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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Joanne Duval Morgan	Critique Date
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
Haiku	Andrea M. Taylor	Hi Andrea, I love haiku, the count is great, your use of descriptives meld nicely together, leaving me with the sensation of Spring, although I must admit I am absolutely blank when it comes to identifying all the beautiful vestages of Sprung, but to non-green lack of isentification, this poem reverberates nicely for me. We just went through one of the most horrible Winter's and this lightens the spirit, along with the milder temperatures we're being to experience around here, the sun shines more then hides, and there is a quickening of the blood in anticipation. Lovely haiku. I don't believe I've critiqued any other haiku bu by you, but you certainly show all the sensation within the very difficut restricts of creating haiku. Great show, a lot of sensation in your dialogue, very enjoyable....DFeb's coming hope we can get together for lunch or something. Good luck with this haiku, love it more are beginning to use this style, considering it's always been a favorite style for me, it's wonderful to see.....Best always, Jo Morgan	2004-03-25 21:08:13
My Summer Dream Cabin	Marcia McCaslin	Oh, this is marvelous, what sweet solitude to gather oneself, surrounded by the bounty of the Creators glorius repast put here, for us only to slow and recognize exactly the bounty the surrounds us, for the person, cabin, the moss the fauna, the beauty, so scenic and quiet, will joining in fellowship with Gods other creatures, to allow them time to trust, to put a repast in for their tastes, wonderful, I'm right there in the woods at that cabin. How sweet this is worded and what inner peace this creates in this beings soul, almost as if we've died and gone to heaven, no speed, no noise, no threats, just peace, quiet and tranquility. What a wonderful poem, for in it you cite where you are in this universe, wouldn't it be wonderful if all could turn this corner, and know the struggles are no behind, the health is stable, and now one can think of themselves, and not be selfish, just mature enough to know, enough is enough, now for the peace and transquility. So lovely, so maturelly writtenm, it comforforts and offers the reader a glimp of what could be, and if one wants these sensations it's not beyond their reach. Listen Marcia, I critiqued a long critique about your Isreal poem, another wonderful poem, only at the end of the critique I hit the do not critique button, and the critique is lost, I'm sorry just one of those absent minded, non thinking elderly phoopaas. It was a wonderful poem. Take care, be safe, and come back, don't get lost and leave us again, we need to read a lot more of your submissions...Lovely. Luv, Jo	2004-03-22 16:08:26
japanese verse 42 (Pollination)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Adorable Erzahl, love the alligory, quite fitting I would say for Pollination, certainly adifferent twist on the subject. One fact this poem (haiku) commits to is the coming of everything beautiful, once the growing season, both in flora and fauna, and the muliple meetings it takes to create the beauty all of us can enjoy. We are in Spring, and the temperature is quite nice with the sun shining, more often then it does during those dismal days of winter, right now however the wind chill facor is depriving us of those warmer Spring time breezes, however one hasn't given up hope, new highs are established for all of us, each like these small creatures reach for the sunbeams. Wopnderful dedication to care, kind and caring come with the love of God, and Claire is a very caring woman, who in essence is the life blood of her family, and all that care for her. Of course you understand I can't speak for whats happening in Tully, I down more South in Massachusetts them she is, but no matter we are sisters under the skin with shared placement in the solar system, who knows one of these days we may meet, and I'd like that....great haiku, very enjoyable, Best regards always, Jo Morgan	2004-03-22 08:23:22
The Bucket	Marcia McCaslin	Hi Marcia, Go on that vacation and really enjoy yourself, such a relief to see you come back to the mainstream and begin to write again. I thought of the old country song, Old Oaken Bucket, even before the read your poem, part nattative, lots of country nostalgia, vivid view transformed your words of wonder, beautiful ending, Captures all the sensation, of that bucket reflecting the stars of the milky way, beautiful romantic ending, yet reality see the Stable Manager in the bar hoisting his escapism in drink, the animals sated and quieted for the day, the bucket full of history (of all of us) hanging once again, building, and building on whats in the future, and the bucket knows, more dirt to cake it's crevices, and tarnish the metal that frames it's conception, as a newly made bucket that will experience the glory and the hurt, the rain, the snow?, the history remembered in it's congifuration. It's beautifully phrased, romantic in some phases, tried and true in others. Isn't that what all our make up is, to be tried and true, to face the demons of time, to become a part of the makeup of the cosmos, thus stars do shine and remember all of the history experienced. An artifact to mankind and it's history. Lovely, I missed your poetry and I'm peaceful now to see it once again displayed for all to enjoy, a universal piece that sings, beautiful, well done memorial to time........Love always, enjoy the rest, Jo	2004-03-20 11:32:24
Spring is Born	marilyn terwilleger	Neato Marilyn, what a great sensation this poem creates, the approach is different, clean and crisp, just what one would expect from Spring. I've a a couple of premendous poems on Spring here, and this ranks up there with the best (you know the artist). What a grand springing forth you have done in writing wondersul, entaintaining and inclusive poetry, that allows the reader to breath in the scents your words in combination creates. No way would I suggest anything, the Good Lord put me here to enjoy the beauty created in the blossoms, and scents of the beauty already engulfing us. Love this poem to, it's right up there. My Girl you know not what you create, a piece of artistic endevor that allows many to enjoy the pictures, and sense of cadence and beauty your words command. Great..Great..Great once again, keep it up you'll reach laurent status in the end, you certainly are developing a readship and just waits to see your latest artistic beauty. Love Ya, God Bless, keep on a writin.....Jo	2004-03-19 20:04:26
Spring Quartet	Joanne M Uppendahl	Ah what peace, Thank You, I'm about ready to sleep enjoying the young birds in their sweetly chirping for their food, I watch the pigeons in their daily flight, seemingly erratic yet with purpose, cooing their message of Spring, unfortunately no frogs evade this solitude, in the middle of a concret jungle, I have my childhood memories, of safely sleeping in woods, on beds of pine needles, the sun warming the spirit, the chance to be in peace and quiet (one of five, two Grandmothers, a Mom and Dad, and numerous visitors drove me to seek the solitude of frest water waves lapping the shorline, quiet sounds, again safely asleep in a solitary peaceful surrounding. So as you can see the beauty of your poem makes rise the memories, and the strong desire for the sun, all things new, in this space we're allowed. Even now I am nursing a potted plant of unknown origin (no green thumb here), but plenty of water and partial sun sees new buds daily, and I can watch the unfurling of new leaves, what greater then Spring. Beautiful Joanne, you got me with this one all right.....Love Jo	2004-03-19 17:36:14
japanese verse 41 (Rainbow)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Lovely Erzahl, mana wrapped as a gift from Heaven, a family aware, a daughters concern, her love emeshed in your dedecation, her belief, relayed strongly in the super haiku. Who would I be to suggest, once again all I can do is give acclodes. Your humanity shines through brillantly in this haiku, and your decidation is beautiful. Pain, and tomet for a mortal being to think one so ill is committing suicide. I've lost all of my parents generation, and the one lesson I learned is that people know when their end is near, and many times they implement daily routine to speed up the process of going home, yet I was left with one understanding the need of the person involved, and I'm convinced that their wish is true, and in this last chapter of life they don't consider it suicide, all they want to do is go home, that means dying, going to the serenity of their last existence, and in a way as I saw my husband lieying there dying, I wanted to keep him with me forever, but then I understood that is selfish on my part, and as soon as I accepted the eventual end, I was at peace, because he was finally peaceful, before his last breath he opened his eyes, looked at me, and said I love you, Thank you, and I knew that I had done with God ordinated, I was at peace also. So your haiku holds many flavors, or layers Erzahl, for Clair it offered her peace, and gave strength, as such it deserves all the rewards. Again well written, what else could I possibly day. God Bless you for your humanity and compassion, this haiku proves the merit of the man/poet. Best regards always, Jo Morgan	2004-03-16 17:34:51
Karl Rove's Nightmare	Leo Wilder	yes indeed, I can understand this playing with accompanying coutry music, not being a musician I couldn't tell you what tune, but the cadence and rhythm incorporated in word placement, accompying a built in rhythm to the words. Hoawever, I nearly busted a gut when I read the poem, oh boy, cheeky, but the plot is more then obvious as one read, and secretly I wish I had written thuis, for the humor is too far out, for someone like me who is more of a reluctant conservertive, but some writers do this well, and in this case you've done it excellently. A poem of the times, that points to the underlying values of a man raised and believing that everything he does will be approved by the Texans (I think he better look around, that may prove to be a false assumption, Texans can think and know the difference between a lie, and the absolute truth), anyway quite a poem, and your right to write, for you accomplish what many of us are reluctant to do. Neat submission, and I'll protect you're right, to be as expressive as this poem, my past service in the Matrine Corps tells me thats the principled thing to do. I'd love to hear the album by the way, will you let the forum know whn the album is published? A fan believe me!! Best regards, Jo Morgan	2004-03-16 15:25:17
Memories of Bertha	Sherri L. West	Oh Sherri, the honesty of the proclaimination sure makes this poetic. If like your Mom you develope the family talent, we at TPL will indeed be fortunate. Each essence of your Grandmother and the bonding that was so strong came through so well, the persona of her is the most loving tribute a Grandmother could hope for when it comes to a common bond of shared love, and how she meet your expectation, eh? She met you in your games, sewed dool's clothes yet you ended up with all of them, the box holding the treasure, not necessairly great fortune, but a part of that something that cemented and bonded you together. I think for me, the warmth of her lap, smeeling the cooffe smell, listening to it's journey as she swallowed, her heatbeat, your heartbeat....wonderful protrayal, and evidence of the love, then the move, and it changes, doesn't it, a remose and great feeling of longing, missing the person so close, now to be far, and a life lesson, nothing is forever, and our flecibabily is adjusting, yet the love never changed. You more then carried the intent strongly Sherri, it's a poeam I hold near and dear, as I've had to adjust to my two youngest Grandmothers surrended, now being raised by a niece, so many stories, so many emotions, such longing, oh for sure instant identification....you are a wonderful Mother's daughter. Good luck and Best regards, wonderful first attempt, keep in there, a definate talent shows...Joanne Morgan	2004-03-15 16:31:43
I Am Fred	marilyn terwilleger	Oh Marilyn, just how Irish can you be before this celebrated St. Patricks Day. What a lilt, and Irish flavor you catch in this jaunty, and very humerious poem. The broag is wonderful, the sense of our little lepricaun is out of the world, then the question and the very human resonse, of course she didn't love Fred, she loved Bob. Cheer me up this fine Saturday morning. You beginning to become very diverse in your writing, this theme for instance is electric, and just speaks that certain winesome chime of Irish Foke Lore, wonderful. Your skill so broad and sweeping, wonderful. Read your Daughter critique, if that isn't fate Marilyn, then I was struck with the sense of relief, Mom is fine, she's coming out of the sorrow into the sunlight, wonderful critique. Best of luck, this St. Patrick's Day, my Greatgrandmother Mary McClure, always returns to me this time of year, and my Irish shines through, heh, heh, I even have a cane in the shape of the crooked canes carried these many years when people interperate the Irish, I always wear Green on St. Patrick's Day, always figures Granmother Mary McClure endowed me with that right, with green Irish eyes, many always thought me Irish anyway. Keep writing, it's enchanting.....Love, Jo	2004-03-13 15:26:24
Terra Incognita	Mell W. Morris	Lordy what a unique title, your poem borders on those things that most never speak of, simply because if we cite the way we think, and oddities affect us, that other will label us as quurkly, and unusual. Never doubt my friend that certain oddieies have affected us all, it's the way of human nauture, that's why I don't judge, I am the format all my existence is based on, and who am I to judge othes. I love this poem, the flow, and the wonderful, although unintention internal ryme. No doubt all of us meet the critera as established by the dept of your thinking. A brief insight to me is probably best described as a person thats floated through cosmic space, and eventually sits in this lovely, calming pink cloud, heads above the reality, escapism, maybe, never the less a beautifully memory of a dream I had as a child, and I can go there away from the pain, and enjoy the serenity, peace and quit we seem to need. I'm sorry if I seem distracted, but my thin skin bleeds by itself at the oddest times, and blood drips before I realize it. My bodily functions seemed to have shut down completely, and I'm exhausted and in pain constantly. Most of all it's the reality, that my time grows short, I'm not being hysterical, or even looking for pity, I find the process intruging, I've often wondered if people realize they are dying, and for all of me I don't know how they don't, or fight for life, when the natural course is winding down. I scour my brain, because I do want one last poem, that incorporates all these thoughts, and literally I know it's impossible, and the one constant is, there is no fear of dying. I've been very fortunate and blessed in my life, and TPL offers me a home base, and I've grown to love and admire everyone, even though other may think they have quirks, they don't you know they are just being that diverfied personity that creats this web calledlife. So sweety not quirky, you write with soul first, your heart and your head, and fortunately God has graced you with a natural talent to be so expreeive, that's why you have a following, Fate decreed you would, and I just glad I got to enjoy a part of it, grateful really, you do give me comfort, and acceptance, and that is better then all the gold in the world. You go girl, keep climbing you have peaks yet to conquer, and so you shall. My love always friend/girl, Jo	2004-03-13 12:11:36
Sable Shadow	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, instant identification. Memories have to surffice wher a hug of reassurance once stood. Yes, you've described in great poetic form, one of the realities that many of us have had to deal with. Honestly right I'm frightened of the darkness that commands sleep, for when I did sleep I had glorious memories to dream of, the the reality that the end of my life is near, scares me to a degree, yet I'm not afraid to die, just that if I do I can't bear witness to my Grandchildrens growth, or that certain individuals,from my past, are beginning to appear in my deams, almost as if they are preparing me for final breaths. The unknown factor is the most difficult for me to contend with, I think if I know the when it would easier for me. These dreams cause more reflection as to meanings, and at times is scarey. Anywhere, wonderful once again, you wrote of all the nuances, even your notes explain the position and reason you choose this site to demonstrate a talents that is, or has been hidden in you, finally relief of the unknown, huh? Well I admire this submission, but then we share widowhood, and that is a completely different part of life, I don't believe and of us give a great thought to. Missed, yes sorely, but the moot point is we can't go back, all we can do if foreward, and sometimes we do whatever is necessary to exercise demons, ot bad vibes (dreams) in this case. Good show fello widow in heart and spirit, Love always, Jo	2004-03-12 14:18:12
Compassion	Debbie Spicer	Oh Debbie, the best friend, the tenderness in the eyes, the forgiveness of folly, wrong decisions made, and yet no judgement, just true compassion, never having had the opportunity of meeting, and I don't think there are many here you meet personsally, I do believe this is a moast heartfelt and truly compassionate tribute to the one individual who has see your through a multitude of emotions, and he has never never judged, just stood by offering his strength, and his love, based on the true foundation of what your marriage is based on, then I believe your children has demonstrated compassion and love with no judgement, and then finally Sydney her throws excited arms around your neck, and loves you with no judgement, and that's what truly counts, a compassionate, loving, caring and endurning family, now you take extended metaphor, and there have been many who identified, felt your pain, sensed your strength, that's your extended family. All that compassionate is easy to give, for you are one compassionate woman, with a strength that will see you trough, and finally allow the true measure of peace and tranquility. Wonderful tribute, written very, very well (as usual). I sat earlier typing a respnse, to be thrown off the site, for some unknown reason. I had burned my candle at both ends at that point, but I know I could dig up enough energy to accomplish what I attempted earlier. I've said this for months, as you crawled, then toddled, and eventually walked, that you had the God giben endurance, and strength to beat the demons of the past, and it has come to past, and so easily once again I tell you of the pride I feel in your accomplishment, for I am proud of you....Love always, Big Sis, Jo	2004-03-12 14:00:49
APPROACHING FULL CIRCLE (a self portrait)	Marcia McCaslin	Oh Marcia, I'm in seventh heaven, finally to hear from you, to see how these many moths your muse has finally recognized itself as equal, for you finally to once against post. I've missed you. Yes Poof Marcia, in the end I think all of us who have struggled, fought continual fights throuhout our lives, finally realize that all those Earthly achievements, mean only as much as the papaer they are printed on. One never looks foracclodes, so we supplanted being sucessful for that fleeting space of time, when the reality is, the first rule, if you cannot like yourself yours struggles with multiply, but if we finally we are our own best friends, then everything falls into place, a measure of peacefulness, the tranquil attitude that seemed inborn all these years finally comes to the fruitation of understand, we are our own best friend, and if we are then it is easy to embrace with compassion those that are lost, or huring, still fighting their figth. Don't know if I interpertated your intention correctly, but this is what I personally felt as deepsensation, the reality of the truth......I'm sure glad, and relieved to read this submission, I know health wise your mettle has sorely be tested, and you came though, maybe like me a physical vestage of what I was, but strongly emotional, and easily I feel the pain of others. All these months I missed your posting, Thank God, for I think you may have turned the corner of life...My Love and God Bless, Jo Mo	2004-03-12 07:08:21
japanese verse 21 to 40 - Second Collection	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Hi Erzahl, After being down for two days I decided to check my poem list. Now I already critiqued this secon setof haiku's, and commented on their clarity of thought, their brilliance of descriptives. As a matter of fact I commented on understanding Old age (being in it myself), and stated I thought it wonderful someone your age, grasped the essence in correct count and brilliance of descriptives. Do you receive that critique, or was it wiped clean when TPL suffered the burn out, and inability of the SQL server to function and put us all in touch with one another? Anyway it's not difficult to say enjoyable, one and all, and I also asked if you have committed these haiku to books yet, and if you had, how can I purchase copies. At any rate wonderful once again, you are the Master Haiku writer on TPL...My best always, Jo Morgan	2004-03-07 10:09:27
Insects and Other Tiny Nations	Joanne M Uppendahl	Wonderful fantasy, children will automatically understand the implications, that's because they believe in the impossible. Just a hint Joanne, you have a great opening, carry well the middle of the poem, and close strongly. The one absolute in writng for children is truth, something they know based on the lyrics, or vocabulary relating to their understanding, once we dip away to adult input, we love the children, they like truth in their fantasy. This a great opportunity, for I'm completely taken with the mystic side of the poetry, identifying of how there is a place, a sense of being for every living thing, and you capture the essence of that so well here, your Granddaughter is so fortunate to have Gram, the srtist, the in love person, who acknowledges so freely that life can be, and is a fantasy, just depends on the reader to become completely engulfed in the story, and excellent presentation. In other words this cosmic being is completely in love with your poem. Love ya, Jo	2004-03-07 08:46:23
I am a lighthouse	marilyn terwilleger	Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn, this is absolutely wonderful, and comfortable, to know that metaphorical Lighthouse is always present. In the case of your poem, presented in romantic, and reassuring light, yet so true for the real feature of a lighthouse, but also the Belief in a higher being to always light the way, to be a beacon, just all we have to do is trust, and believe in the love of God. So you present in very wonderful linguists terms, using all the great points of poetry writing. Marilyn your growth has been so grand, you have literally jumped the moon, and you accomplish in this poem all the strong suits of writing poetry and more, you capture the imigination, and it's a pleasure to end the month being able to at least comment. Wonderful, keep reaching for the moon, it's always a pleasure to read your wonderful poems, and you've just grown, and grown. I hope this poem does so well this month, just wish I had more voting power to help, but in my small way you know how appreciative I am to read your fine poetry. Congratulations. The love, understanding, and communication skill become such a part of the maturation with age, and this poem more then proves the point...Love, Jo	2004-03-02 10:27:57
A Growing Appetite for Spring	Joanne M Uppendahl	Oh Yea! you really caught and played off the essence of many life forms in this poem, each quatrain speaks of something familar with another, yet each quatrain wraps up winter, and lands us into mesmerizing a warmer, more visual beauty, other then the stark whie, and reminder of the cold of winter. Honestly Joanne, you don't leave much room that warrants a critique, your poems just ask for input on the cause and effect each reminder you write of, affects our senses, our emotion, and allows each reader to wander in all you provide in your poetry. Having been here for three years I know of your growth as a writer, and I marvel that you maintain such outstanding ability. I won't stop reading, just don't stop writing, maybe some of us need these poems to anchor us down, yet allow us flight, maybe fantasy that borders on the reality, I don't know, and I'm not learnerd enough to state with absolute understanding of the language, all I can do, is tell you how your poetry affects me personally, and put me at peace, and makes each day a little easier to get through. So much talent, deserves more then my meager words bestow on it, just don't enough stop writing...Wonderful, now which poem should I vote for, they have all been excellent....Love ya, take care always, Jo Mo	2004-02-27 16:53:29
Closer to Far Away	Joanne M Uppendahl	Hi Joanne, I was so relieved when Nasa reversed their intention of not upkeeping the Hubble, and have now decided that maintenance is going to take place. What a loss it would have been for humankind, the Hubble provided so many visuals we knew nothing off, regardless if it as a dot in a field of similar dots, it served us well, and has much more to offer, so I'm just trying to say I'm relieved, if we can pur billions into countries right here, what a shame it would have been to sacrifice such a glorious eye..... The poem is wonderful of course, once again you capture not just a visual, but the sensation of exploration, it reads wonderfully smooth, and of course your choice of linguists, is as fresh as any new horizon the hubble may be spying right at this moment. Better I think to look through this marvelous tool, then ask those willing to take space exploration to heart that they will be on a journey they will never return from, why sacrifice man, when brilliant tools like the Hubble offer a better, more defined view, that allows may to see the results. Anyway the poem, brilliantly written, along with your grafic approach, a little bit of eploration there I think, that you've allowed yourself out of the box, and are will to presnt graphics that allow the reader a visual that your words may elude for them. Wonderful, just what I needed a topic away from the ugliness of the workings of our current world. Wish I were one of the lens of the hubble seeing with such clarity the beauty of the universe, and to also see new vistas. One of these days I'll soar like and Angel, and see for myself, meanwhile poems like this inspire my imagination, and are always welcome to take part in....great job......Love, Jo	2004-02-17 19:32:49
japanese verse 40 (Petals)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Lovely Valentine Greeting Erzahl. As many times before your haihu is presented in the proper style, each line wonderfully supports the whole poem, the middle line is the theme of chasity, and presents very nicely. An enjoyable poem once again, and there isn't anything I could even begin to suggest. You are the master of Haiku here on TPL, and as such your poems are meant for complete enjoyable and understanding. Very appropriate to commerate the day of lovers, wonderful staged and easy to ingest. Best, and don't ever quit writing....Highest regards, you don't need me to critique that which I feel is perfect....Regards, Jo Morgan	2004-02-16 21:48:11
One Just Bell	Rick Barnes	Hi Rick, nice clarity, and wonderfully smooth cadence, and the message. One many pray for, yet we are segmented, and can't, or don't able to combine the whole. It's wonderful that some fee comfortable in their nitch of acceptance, but as the symbolic resonance of the bell proclaims, when is, if ever, that single peal going to ring that see and acknowledges all aspects of what should be. I can't suggest anything, I'm taken with the projection, and values this poem strives for, as such I'm always willing to accept something as well written as this, as the gospel, if you will. Tghe total goodness that speaks of all the masses. It's lovely, and a fine testimony to the value system that should prevail. The bell should toll for all, not just select groups, or segmented parts, instead of the whole. Well written, enjoyable to see others valvues mirror where I come from....lovely submission, Best always, Jo Morgan	2004-02-15 22:45:54
Neuter Allegiance	Mell W. Morris	No Kidding Mell, this poem says it all. I also constantly await the leader who is willing to consoder the people (all people), rather then speaking falsely, telling us they care, they love us, and have our concerns at hand. All I seem to hear is lies, and false truths, that enable these politicans to gain their way, to emphasise making more money, and giving breaks to those that have, while stripping away the rights of those that do not have. A cast system for sure. None have proven that they willspeak and sacrifice in behalf of those that struggle. What we have in office right nowis proof positive that we are the dupes in this system. Like you I'm weary of hearing tall tails, and seeing the little guy sacrificed for what, money, money, money. No human quality and yet they prosepose that agape love, false and uncaring really. It's been so long dince we've had true leaders that I doubt the American public is capable of see the tree for the forest. Each new sections, vote, political debate I see false, I see bright, chipper, false facades, that fade away as soon as power is given. God, I hate these periods of falseness, of being force fed lines, sometimes I wish those that have been assinated where still here, we have so few that speak in the behalf of all, it's so false, and un-needed wars only take the gems of youth from us, the war mongers who only gain what they want are the winners. Viet Nam more then proved that, so much sacrificed for what, and the lies, and falsehood, and agape love is believed by the masses, and they put the wrong people in charge, that group that like the power. Oh, they talk a good story, but the purpose is only to achieve what they want for the shaste system, not us.....the truth hurts. The poem says it well, the projection and thrust is excellent, and the vocabulary is so appropriate...great job. Love friend/girl, Jo	2004-02-14 20:32:47
Then I'll Dance With Dragonflies	Joanne M Uppendahl	This is cute Joanne, rather peaceful in its proclamination. I like the concept of dancing with dragonflies. Each season comes and goes, as the wind blows so do we, either in communion with the environment, or absolutely alone. Love the picture you drew here with your dialogue. Don't even consider this a critique, just a comment on the peacefulness this poem afforded me, especially now, when everything seems out of wack, I guess It brings back those simple thoughts when we communicated with nature, not like now where everything becomes a topic of discussion, the pros and cons dependently who whoes presenting the argument. Why can't we be at peace? why such dissestion about everything, your poem really brings into focus the surety of nature, that you take mankind off the earth all these creatures, flora and fona will still florish. The simply facts of life's cycle, why do we fight the goodness that is there for us to relish, why do we create such ugliness? It's bigger then me, but a poem like this soothes the savage breast, if you allow it to. Again you write with the energy I don't have any longer, but I'm glad there are poet's such as you to do what so many of us like, relish our surroundings, and appreciate the beauty that is there. Once again you have done it.....excellent....Love, Jo	2004-02-12 18:11:29
Dirt Devil	marilyn terwilleger	wow! talk about leaving the reader with a picture, this poem, your usuage of linguists, all framed in what one would consider the arrid plains, neat picture. As I rolls across that region I was struck with the difference in how the Northeast looks, all the beautiful greens, fauna, and sparkling fresh water ponds, that scenic wonder I grew up in, so as the bus stopped at different spots one could look to the horizon, so dry, that tumbleweeds doing as you described, the dust devil is something I never say first hand, but listening to different takes on the area, there isn't any doubt in my mind you caught the full essence in this poem. Guess I'm too much a yankee, I take the woods, and the differnt hues of green, the sparkling, refreshing of brooks, ponds and lake. All in all you certainly captured the essence of that region artfully, using wonderful descriptives, and throughly made this poem an interesting read, and subject matter to contemplate, great job Marilyn. Congratulations on your finish for January, well deserved. Best regards, Love, Jo	2004-02-09 12:42:09
Every Poem An Autograph	Mell W. Morris	Neat composition Mell, it's all true, life is indelible, all those fractured pictures of a past we encompass in poetry is an autograph of maybe our alter ego's trying to relive a pleasant memory of a picture frozen in time, or contrar, it drives the hurful memories onto paper to relieve the hurt, many aspects of what comprises our personalities are rememberances of times past, each one indeed an autogrraphy. Now will you believe me when I say you belong to the top spot that it's not a put on, but an evaluation of an artists skill to paint so vavidly for the readership, and that skill extends to your formats, of course the use of vocabulary, written in excellenty poetry phrases. Just as this poem doe, profound thoughts related in poetic form. It all makes sense, and you are not trapped inside a box, but a free thinker that uses the art form so brilliantly. Excellent writing always receives acclaim, and I'm proud you continue to surpass the norm, and share these inward memories, for in them much of the readship can identify. It flows from your pen, you are indeed fortunant that God graced you with this skill....of course I love the intent, the presentation, and the easy read for understanding, and I know you don't feel well, and yet you surpass......wonderful, Love friend/girl, Jo	2004-02-09 11:29:58
Love As A Postcard	Rick Barnes	Hi Rick, Very melodic (even though sad in many ways), you managed nicely once again to grab the heartstrings. You strung out the linguists enough that no doubt this poem would catch many, remembering how, there have been the wishful thinking, laid out so nicely in poetic form. Sorry I havn't been able to respond earlier, but by the time I initially read this poem my senses went to my lastest friendship, which could have been much more, both of us a product of many years in relationships that made it impossible to even consider, but I felt as if in the end I had received a post card, there one minute, gone another. Was it wishful thinking? Could be, but your poems caused great reflection for me. Adjustments in life are like breating, you just do it, but boy I was the relationship had been more then just a post card. I guess this poem in all ways affects the sensations, yet I havn't ever read anything you've posted that hasn't affects the senses, in the full extreme of the word....Good poem Rick, against a part of your romantic, wishful side, and the big question, WHY? didn't it work out....Good luck luck always, Jo	2004-02-02 17:33:42
Porcelain Dolls	Debbie L Fischer	Hi Debbie, I think this poem speaks volumns, it contains the residule effect of the hurt, in that, this many years past, it's remains attached to memories. Justified, Mom wasn't to pick out for the other what she knew they would adore, to just providethat expedient gift from the dime store. Very emotionally written Debbie, it contains all the sensations of lingering hurt, for you to sit and compose this poem I think indicates how really soully you were effect. Damn life, and lousy memories, not being the oldest or youngest I felt excluded sometimes, to see Prinecc favors showed on my Sister, and favortism heaped on my older Bother, it was then I think that the ID of me was formed, the principle I would never do that to anyone, so in a way a heck of a life lesson, never to beforgetton. Could be your expression so well written, simple, with linguists anyone would understand. As such it rates highly. Hurt as a child even unintentional stays with the child through their life, thus molding the Character, to be stron and compassionate, or to secrete the hurt all these years. You made the poem work, and it carries all the sensations in the world, so it throughly enjoyable. Thanks for sharing....Best regards, Jo Mo	2004-01-30 17:53:58
japanese verse 38 (Seahorse)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Neat O Erzahl, in an word perfect once again, you manage so neatly to cover the aspect of the Seahorse. Strong, rugged, enduring, living, going on.......... Not much one can comment on, I see you've received many responses, as a result you wern't even on my list. So I retrieved the possible for the all poems list, but no way could I coment. I can picture the undercurrents in the seas, shifting and challenged this little creature, but they are one of the most enduring sea creatures. You did a wonderful job staying withing the constraints of the stle, but then you always do....as such very entertaining to enjoy, and I di. Best to you always, Jo Mo	2004-01-28 16:08:35
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