in love/hate poetry; never the less, you have mastered it well. The ending is perfect. If I were to make any suggestionsand you need to know Im looking deep, because this really is a good pieceI would suggest another word in place of panel. Not sure which word, but I definitely stumbled here in search of meaning. But dont change the rubbing idea; its extremely middle class sensualin a luuuuv gold kinda way. Best, Mark 2004-05-26 21:33:13
Life in a New Land April 1947 HaifaMichael J. CluffSounds blasphemous--somewhat paganish, in a sense. Pretty though. I've always associated "panoply" with a peacock's fan--so it works well. Not quite sure what happened in Haifa during the month of April 1947. I know December of that year marked the beginning [modern beginning] of Israeli/Palestinian hostilities. I believe it began as some sort of labor dispute at an oil refinery--of all places. But I could be wrong. Most likely. The poem is beautifully written--as usual. I'd say Mike has mastered 21st Century Cluffian style. Mark2004-01-29 21:29:03
untitledRachel F. SpinozaGreen oranges. I like it! By the way, what did you ever do with that fuzzy apple thingy we found growing at the university? Mark2004-01-28 22:43:08
Postcards to EvaJane A DayAnd now I am jealous. This is excellent writing, Jane. The bee poem is absolutely brilliant. I don't care much for the numbering, however. Its a little distracting, and yet a very minor gripe. Hey, I had to critique something. Best, Mark2004-01-28 22:32:30
japanese verse 24 (Old Age)Erzahl Leo M. EspinoThe count is perfect. And I know what message you're trying to deliver. But the only thing that bothers me is the premise that in "old age", people are not beautiful [when beauty is lost]. I can certainly see youth and strength fading. Wow, can I see it! Vanity mirrors indeed. Take care, Mark2003-09-10 21:46:13
Tempest FugueRachel F. SpinozaButbutyou dont have a cat. I remember the blue couch. But youre not talking about me, are you? Not sure about being salted to your taste anyhow. Love the title, and the teasing! Really though, you need a cat. Want me to bring you one? 2003-09-10 21:33:21
Hamburg HaikuMichael J. CluffAnd I thought to myself: its only 7:50; I still need to piss off at least one more person before 8:00. So here I am. I don't care for most haiku because usually writers are more concerned with count than anything else, such as thought consistancy. No problem here though. Your poem sings, as does the word "trills", yet not in the context of birds, but rather, in horror. Excellent word choice. Excellent haiku, Mike. Hope to see you again during the holidays. Mark 2003-09-10 21:11:56
Right to LifeRachel F. SpinozaWait a minute. Im supposed to be the troublemaker around here. Who the hell do you think you are? This poems not preceded by a public announcement or memory verse of any sorts, preferably Biblical. How am I to think objectively without first being prompted by religion? Jeez. Technically, your poem is perfect as usual. I dont care much for the title; it cheapens the effect of a very meaningful topic. Besides, I feel fairly certain the religious right [pardon the oxymoron] has copyrighted the term by now. Theme-wise: I think we may agree on some things; differ on others. Abortion is one of the few issues in which anyone can actually accuse me of straddling the fence. I have agreed to disagree and disagreed to agree, having done so in refusal of allowing religious beliefs to obfuscate my better judgment. My better judgment says a woman should be allowed to do what ever she wants to do with her body, as the case should be for anyone, regardless of sex. My better judgment also says adults should be responsible for their actions. And for this reason, I do not support abortion as a means of birth control. I do, however, support it in cases such as the ones mentioned in your poem. You have chosen a touchy subject, and for this you will be stoned at TPL. Hell, you may even be exorcised. But not by me, because when youre right, youre right. Hold on. The exorcism thingy may be fun. Yeah. Count me in. The other Mark. 2003-09-10 20:30:07
Dying, A Biblical AllegoryC ArrownutA little kubla khanic for my tastes. Sorry. Galen made me say that. Of course it sounds just like Bible stories. Yeah. Just like Bible stories. Now my head hurts. Got anything to relieve brain freeze short of a vaccum cleaner set on high? 2003-09-06 21:15:55
Sunday in Central Parkcarole j mennieAbsolutely priceless! Don't change a word. This one is in my top five picks for the month--for what its worth. Love your straightforwardness, Carole. Please tell me that you're not wasting your talents on this site. Best, Mark2003-09-06 20:42:49
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