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Displaying Critiques 101 to 150 out of 354 Total Critiques.| Poem Title | Poet Name | Critique Given by Thomas Edward Wright | Critique Date |
| Crying in a rugby context | Mark Andrew Hislop | Keep drinking. And don't quit your day job. | 2005-10-06 21:15:51 |
| Affliction - Etheree #2 | Mary J Coffman | You reading Mell's mail? IM-ing one another all night long? I know the type. Chevisant. | 2005-10-06 21:06:58 |
| Last Dream | Rick Barnes | ... I awoke and I forgave you, From one thousand thoughts away. ? | 2005-10-06 21:02:46 |
| Unexpectedly Stone | Joanne M Uppendahl | I like the rhyming long "o" in each stanza. Red (spilling) | 2005-10-06 20:42:49 |
| With Leaves Stirring | Mell W. Morris | Hi Mello- How's the creaking neck? We're ropin' rain and girding for the white cover. Like to see your stuff in print. Granite Kinda Guy | 2005-10-06 20:39:45 |
| Trust | Karen Cribs | Hard to read about the death toll of species after species due to man's rapacious appetite. You, and your birds, have a right to be worried. tom | 2005-10-06 20:31:21 |
| Senyru 818 | Michael J. Cluff | it was early, and the morning streamed in through the fog, through the window above the steaming radiator. His olive coat, nothing if not alive, hid its stains well. Why he wore grey, not gray, ties, that was about June. You had to underestimate him to think him worried. | 2005-10-06 20:15:54 |
| Senyru (train watcher) | Joanne M Uppendahl | I walked the tracks as a kid. brings back good memoirs. t. :) | 2005-10-06 20:00:58 |
| Clearing Skies | Dellena Rovito | The water blue [colored-you don't need this] sky is the backdrop, [another word?] cloud puffs in [] watercolor [] painted for today. Flirtatiously, the sun peeks out[] from [we know it's behind] the feather [use one or the other here, not both] lightness of accumulated clouds. Emanating from [its exalted spatial being-ness ] [what?] gold[] radiates momentarily upon creation spreading warmth, deliverance from the chill of winter's cold. The great beyond appears free and limitless. Drifting on and past my stage of atmosphere the clouds creep by. The picture has continuously changed, dark, light, and bright. Spot light off, spot light on. The deep dark gray clouds move on.......... off into the far and away. Some tightening is needed beneath this belt. | 2005-10-06 19:58:18 |
| Unscheduled return | Mark Andrew Hislop | Wine, whine, wine. Rita. | 2005-10-06 19:51:45 |
| Senyru 157 | Michael J. Cluff | How is Donna? She was Oleandering the last time I saw her. Every at bat is a battle. tw | 2005-10-06 19:17:11 |
| Encyclical | Mark Andrew Hislop | Now that the Spanish are free, we can speak Serbian. (Just before Spain in the alpha-betical) Before we get to Somalia, do you eat olives? I dislike the fruit, though the oil is worthy. Another smoking fire. Check your diet. Are you getting enough fennel? rite | 2005-10-06 18:31:42 |
| The Climbing Levels | Mark Andrew Hislop | Adam. Not Atom. You're reading the wrong ledger. I'm thinking of - well, it's not cricket. Or peanut butter. You're on fire. Keep at it. tw. | 2005-10-06 18:28:20 |
| Twenty-Three Lines for Scheffer | Mark Andrew Hislop | All the chicks were wondering what that was... I told them it was Hurricane Mark. They said "Which one? Which one?" I can't tell sometimes. You could be twins. You're certainly 'Mysterium-ish' - I wander... "that thing that splits the globe in green," is a shoe looking for a horn. all the best thomas the nano migrating back to the source | 2005-10-06 13:30:16 |
| Upon Her Leaving | Rick Barnes | The Hit Parade continues from the master of disengagement. I hope she wraps it in satin. tom | 2005-08-05 19:53:59 |
| The Red Hat | Mell W. Morris | I'm pleased as punch to see this. I am happy that you are still writing. Hope the days are soft under your saddle. t. | 2005-08-05 19:52:08 |
| The Back Side of the Moon | Mell W. Morris | I do hope you're well enough to appreciate life's little things. If I could I'd crawl all the way to Texas and take you to dinner. Instead I'll melt into this summer puddle, find a cloud and rain. all the best. t. | 2005-07-16 17:00:39 |
| The blood of Malta | Mark Andrew Hislop | I had this feeling a the malt shop just the other day. she was double (large) breasted, and finicky with the change. my money clip slipped her a five hoping for some action. but there was only one with it boiling. an egg, hardboiled. of course. you should send this somewhere. Italy is nice this time of year. yes. | 2005-05-31 20:03:38 |
| Hybrid Haiku | Joanne M Uppendahl | Title and last line... but you've captured the essence of life. (See Upon a Lion, Laconically) Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. | 2005-05-29 19:09:31 |
| verse 70 (Candle) | Erzahl Leo M. Espino | ee- mortal? I think immortal. te | 2005-05-29 18:54:58 |
| Who Was Reetika? | Latorial D. Faison | A common theme amongst the extremely gifted. Unfortunate, but very common. Look at all the artists who determined that life was no longer worth living. Wonder what they saw? tom | 2005-05-19 19:11:03 |
| Online dating | Mark Andrew Hislop | 50 and eager. 40 and meager. 30 and - did I say eager? Careful. | 2005-05-19 19:08:46 |
| Around the Block | Mell W. Morris | Hi I finally got through the list and this is the last piece of pie in the tin. I wasn't sure how you were going to use me. Call this another thrill for a small town boy. His name in Texas lights. Mother woulda been proud. Thanks Mell. all the best from Up North. tom | 2005-05-17 09:17:58 |
| If I Could Fly | marilyn terwilleger | Hi M- I have that feeling now and then, as well. May your rains fall gently on your grass. tom | 2005-05-17 09:14:21 |
| Bigmouth | Mark Andrew Hislop | A very poetic "F... you" Annealing "seer" and "sear" ... very nice. tom | 2005-05-17 09:01:57 |
| Summoned By A Kiss | Erzahl Leo M. Espino | ee- good to see you back in the saddle again. here, where the lilies gallop through time. te | 2005-05-17 08:59:23 |
| Island life | Mark Andrew Hislop | Jericho: The toucans are here. They enjoy Chopin's Nocturnes. I never liked Berlin. Yet, the grass is greener here. How unfamiliar. | 2005-05-17 08:50:01 |
| Sins of the Mother | Mark Andrew Hislop | You and Scheffer are in a battle for the minds of the faithful. Or -less. Is this Old T v. New T wars, Or merely "soupline" banter, You with the aluminium plate? plastic man. | 2005-05-17 08:43:22 |
| Every Other Night, At The Paradise Cafe | Rick Barnes | RickBarnes: novel use of "pedestrian" ( v. intr.) powerfully and well told "story" I too would have been iterating and interpolating to fill the gaps in her life. She wasn't a co-ed with an anaconda in her bed? tew | 2005-05-17 08:36:05 |
| Child in the distance | Mark Andrew Hislop | This one strikes a plangent chord one hummed by children under a distant sun. tew | 2005-05-17 08:28:34 |
| turn to me | Mark Andrew Hislop | MAH- The fallout fell down upon us there where the fusion had burned through fiction | 2005-05-17 08:18:30 |
| senryu | Rachel F. Spinoza | I know, I know!! Abu Abu!! It's not England. It's England. You should be on TV. "Laura, it's that funny Jewess" "I'm watching Desperate Housewives...(you loser)..." <><><><><><><> | 2005-05-02 19:11:45 |
| A Fester of Cherry Blossoms | Rachel F. Spinoza | Such subtlety will not slip through the strainer through with all of TPL Republicans sift their poetry. They're gonna know! Watch your backside...they carry guns. Dem | 2005-05-02 19:07:05 |
| Second Avenue | Rick Barnes | It pleased me to hear of the abandonment. At least I'm alone with someone nearby. NorthWest | 2005-04-27 12:06:39 |
| Plug Up | Dellena Rovito | The mop plugged the sink and nothing drained down. Incoming water spilled out and over [her rims?]. An abundance of water was flowing dirty into a universe without [] boundar[ies], Seeping [] everywhere gravity l[ed] the force on it[]s downward course, everything in its path swept along [in] the flow [another ending]... "and away we go" is too easy. make it hurt. | 2005-04-25 18:37:30 |
| Saluting Robert Creeley Redux | Mell W. Morris | Simply marvelous Mellodious. Dew-jewel Holey smokes. Liquid thought. | 2005-04-23 18:08:12 |
| Your Best Guess | Rick Barnes | HallRickBarnes: I am going to hire you the next time I fall in love. You have the knack. PHone it in, Kristy, phone it in... | 2005-04-23 18:04:34 |
| Ever Over | hello haveaniceday | This was going along pretty well until I hit the "it" at the end of two lines. I think that needs to be addressed. "It" stops the flow of the piece. Otherwise, a lovely sentiment and construction that fits the piece. Overall one of the better submissions to date. tom | 2005-04-22 09:34:50 |
| The Thought Of You | Nancy Ann Hemsworth | the patter of rain on the skylight lenses you into focus as the hands of mind fondle the soft thought empty arms yearn to bring you in close to smell the earth in your hair ears long to hear the soughing of your breeze rainbows of memories draped over the night | 2005-04-11 09:24:33 |
| Larkspur and Lilacs | Mell W. Morris | You ain't nothin' but a poet. Thanks for the memories. I like Hilda. Let's keep her. t. | 2005-04-11 09:14:50 |
| Herzog | Rachel F. Spinoza | Many come, few see, fewer conquer. Where he pointed, we looked. Where he stood, we under-stood. When he left, we wept. He did for us that which we needed done. And his time is gone, though not his deeds. In his place another shall dig and bury us. And we will be grateful. And not dirty enough. Put the infants in your mind to those breasts of thought. Watch them grow. | 2005-04-11 08:52:41 |
| Remaining Superior | Mell W. Morris | Mell- At least you are in a good State of Mind. Blah-té is Paté The queen is a bee. And such. Sundae. With a cherry. t. | 2005-03-20 11:01:11 |
| Especially in spring | Joanne M Uppendahl | I should try, but I shan't... This is the vacuum into which we've all been sucked, The dust that we all breathe, That covers our eyes, That clogs our noses, That fills our hours. That drives our pens. Isms. The idea that it means anything. We're living that lie every day. And from that we have Theisms. And from the Theism the -ists. And the a-ists. And thus this. Dys-Carnally, t. | 2005-03-20 10:56:02 |
| A Leaf Blooms In Maine | Rick Barnes | Ever the wordsmith: Barnes' barn never de-horsed, His poems, filled with fillies, Eat they from the hand? Sugar cubes no doubt. Laced with a fourletterword. | 2005-03-20 10:34:40 |
| Aleutian Getaway | Mell W. Morris | We call it Blah-te. Pass the seal. | 2005-02-05 20:35:26 |
| The Texture of Blue | Mell W. Morris | I cannot due this justice. What moves - water - air - the feet across the floor - I am searching for a door. Into it I move. Blue room. No recliner. Nor vision. Me and sky blue you. | 2004-12-03 13:44:44 |
| Flower haiku #1 | Joanne M Uppendahl | in?....to? | 2004-10-25 12:15:19 |
| Congress This Morning | Mell W. Morris | Stop watching C-Span. Get a gun and shoot something. | 2004-10-25 12:14:27 |
| Tree haiku #1 | Joanne M Uppendahl | with...hmmmm. | 2004-10-25 12:13:13 |
| Moon haiku #2 | Joanne M Uppendahl | Stolen from ... something else. | 2004-10-25 12:10:09 |
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