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|Poem Title||Poet Name||Critique Given by Gerard A Geiger||Critique Date|
|My January Votes||Duane J Jackson||Dear Duane; Thank you for your support of Rachel's Marriage in the January Poetry Contest. My Oldest is now happily on her own. Thank you for your continued dupport of poetry on the Poetic Link. Your friend Gerard||2009-02-12 15:53:24|
|Low||Regis L Chapman||Dear Regis; a wonderful poem about the self introspection we all go through as poets. I disagree with the conclusion as Low for the heightened sense of self awareness you feel in order to have these feelings and to write this illuminating work. Doubt and necessary self doubt are part and parcel the working attributes of any serious poet....To search the deepest part of your being to understand your feelings is not a low thing. Regis, I have always found you a serious and talented poet and do so now. Fine work. Your friend Gerard||2009-01-24 21:49:04|
|The Children of Gaza||James C. Horak||Dear James; After reading this poem I can't help but think, as you wish me to, that the poem is referring to the children of Gaza as the children of God. Indeed what is worth the sacrifice as all life is heaven sent? Thanks for this timely reflective and important work. Your friend Gerard||2009-01-24 18:33:18|
|Whistle||Kenneth R. Patton||Dear Kenneth; Very interesting work on Whistling. Questioning why don't people whistle anymore? Do you remember what a thrill it was to begin to whistle?...and carry a difficult tune? My brother once told me that the best whistlers could whistle when they inhaled and exhaled. That was thirty years ago and I quit shortly after that. Enjoyed this piece thank you for brightening my day. Gerard||2009-01-24 18:05:55|
|A Moment's Day||James C. Horak||Dear James; This work extolls the beauty and virtue of recognizing the simple things in the authors life, like interacting with the environment by witnessing a sunset where a moment's day moves into night... that sliver of time where the sun beams stream over the horizon, creating fantastic shadows and birds, perhaps bats,seem to chase clamorous clouds, while sky surfing for insects, while the author relishes his next great thought, to find love on a supper plate. Extremely nice way of putting it... finding love on a supper plate...more than just sustenance for the physical being, but the committment of partnership for life, which is the basis of making a house a home and a family.... truly love on a supper plate is more profound than a simple dinner... and a romantic meal it is at sunset, for a man who is secure in his surroundings through the love he shares with his soulmate... I like the poem James....the mettle of a poet is shown through an almost effortless ease in making the mundane seem profound and vital... Thanks for this treat, your friend, Gerard||2007-05-24 00:07:33|
|Twilight Flight||Jana Buck Hanks||Dear Jana; absolutely love "morning's imperial purple edged dawn" what a wonderful description....you own it! Thanks for a truly wonderful walk through your creative process.. Thanks for the plane ride....put your flaps down...extend the landing gear...eta of 2 minute.. you may now retrieve your carry-ons from the overhead over and out.. your friend, Gerard||2007-05-21 15:00:53|
|On A Horse Of Course||Dellena Rovito||Dear Dellena; Chivalry isn't what it's made out to be. Nice humorous slant on the culmination of the designs of most spectators at events for which we all wax romantic...It appears that the lady has steadily held on to her handkerchief, when actually she was supposed to give it to her favorite...who then would wear it on his arm to signal his affection, and perform for her honour. Quite entertaining piece....enjoyed the read and the rhyme scheme. Thankyou for sharing this with us at TPL. Always your friend, Gerard||2007-05-21 08:21:00|
|Anna||DeniMari Z.||A beautiful Poignant sad and heartfelt work about an emotionally gutwrenching moment when your beloved Mother died, and you realized she was moving on from this earthly sphere. This is an honest emotionally packed poem which deals with the unthinkable dreaded event of every child, which is the passing of their mother. DeniMari the inner pathos and stark truth of this work is astounding.. Thank you for sharing this important piece....Anna is proud of you...she is always waiting for you... Always your friend. Gerard||2007-05-13 06:34:33|
|Spun Lace and Soap Suds||marilyn terwilleger||Dear Marilyn; A wonderful work extolling the beauty,serenity and power the sea has in affecting your life. It is almost religious in its treatment of the visual and emotional aspects of your present and past. In a way this work hearkens to the idea that man himself originated from the briny deep and all returns to the sea, are indeed returns to the primevil home of Man. Hope I'm somewhat near the mark...I really enjoyed this work immensley, Marilyn Thank you for this delightful submission. Always your friend, Gerard||2007-05-11 18:02:27|
|MY CLOWN||Monica ONeill||Dear Monica; What a lovely tribute to the unconquerable spirit of Arnie. I knew him through his poetry here at the poetic link. An amazing fellow...who was an engineer, changed careers at midlife to nursing and also went to clown college. He just did what interested him....the only problem with that as I can see is that his interests were so varied and life on earth too short for him to achieve all he wanted and was capable of. My life is better for having known Arnie, and I know your loss is deep. Take a certain degree of solace from the fact that he is proud of your work "My Clown" and such self deprecating humor espoused through Comedy is a very humble way to help lift the collective spirit of our fellow man...an idea also that Arnie believed in with his whole heart. Thank you Monica for this work remembering a wonderful Human Being, artist, poet,comic,engineer,nurse, and servant of his fellow man, Arnie S. Wachman. May God bless you and keep you, Gerard A. Geiger||2007-04-13 16:11:47|
|Stroking||Kenneth R. Patton||Kenneth; appropriately and aptly put throughout. We are all animals afterall...and physically and mentally require the "strokes" of fellow creatures...as part of our genetic make-up. This topic is avoided as unseemly to mention, but it is a true real need, and warrants our attention. Thank you for this submission. Nice to talk with you again. Take care, Gerard||2007-04-04 13:09:32|
|Would You Deny Me One of My Small Joys?||Kenneth R. Patton||Dear Kenneth; Delightful slice out of the life of our best friend. Loved it....especially liked "where I gleefully gnaw away on it until my gums bleed." wonderfully narrated in the first person. Quite entertaining...thank you.... I am so glad I happened by today to read this work. Best always, Gerard||2006-12-14 11:42:54|
|Another War||marilyn terwilleger||Dear Marilyn; Thank you for this heartfelt tribute to your husband...Not a murderer, but a sensitive conscience stricken man, suffering from post traumatic stress syndrome. He is a hero. He was asked to do what no young man should be asked to do...but is often necessary to ensure the freedoms of all... Later in life, the actions of our youth take on more meaning as we mature and realize the gravity of actions which we took lightly in our full power and bravado... I often think What did Christopher Columbus and Cortez thinklater in life when the gravity of the genocide they started finally dawned on them... Marilyn, Your Husband is a HERO...and your poem is a testament to the nature of the additional service he gave throughout his life....bearing the mental scars of battle which were quite debilitating to his rest and well-being.....truly above and beyond the call of duty. Thanks again for sharing this fine piece.. Always your friend, Gerard||2005-09-28 11:11:36|
|With Leaves Stirring||Mell W. Morris||Dear Mell; A beautiful descriptive work..extolling the elegant vibrant elements of desert flora..and the hidden strength of its foundation for life...the granite which provides its bejewelled spark.. intermittent...yet always there...accents for its sublime majesty. I particularly like: A profusion of grasses waves, trembling by the surprise Of their unmaking. and: These scenes rarely waver from stillness, stones which know a life without desires, dwelling in its own distance from nowhere. very nicely done. I feel like I've been there.... time for a raspberry Snapple... after all, we are talking desert, right? Always your friend, Mell Gerard||2005-09-28 09:06:32|
|Rumination on Love #1||Jillian K Sorenson||Dear Jillian; I like the fresh new approach in using the metaphor: our souls are revealed through the scents we wear. and then you continue the comaparison from Romance scents of beginning love..to the scents of constant committment, everyday monotony and occasional argument. The appropriate ending in this end of honeymoon tale is the lament that you prefer the fairy tale where princes never turn into toads. But we all know reality must rear its ugly head and snarl a bit before dinner... so in this sense your work is a cross-section of different moods(scents) that pepper a relationship with a realists ending that your partner may indeed be a toad. Nevertheless we hope you can still appreciate the romantic toad and work through these minor realist flaws.||2005-09-22 10:27:07|
|I Think of You||Medard Louis Lefevre Jr.||Dear Medard; A haunting poem about a lifetime of worshipping someone from afar... unrequited love on a grand scale as related in this somber work from one who has never tasted the fruit of his most ardent desire. As alove poem, this is wonderful and cannot be improved (IMHO) thank you for sharing this work chock full of real heartfelt passion/longing/angst/ but no remorse even when facing the last moments of his senseless death/life...unrequited love till the end. A moving work, Medard. Thanks for allowing me to review this. It is unique and grand as it is. Your friend, Gerard||2005-09-16 13:15:42|
|I Am Fred Chapter 111||marilyn terwilleger||Dear Marilyn; I have read all your fred poems, and have the following comments: I think it is a great way to exercise your mind and writing skills. I like the simplicity of the rhymes ...this is something children and other people would like to duplicate...to make additional stanza's as a game. Fred,Ted,Dead,Bed,said,red,ned,stead,read,lead,led,bread...give lots of room for story telling....perhaps you can include internal rhymeswith the lines as a regular or recurring part of the structure. My suggestion is to keep on doing this until you tire,or exhaust the terms you can rhyme... then review all to winnow down to a cogent story. Then....once you have a complete story line, you can add....or have a game to add more stanza's. Well, I don't know if this is helpful, but thanks for the opportunity to throw my comments into the mix.... I wouldn't want the reviews of fred to go underfed... Your friend, Gerard||2005-09-14 13:41:08|
|I Am Fred Chapter V||marilyn terwilleger||Dear Marilyn; I have not read your other chapters about fred. I imagine you are writing a children's story with this simple verse and rhyme scheme. It is attractive and will appeal to a less mature audience than we usually encounter here at the Poetic link. I applaud your effort Marilyn....and am sorry that I cannot offer any suggestions for improvement. Thank you for offering me the opportunity to read this work...and I will try to get to the other 4 chapters, before I can comment more fully. Always your friend, Gerard||2005-09-14 11:07:27|
|Unscheduled return||Mark Andrew Hislop||Dear Mark I like this work. I like the delivery in the first person. I imagined at first the narrator was a dog... waiting expectantly on its master. This I perceived from "my tongue licks the floor with my footsteps" and after asking if a flower is demanded... "I can already taste the dirt". is something a dog might say if he is busy biting flowers and ripping them out of a garden... But after thinking a bit more, I think you relly like this person...and for "Her" you are happy to be servile, or the faithful dog in this relationship. The matter -of-fact presentation leads me to believe there is no hostility involved, only a slavish sense of loyalty and love/attraction. Thank you for this refreshing look at a relationship. Your friend, Gerard||2005-09-14 09:26:37|
|love||charles r pitts||DEear Charles; A fine piece encapsulating the process and concerns of falling in love...and being in a meaningful relationship. The last three lines grandly close and summarize this piece... with the appropiate final maxim "that only truth and trust can only make real". A wothwhile lesson from this worthwhile read. Thanks for sharing. Your friend, Gerard||2005-09-14 08:47:33|
|Monday Morning||stephen g skipper||Dear Steven; A poignant work extolling the loss of a past lover. Remembering her on a rainy monday morning...her memory is is both comforting..and disconcerting when taken in comparison to the present lonliness of cold sheets... Bittersweet, love-lost or just love-missed, in either event...alone with just the memories. A good work explaining an emotional landscape familiar to most. Thanks for sharing this work Steven. your friend, Gerard||2005-09-14 08:39:51|
|Clearing Skies||Dellena Rovito||Dear Dellena; I think I get it...The stanza's are arranged to mimick clouds breaking out of a more closely packed cumulus... mirroring the content of the poem which is relating how clouds break up and expose previously hiden sunlight....and the infinite spaces beyond. Very good. A New and unique take on the sky Without using bows and flows of angel's hair!! Thanks for this new and perceptive work. Your friend, Gerard||2005-09-12 14:13:06|
|New Orleans, Long After Katrina||Karen Ann Jacobs||Dear Karen; Thanks for the optimist point of view. N Orleans is temporarily down by a situation out of its control, but it is not out... nor has it lost its verve. Thanks for this positive work. your friend, Gerard||2005-09-09 14:13:27|
|After Katrina . . .||Latorial D. Faison||Dear Latorial: I hear you...I have read this work... I understand the futility and frustration..and the anger that suffering occurred where it should have been avoided... Katrina deposited twenty feet of water in a city in a bowl... a city that relied on sump pumps to keep it dry... where were the state and town evacuation plans? Every homeowner knows sump pumps are not reliable...even with electric power they burn out. The lack of foresight exhibited by all government officials in civil engineering, disaster preparedness,and basic first-aid and security....is just apalling... Keep on talking Latorial...thanks for sharing this heartfelt work.. Your friend, Gerard||2005-09-09 13:42:05|
|Unexpectedly Stone||Joanne M Uppendahl||Dear Joanne; This poem is good, it is real, it comes from that unreachable spot surprizingly close to the surface in everyone, but too far under the skin to be observed without an psyche/emotion microscope. We all feel this way...even sleeping head to head... you are still 6-8 inches away....which, incidentally, is an infinite # of gradations away from Zero. The bottom line...the only thing we have in life is interaction with other humans....who can never really know us unless we tell them....and most don't have an attention span long enough to listen or remember....but we cannot give up on them... because WE are so important WE SHOULD be remembered, damn it! I like you poem, because we all have blue mondays...and we all should start blue monday collections... Thanks for sharing this on TPL.. Your fan and friend, Gerard||2005-09-09 13:23:15|
|Senyru 818||Michael J. Cluff||Dear Michael; I love the haiku-like form(5-7-5) although I'm ignorant concerning Senyru, I imagine it has to do with human nature....or occurrences in the human environment. Now you know just how ignorant I am.. Nevertheless, Michael I like your poem. I like the brief succinct accurate way you describe the dapper dress of the man with his Green sports coat and appropriately conservative colored tie which is precisely the proper length for someone who is fastidious.... likes to control things like dress and employment and probably other things in his life....then, you blow the reader out of the calm controlled environment with the next line... pink slip on his desk.... which can only denote a lay-off notice...upsetting his financial applecart...and portending emotional anxiety producing grief for him and his family.... etc. etc.. Some people with green sports coats receive them from their employers as they denote a specific threshold of sales achieved.. or experience gained. If this is true for your main character,then the pink slip is more significant, in that he was a high achiever who has fallen to being fired/let-go. A humbling, humiliating, soulsearching situation....thrust upon someone who clearly dressed as though he was secure with himself and his employment. Ironic, sad, somewhat distressing evoking empathy.... quite a lot in 17 syllables... I cannot improve this...it's wonderful Thanks for the lesson in Senyru... Gerard||2005-09-09 12:02:27|
|Ah, The Blame Game||Kenneth R. Patton||Dear Kenneth: I like the poem. I agree with you 100%. The Katrina disaster was unlike any other disaster we have experienced. It actually changed the state of the landscape from solid to liquid....for an extensive period of time... we do not have amphibious vehicles to deal with that type of disaster... I like your rhyme scheme at the end of each three line stanza. I also like the last line as a simple moral for those who like to blame. Thanks for this unique perspective.. Your friend, Gerard||2005-09-09 10:24:50|
|Boomers||Paul R Lindenmeyer||Dear Paul; I have to comment on this piece.. You don't need to revise... it is fine, just fine... Yes we do sugar coat the past and the trials and tribulations of the sixties, when a whole country was busy growing up and making huge mistakes on both sides of the fence. From its limited perspective of inexperience youth had a ready answer for everything....and could not/would not compromise its ideals...(or sell out) Well, yes we grew up...we learned to compromise to achieve the most meaningful goals, and shock!! we became them, only a little bit better (IMHO). Thanks for this thoughtful work. Your friend, Gerard||2005-09-07 01:33:29|
|Crucible of the Towers||Paul R Lindenmeyer||Dear Paul; A worthy poem, filled with the trepidation and foreboding which would accompany the act of climbing stairs in a smokefilled vertical channel...to rescue others from certain destruction... Wonderful understanding of the presence of mind of heroes in the act of doing what they must do for what they all commonly recognize as the Better Good,i.e., saving their fellow man. Thank you for your understanding and for transmitting it to all through the creation of this fine memorial piece. Your friend, Gerard||2005-09-07 01:15:38|
|Flashbacks||Audrey R Donegan||Dear Audrey; Another fine work dealing with the guilt shame and broken innocence of youth as a result of child sex abuse. Startling sad and Oh so real, with the shining beacon of intelligence penetrating through the haze of shock and hurt...associated with the self loathing and despair brought on by this form chidhood torture. Sad but a wonderful work nontheless. Please continue exploring your talent Audrey..you have a wonderful gift. Your friend, Gerard||2005-08-31 09:45:14|
|Dignity||DeniMari Z.||Dear DeniMari; I want you to know that I read this piece and enjoyed it tremendously. All thinking humans should have a plan to create something special out of their life... I like your delivery in this piece and especially like the last stanza... Thanks for sharing, Always your friend, Gerard||2005-08-21 06:18:28|
|The Dirt Farmer||Jordan Brendez Bandojo||Dear Jordan; A wonderful tribute to the lifetime of love and labor exposed through the daily actions of your father as the provider for his family from his loving son.....a thoughtful loving tribute for a lifetime of untiring effort....simply wonderful Jordan, your father should be proud ....thanks for sharing this heartfelt piece. Your friend, Gerard||2005-08-20 15:02:44|
|Our Time||Audrey R Donegan||Dear Audrey; A wonderful, reflective, analysis of your current state of "love"....not as a wide eyed stricken young girl, but as a thoughtful discerning woman capable of making and assessing rational decisions...my favorite line..."knowing in this moment You are my life's completion"... Audrey...I think it sounds like you've met your soul mate....congratulations!....life is grand!!! Thanks for this positive upbeat and thoughtful love poem. Your friend, Gerard||2005-08-18 12:36:08|
|The Farmer||marilyn terwilleger||Dear Marilyn; The Farmer is an appropriate ode to the steadfast labor involved with minimal assurance that the necessary nutrient of rain will come. Your farmers angst is clear as he sees less than a cup of water in his brook or irrigation ditch. Yet he continues with his labor turning his rows while keeping a watchful eye on the natural actions of the sky which foretell coming rain. As the rains come, he cries, probably from relief of his worry and gratitude that his crop will have sustenance... and God understood.... as he always has and always will... A lovely, earthy, hearty, plain and honorable work. I like it....thankyou for this fine piece, Marilyn. Your friend, Gerard||2005-08-17 21:17:46|
|Green Grass||marilyn terwilleger||Marilyn; A trip around the natural world, with vivid descriptions of many different types of habitats, yet you return to the green of home and realized where your true comfort lies...A reaffirmation that your basic life and values are precious and should be savored, without looking for exotic answers to simple questions about peace and solitude, security and comfort. Thanks for this introspective and instructive piece.. Always your friend, Gerard||2005-08-09 15:32:02|
|A Poem With a Title Longer Than Itself||Kenneth R. Patton||Hi Kenneth; I have liked these kinds of simple word poems since I was a Kid...one of my favorites is: A man was born, he was. The man died, he was. It's true, it is....is short sweet true and a mini-celebration of the quirkiness of language.....I like it.. Thanks for the entertainment Gerard||2005-08-09 15:24:31|
|The Marsh Cat||stephen g skipper||Dear Stephen; A unique work, discussing the ephemeral aspects of dating...those times you are together,so fleeting, to the memory appear as stolen moments, leaving one longing for the time you can both be together always....not relegated to share only feeding and napping times like a marsh cat. I like your free verse delivery... and hope my comments are close to the mark.. Thank you for sharing this thoughtful piece. Gerard||2005-08-08 12:50:06|
|My Faults||Joyce P. Hale||Dear Joyce; I nice humurous collection of couplets dealing with your relationship and the differences among the sexes... No need to come to a positive conclusion, as these mismatches have occurredsince time began. Thanks for the levity ..enjoyed the trip. Always your friend, Gerard||2005-08-04 10:52:01|
|I Wonder||marilyn terwilleger||Dear Marilyn; From one dawn lover to another....I love this poem. Sunrise does indeed shatter night... my favorite verse: Sun peeks above horizon's brink giving plaudit to sonorous hues, from primrose to maize, that creeps between The cracks of dawn. Sunlight creeping between the cracks of dawn is just a wonderful statement.... another amongst many in this fine work..... as a parting thought for what its worth...I think its more devine to wonder... Thanks for another fine poem... always your friend... Gerard||2005-07-25 17:42:12|
|The Back Side of the Moon||Mell W. Morris||Dear Mell: A thoughtful descriptive work from one who loves freedom and nature....although now confined from illness...wishing to be free to fly once again with the birds she loves under the sky she looks at longingly, both day and night, from her bedroom window. Mell I enjoyed this piece and understand completely the solitary muted feelings of confinement...you are experiencing. I wish you all the best and pray for your recovery... Thank you for sharing this fine piece.... Always your FAN and friend.... Gerard||2005-07-25 14:02:18|
|C'mon||Kenneth R. Patton||Dear Kenneth; If we are honest...as you seem to be... the boy indeed is not too distant from the man's reflection.... Its too bad the man's reflection "The work You" looks so tired and worn.... we all need to awaken the boy...for it is not the work you will remembber...sand that is probably because it is not worth remembering.... to the all elusive boy....that being who overflowed with energy and knew in his young heart what was right, but was to meek in the ways of the world to be assertive..among the large flesh statues, the intractable immovable lethargic adults... Thanks for this thoughtful look at your insides... I'm always ready to play....ollie ollie umphrey I really liked this piece... Your friend, Gerard||2005-04-20 13:14:12|
|In the paths of heroes||Nancy Ann Hemsworth||Dear William; Thoughtful work on the nature of Hero's, made or born? Grown and nurtured is more like it,from my perspective. Hero's do not know they do anything heroic, they just know they do the right thing...what is expected of them...and in turn what they expect from their comrades...all for one and one for all is the simplest equation of this philosophy on life..bred in the company of men (humans) for a purpose larger than any one man, applicable to all for the future good of all. Yes, there are casualties as you describe....and the loss of anyone is irrevocable with a gaping hole of anguish and angst....and yes the footsteps of hero's only lead so far ...for the hero and those who love him or her... but the selflessness of the Hero's act has repurcussions that carry on through the generations...affecting perhaps Billions of people down the road. Thank you for submitting this thoughtful work. Lookingforward to sharing more works with you on TPL. best always, Gerard||2005-04-14 13:51:44|
|Crooked Shadows||marilyn terwilleger||Dear Marilyn; This work is astounding! You take the moments of twilight and evening fog mix them with sunlight refracted from the moon as slivers among the spreading indigo of darkness... stand at the window inhaling mountainous pomp (unique,beautiful originality) watch in dread crooked shadows (presumably through the trees) sine the sun...and your muse is dead... Sun or no sun, your muse is alive and kicking, and I feel it all the way to my ankles.... This is just superfine work Marilyn...I am proud to have shared this moment of discovery with you....Thank you for this lesson.. Always your friend, Gerard||2005-04-14 13:22:54|
|Ever Over||hello haveaniceday||Dear Barbara: a delightful work overflowing with the exuberance and action of a budding spring. The author as witness cannot help but be sucked in to the experiment..commenting on all the distracting wonderful aspects of the natural world surrounding her while attempting to jump start inspiration. In the close she realizes that the nest of seven baby wrens on her Geraniums is all anyone (she) needs for her inspiration..her grounding,... her refrain. Delightful Work... MY word processing program capitalizes every first word in a line....sometimes I like it ...other times I don't.... anyway you want to do it is fine with me, Barbara... I like this work.... Always your friend, Gerard||2005-04-14 12:31:40|
|Following the Tributary Home||Molly Johnson||Dear Molly; Wonderful work as grounded to your mate as a salmon to its home shore. Beautiful Imagery! I especially like press the slick side of my migration against your shore.. Whatever it is that poetry is supposed to have. And wherever poetry is supposed to touch to elicit a response from the reader...You have it! I cannot totally describe it but, you ..go ...girl....you got it!! always your friend, Gerard||2005-03-03 15:59:04|
|I Can hear Humming Bird Wings||marilyn terwilleger||Dear Marilyn: This is a wonderful work about a second chance to appreciate the sights and sounds of the world around you. The writerexperiences a rebirth of ability to hear and see the slightest natural occurrences around her and is filled with wonder and awe. Descriptive poetic phrases abound in this thought provoking new look at life.... terms I found unique and moving: solemn silence holds sound for me.. avid thunder speaks in tongues... twilight with its vermilion moon hanging above... and of course... "hear humming birds wings" All of the above, Marilyn, prove your mettle as a poet... and understate the majesty of the trivial things you so eloquently observe and embrace...in your appreciation of this second chance to experience life.. LOve it. Thanks for sharing this fine work. Always your friend, Gerard||2005-03-01 18:23:55|
|With A Certain Humming In My Ears||Mell W. Morris||Dear Mell; Did pascal write catch 22? After all, Yossarian couldn't get a section eight discharge, because you had to be crazy to be a pilot in the firstplace. From your fine work as a poet, you deserve The god-given rights for a full blown proper psychosis... as we all know to be any kind of a poet you must be a little loose in the cracker barrel; playing with an attic full of broken toys; or compulsively drooling in a fizzy factory. As long as your still thinking about going a little nuts, you're still there with cerebral matter a healthy gray, churning those electrons and spewing your mellifluous melodic verse for a waiting and enraptured audience. I'll be waiting in the front row to hear your latest... Always your friend, Gerard PS. I really liked your poem, found it humorous...an enjoyable read. I hope you are feeling better, Mell...and I look forward to spending a little more time at TPL in the next few weeks.||2005-02-25 22:16:15|
|Open Your Eyes||Latorial D. Faison||Dear Latorial; This is an important work. The message is the street culture of the oppressed...leads to continue the cycle...of underachievement...and subsequent economic hardship...education (second stanza) is the key to breaking out of this economic enslavement....you bring this home in the following lines: That we can't find the time To stand up or grab the right tools Tools of power: revelation and knowledge Financial freedom and college Too many young people in America swallow the idea of hitting a home run ball and reaping great fame and financial reward far surpassing the amount of time, education and overall effort necessary to maintain that high standard of living.. The only antidote to this intoxicant is education and successive responsible work experience...which are the necessary ingredients to build a legitimate career, and climb out of the urban trenches. Thanks for sharing this insightful work. Best always, Gerard||2005-02-25 21:22:37|
|Reunion||Joanne M Uppendahl||Dear Joanne; What a beautifully heartfelt poem about time spent with your Grandmother. Memories of congregating family members around the kitchen and hearth...along with the attendant smells associated with a clean well-kept home during the apex of its use as hub of the family activity center. Picturesque, homespun, warm and gentle....may I have a corn muffin, please? You may say no....but I bet Granma would say yes....and give me some strawberries to go with it!!.. Thanks for this delightful work, always your friend, Gerard||2005-02-24 17:59:05|
|New Year's Eve||Kenneth R. Patton||Dear Kenneth: A hauntingly succinct picture of a lonely soul caught in the throes of alcoholism. The drug rules rhe man... Concise and chilling in its simple truth. Very well executed. Thanks for sharing this important work.. Gerard||2005-01-01 07:52:45|
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