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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Joanne Duval Morgan	Critique Date
Norsemen of Antiquity	Thomas H. Smihula	Hi Thomas, Facinating piece of the Viking heritage, written in starkness as to what these adventures faced, Men of the Sea, strong, willing to face the unknown, a hard life, I think for the most part oarsmen were the power of locomotion, even upon death they went to Valhalla, like the seamen they were, upon a pyre (the lighting ship), to face Oden? (their diety), men who found the North American continent, even before Columbas, a mighty feat. The adventures were pleasure cruises I believe, but a hard life. Yes, my knowledge is scant, however I realize what they were facing, the unknown, they did it anyhow. Your poem rings out the clarity of their existence abount these ships, it contains the mist salt that probably keep them from ever being totally dry when they were on the main deck of the ship, it rings of a long lost lifestyle. It is a fitting title for a strongly written account of the Norsemen. Great presentation and a part of poetic historic lore. Glad to be able to communicate, just hope my comments are accurate, enjoyable to read, and nice to see you here once again, always .... Joanne Morgan (jo Mo)	2004-12-28 15:41:33
A lovers dream	stephen g skipper	Beautiful lyrics Stephen, it reads like a song, the melody is there, all one has to do is feel the words, the setting, beautiful sensations, the lover speaking, the lazy days of Autumn, where color abounds, and the scenic fell yourmwords speak. Mellow and soothing, and glistening brook with the autumn sun reflecting. I can please myself there, and the whole poemhas a rhytmn that sinds to this reader. Wonderful submission and a please to read considering the upheaval we are living in, almost feel myself back in my teens, alone and just thinking while waiting, waiting for that beautiful feeling of a union...Grat. Good luck.....Jo Morgan	2004-12-28 13:07:39
HIM	marilyn terwilleger	What a wonderful revisit, and I see his reverance, and know he is always with us, and sometimes we may not understand the reason, but He knows, and in his image you adorn the suppelementation and his Goodness, and done beautifully. So even these many years you showed a brillance of understanding, and see He is all the universe. Man creates advirse anconditions, God and his son watch over us, as your poem intimates all is right, all we need is belief. Wonderful Marilyn and very fitting to this Bless time of the year. God Bless and keep watch over you forever. Love always Jo, and thanks for being my Guardian Angel, I'll never forget........Jo	2004-12-26 23:52:14
Nightmare At My Street	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Wow, I just learned through you of this milady that strikes Asian decents, scary as Freddy Kruger, yes, I would image so, the belief you point out overrides the horror of many cultural taboo sibjects I image, what a legend E. it certainly made me pick up and pay attention. You capture the emotion, the fright, also the question why, as My teaching tells me there is a reason, we may never understand, but He knows the reason. Your poem is a cultural mindset, that sets my mind to wondering. However the fact you've written it, is a postive for you, this illness if you will will never circumvent the religious belief, you point that out brilliantly, Kudos on another well concieved and written entry. Glad I was able to comment, and now in retrospect I'll be aware and wonder, and remember this poem, congratulations. My best always, Happy New year, and may the Lords Blessings always be with you.......Jo Mo	2004-12-26 20:26:50
Come Be With Me Like The Rain	Mell W. Morris	Whew Mell, blow me away, what sensitivy, incased in wonderful linguistics. You capture raw emotion here, and being a child of October I truly understand the emotion ow what your poem symbol sresses. and you couldn't have written a more caring symbolic about and to Eric. Bravo my Freind/Girl you get more better (ha ha, hows that for English. My pleasure to be able to comment (per usual), you knock my socks off with the love of all love drama poems, about someone so near and dear to you. Impressive!!!!! Love and Happy New Year, and well health, and love.....Jo Mo	2004-12-26 19:39:29
THE KING HAS SPOKEN	Monica ONeill	Oh Moni this has made my Christmas, to come back and see this lovely entry, I have thee Cats, all his Royal Highness, and the poem captures the essence of the surety, and routine, to a Tee. Moni you couldn't have written a poem without me commenting. Please bear with me I've been somewhat at odds, but your rythm, and linguistics all meet the critera for a very meaningful poem. Thank you for posting it. The most this Season that captures the sense of all beliefs, and hello to Arnie, and love always extended. Joanne Morgan (Jo Mo)	2004-12-24 00:36:47
When Birdsong Colors The Air	Mell W. Morris	I may not be a bird watcher, but I used to sit on my lanani in Hawaii and watch these wonderful creatures flicker, and move with surety to a beat you replicate so well in this poem, it has a certaintain murical aware neness and brings out the charactertics of this oh so lovery bird. It's pretty similar ability you demonstrate in describing these creatures, it's a well written poem, and I really enjoyed reading it. My best Mell, may you be well, and keep us entranced in your ability to captivitate....Love Jo	2004-11-09 18:02:13
ADORATION	Debbie Spicer	Beautiful Debbie, ftrom the heart, good vibrations that expand our life, and yours most particully, the basis of a companionship that grows into love, and the connection of the soul. Being privy to your complete history I know the realization sometimes is difficult to come to, this poem re-affirms just how far your emotions have grown, and it gives me a warm glow, to know(as in your case Greg is that person). Really amazing growth isn't it to come to the understanding just how far you've traveled to feel the warmth of Love always.......Joanne the sun, congratulations on being able to express as you have.	2004-10-30 16:15:30
verse 62 (Scarecrow)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Hi E. After reading it's easy to sumerize, a Scarecrow, boy hitting the nail on the head once again. I havn't critiqued much this month, but I just had to comment how you caught in simple words what it's like at this time of the year, I read fieds fallow right now, product has been harvested, but boy of boy, do the field attract the migrating birds and Mr, Scarecrow doesn't scare them away, He welcomes them, and the Season. A happy halloween to you, the poem has the sensation of the season. Excellent job once agin. Jo Mo	2004-10-29 22:22:02
A Beam of Life	Debbie Spicer	I really like this poem, a samile combined with the shaft of sun (sounds familar), it indicates how mush you have changed, seeing the brightness of a samile (which you give freely). A pefectly written composition, that moves along nicely, tells a basic rule of life, for to give is to receive (grealt wording Debbie), warm alluring, and passes a meaningful message to all of us, for a smile, freely given is something that warms people. Great job my friend (many smiles to you by the way), I'm glad you posted much, the poem is so universal, and it flows, given like a smile. My Best you know, always Big Sis, Jo.	2004-10-19 11:36:36
When Trees Begin to Spill Their Color	Joanne M Uppendahl	Yes, you accomplished the count, but still managed so Octoberish what happens to the citizens of the wood, who show there colors (nice play off to saphhire waters), the leaves are beginning to change into beautiful hues here also, the poem speak to the sense of Fall (did you know I'm a October baby). so you warms the cockles of my senses, and remind us so nicely we share this planet with the beauty of the changing seasa and all this goes with it. Lovely Joanne, another wonderful testamony to our surrounds, How miniscule we are, when these birds have a sense of being, belonging. How can we possibly think we own this planet. Sorry Joanne, I've been really under the weather, and unable to witstand any time on the keyboard, but I wouldn't have missed commenting on this beauty. Once again....Love, Jo	2004-10-06 21:28:08
japanese verse 59 (Lake)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Hi Ezahl, I havn't been able to critique but one poem, however on God's earth whick you reference so beautifully in honorable venacular in this poem, I have to say you touched a cord to my soul, yes, a lake's reflection is the mirror of reflection in what the creator created, You poem three lines is so apt in the reflection of the tranquility of his creation. I'm sorry you weere unable to buy credits, I followed Aunty and decided to try and purchase some, to no avail. hris evidently is letting those that retained credits time to use them, but he has been non-responsive in other areas also. I posted to the initial column posted by those that want to comment on the site. There hasn't been any posting by me, so the Lady that lost her Mother doesn't know others identify with her so readily. It's sad, I feel as if I'm going to lose touch with the many I've come to love and admire. I know I'' miss your poetry and bothers me, so if you could indicate how best I can read your poetry I would sorely appreciate it. Meaningful, and in language to make intent know, an followed through but words as succinct as any every read. Good luck to you I shall miss you...but keep writing your words are poetry. Jo (joanne) (Mo) Morgan (often mistaken for Aunty)	2004-09-17 09:22:50
A Loss of White	Medard Louis Lefevre Jr.	Medard what a great way you've choosen to describe the darkness that totally engulfs, the color has disappeared, even the brightness of anticipation appears dead, like this phase of world society, the anticipation (the brightness has disappeared), you have achieved a voice in this poem, bringing it down to a personal anticipation that many feel. Nice, nice movement, great linguistics, laid out with such organization, the light, the anticipation disappears, with its disappearance the colors, dead seems to override the souls, nice, nice phrasing, a poem of the times is what I read. WOW!! sensation leading to nothing.	2004-09-07 10:23:14
Orphan	DeniMari Z.	What a well written sorrful plea, to be or not to be. Listen there are those with families identified who still cannot identify. It is difficult to know they are are, but where. Is it better at the point of life, well, life is precious, and we should regard our place in the scheme of things to be where the Good Lord intented. To start asnew to claim your birthright, which is yours, yourself, and new members, well they count on you for ancestorhood, for that's the purpose you fulfill. Sorry, I'm getting too wordy here, I meant to let you know, how your poem affected the senses, and makes one think, it's wonderful in the way it is phrased, and causes introspection. The reason I get wordy is my oldest Grandson was adopted 19 years ago. I miss him terribly. I know he's well situited, well, and successful, my thoughts are purely selfish, for it could have been different, that would have been my preference. See the poem causes introspection, you're precious in your own right, we're better for you being here, now cherish the you, the one that truly counts, and I believe love surrounds, all we have to do is recognize it. Great poem, one I wouldn't have missed. May I say it's a pleasure to welcome you here, and I hope your stay is long and enjoyable. Your poem containes emotion, sorry and all the human qualities, and you projected it very well....congratulations. Best regards, Jo Morgan	2004-09-04 02:14:26
Undaunted Soul	marilyn terwilleger	Talk movement and sensation; all here, you bring out the elements, making each strong, and deftly applied, it's amazing, why? because you stay within the frame of a poem that has a smoothness of presentation. I wish I were more up to critiquing, but I wanted to sneak in below the deadline, to let you know how much I appreciate the opportunity to at least comment. Once again you touch the soul, undfaunted to you within the poem, never in the sense of proudly taking your space, and producing some very wonderful poems; you've be amazing to behold, and have proven to me the need to live to go on...love it. Love, Jo Mo	2004-09-03 07:13:00
A Society Gone Wrong	Ms.Kim Shumaker	Hi Kim, I've read this entry a number of times, and I'm taken by the truth that is spoken, we can't survive without defination, if guidelines arn't in place, prayer in school, the pledge, acting appropriately, young girls taught the rudiments of good grace, the boys staying within given boundries. Yes it spiraled down hill when our value system was managed to change by so few. Disappointment, and fright is what I fear for the young children, it's as if they wear targets on their backs, and every malcontent, and pedophile takes adantage. They can't innocent any longer, where the swim is just a lucious feeling, and guidelines dictate praoper protocol. I find the poem extremely strong, remembering. No we can't ever go back, the innocence is lost now. However for some of us older ones who experienced the innocence of youth, never exploited, given the memories causes a great insight, and this poem captures it all. great descriptives, fine connectors, extremely forful in its projection, you did a fine, fine job here, congratulations on a excellent write. Best regards, Jo Morgan	2004-08-31 21:42:43
Grandchildren	marilyn terwilleger	Gee, you just spke (all lovingly written), that all Grandparents feel towards their Grandchild, all my 8 strinkly endowed by the grace of God with Good looks, and height to make their assilimation into Societry with ease, while I knowing the fopars, the pride, and lauding praise to a Children, yes all those gracious accolades so well spoken of in this lovely tridubte to Gods Littest Angles. I love it, and you shouldn't have hidden this beaut. I do appreciate that you take seriously the jepodady the site will fall into, unless there is more participation. It isn't because your efforts lack, nor anyone who has managed at least 15 critiques. If all of us followed those guidelines the site would be extremely healthy. Thank you for posting this marvelous poem, and for your critiquing, you're a doll.....Love Jo	2004-08-30 20:57:39
Becoming Acquainted With Bly	Mell W. Morris	Gee up to now the only Bly I was familar with was the characrer from Munity on the Bounty. No longer through your conversation in the poem with a deceased poet striker a harmonic cord, and moves along smartly and shows those of us unfamilar with a wonderful Poet he was. Nice movement, sweet natured, and a wonderful portrayal. You may have seached your archives and contrite any poems you wrote that marchs to this beat, for it's wonderful. It allows a less liker reader, like me, to become familar with the charaterization via the conversonsational tone of this poem. smooth words proclaiming a man (talent). No way I can take exception, and thank you for the support in trying to start this site to flashes of what we were and where we can go agin. God put me here to be a reader, and listener and you for poetic talent. Loved it......Love, Jo	2004-08-30 19:16:45
Revelry	Joanne M Uppendahl	Idealic ascene you paint with your words. Thee lines that contain life, and conditions, and living what the intention should be. I havn't been outdoors in so long, but this very aptly written haiku contains so much sensatioin, allowing for a living visya, and very enjoyable scenes, each line leads beautifully to fulfill all the expectations, and allows for many memories in my youth to assail me. So glad your not reluctant to try different styles, I'm really drawn to poems that breath, and accomplish a complete picture using very descriptive terms....My congrats again. Love the Jo	2004-08-28 18:53:58
Moonlight	marilyn terwilleger	For me all the meaning in the universe is contained in these three simple lines. What moves me is your closing line, paying homage to the creator of the universe. Moonlight what must people concieve of as fright, and hiding, but all one has to do is use their God given talent, and see the sparling beauty of it all. Love the closing line, you maintain a natural poem like the traditional haiku, so it resonates for me, and gives a wonderful sensation. A new style, difficult to write, you maintain the count well, nice going Marilyn, nice to see people who continue learning, and utilize that God given ability. My continued best wishes, Love, Jo Mo	2004-08-28 13:08:02
japanese verse 56 (Lilac)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Short and once again all three lines, connect, and interrelate. When Lilac trees start to bloom, the scent is gracious, and puts one in the mist of euphora. I remember those long ealks home and can recollect exactly where the Lilac trees are located. This poem serves as a wonderful, well written reminder that the beauty created by God, can affect you into old age (I should know that for I've witnessed this beauty all my life. This poems scent is carried in your more then apt proclaimation, andonce agaig it's beautiful. (Is there a book ready yet?, I hope so, I'd love to add it to my collection, of poems that create sensation and wonderful memories. Best E. it must be beautiful in the Phippipines. God Bless and watch over a special talent....Jo Morgan	2004-08-27 18:07:45
japanese verse 58 (Rooster)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	That damn rooster has been keeping me up, flapping his wings, reaching for the beauty of the dawn, ha ha. Adorable. I don't know how you manage to come up with such a varity of themes, but you do. This one everything ties together, and you draw such an accurate picture. There's a rooster here that nests in a tree, that limb open to the clarity of the morning dan. Neat E. once again you've done it, nothing short or missing in the great cadence of the first two lines. Keep going and I'll keep reading. Best always, Jo Mo	2004-08-25 19:25:58
The Hand that Fills Your Cup	Joanne M Uppendahl	Revised yes, however this version pared down, presenting more of the individual bird's personality is very charming, itallws the reader to envision what was seen, felt and heard. Harving liked the first posting, this is a trim lined version, that makes the scence so real, right to the observer, so as such this newer version deserves accolades, and a place on the listing, as such I'll not try to go into detail, your writing skill, tested and true can't go wrong. Besides I feel I feel like crap, but I wanted you to know I read, I throughly enjoyed, and appreciate.	2004-08-23 00:29:40
japanese verse 57 (Photographs)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	past, moment, keep, how much better could three lines give a thumbsnail scetch (pun) of photographs, or pictures as we here in the States think of memories these pictures bring. Not a haiku count, doesn't matter, it doesn't deal with nature, but more then acceptable in Western style, and Erzahl a neat job, especially when one thinks of such a common thing, something, most of the time we take for granted. Like it, and its projection, and a great job of presenting a total image of the intent. Been a while, usually you post before this point of any month, but reassuring to see your name. Best of luck, Jo Morgan	2004-08-22 14:25:43
America	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, No tinkering from me, this poem stands as is. You may think you're suffering from a dry spell. Let me reassure you however, you arn't! I have dry spells, others do, as they say the muse has died. He didn't die here. Moreso I love the tone of this poem. Without trying to go into any poetic terms, as I have to say, it is wonderful. Your tone is excellent, the cadence, easy to read and digest. I love the way that you managed to present a glowing pallet of all the beauty that God created, it more then adaquately paints a lovely picture, and is patriotic in its presention, without being redundant, and sickening. You managed nicely for those that bother to seem the roses, to see what grows with the roses, and your linguists is so well applied. To this Former Marine, it serves very strongly of why I spent time in the Military, not just wars, and adversity, but what God created, how can that be wrong. I'm sorry I'm rather short in my comments, however this poem needs acknowledgement. I think of how different different parts of this country are, you go and remind me, how glorious is Gods creation, not only that it speaks of American love, your love, my and many others. Excellent, your writing has really excelled, and it's wonderful to have shared in all with you. More, more of course..... Love, and God Bless, Jo Mo	2004-08-18 21:00:24
Lavender Luminance	Mell W. Morris	Hi Mell, Sorry I'm late with this. Of course I have to comment (that seems to be my nature, ha ha). Hells Bells, where do I start? Let's start with form, of corse there are stands in poetry, and some meet the form better then others. Guess that why I prefer free verse, freedom of a wider expression of self really, when one writes in a vague sense, presenting a scetch outline, well it leaves a lot to be sesired. Some are better at maintaining by presenting a strong opening, and maintaining the intent, and connecting the strong opening with an equally strong middle, and a super strong closing. I believe this not only is poetry but also and literary style choosen. I guess form, is the toughest to hold, either a person presents too scetchy a opening, nothing for the reader to hang onto, wheras as if form is upheld, the poem usually comes across, some more strong then others. That's why you successfully publish. I like the flavor, and the cadence (and of course vocabulary), of this poem. It, I believe is deep, the vocabulary different, but the life of it is like you, full of life. I can't even begin to tell you about this poem, it's exceptionally well written, and projected. I can not offer any suggestions, I just read and enjoy, and comment to something written well. Sorry this can't be longer, but my whole day has been lost in slumber, but I did at least want you to know I read, and enjoyed, and again marvel at your linguists. Love Friend/girl, you take really good care, God Bless. Jo Mo	2004-08-18 20:20:43
First Visit	Edwin John Krizek	Wow John talk about navvatives, it is, it is, it is. With one thing missing, in order to write like this you had to experience, so, saying that it meets the critera. However, Happy is a relative term in this case, you spend a great deal of energy convincing yourself, one part missing, are you really. No, not crazy, maybe ducking the issue, but ont crazy. Sure like the way you presented this, but especially taken with the last three lines. Looking for affirmation, for some to tell you your arn't crazy. Great emphasis where there should be, neat layout brings home your emphasis. Yes, you wrote convincingly, and took my interest. Glad I've been able to comment, impressive!! Joanne Morgan (First entry of yours I've commented on, let the opportunity to welcome you aboard. The link won't hurt because of you, fresh, new, invigorating.) Best wishes, and keep writing, enjoyable. Jo Mo (Joanne Morgan)	2004-08-18 18:03:45
The Rock of Heaven	Gene Dixon	Hi Gene, Have to comment on this warm, soft, alluring tribute to a child placed in a protective family by the Hand of the Creator. Can't but think this becomes a part of his legacy, and years from now it will have been saved by who knows what means, in a Baby book, or possibly placed in a frame. The poem speaks to me of the wonderous hand of Creation, and some day this now infant son, years from now will read this welcome and a special warm glo will infuse him with how wonderful people truly can be. You captured all the nuances necessary for a perfect rememberance. I imagine how tickled Mark and his family feel knowing you cared to share a portion of your warmth via this poem. It will become a treasure, and serve as a guide that even though our world seems topsy turvy in this time of his birth that there gestures of an inate goodness, and serve Peter a life's lesson. To me no better gift to last in time, really imarn't capable of these kind words. Good luck this month, but it really doesn't matter for the poem speaks on its own. Thanks for posting a poem that shows many people are capable of extending a warmth that defies this place in time. It consists of all the sensation and emotion, and I like free verse for it allows the writer lateral freedom to show a warm side. Best regards, and I'm sure Peter will know you personally and the family can see you in this poem. Jo Morgan	2004-08-13 05:53:28
The Great Divide	Rick Barnes	Hi Rick, Lovely, deciding, using the surface , the contours, the rivlet that will fill, emotions to be able to look at a life that needs a soulmate, to decide ultimately what the course of action that needs to be taken, to realize one needs a soulmate, I can't help but admire the tones you set in this poem (so much sensation), wow, impressive to be able to use modified terms that set the stage, wonderful, moving, convincing, a people poem of a higher degree, your use of surfaces and the actions is grand.A well phrased poem that allows the reader a shared experience dealing in comittment. A huge decision, for it means adjustment of concepts that will change because of the commitment. I'm really sorry Rick I can't think of appropriate poetry terms, but it doesn't matter the poem speaks for itself. I think it speaks to those that are honorable, and don't look for instant gratification, but a decison deep, made not in haste, the ultimate gesture to a woman, and what total commitment demands for a successful relationship. What more could a person ask for, there isn't a woman that doesn't pray for a relationship that will build a foundation, regardless of challenges. I sincerely hope my evaluation is correct, for that's what the poem says to me...very personal look, oh it would be wonderful to have that once again, but when a soulmate passes on like my husband, well it brings back, the fondestest most lobving relationship....no matter what we went into it together, it's nice that someone like you can write such an applicable poem that speaks to me, and I'll bet others. The foundation of the best commited relationship, that will endure all. My best Rick, loved the poem, and admire your effort, I knew you were a deep man, this poem speaks to your character. My best regards always, Jo Morgan	2004-08-12 23:28:57
Blue Lucy	Mell W. Morris	Hi Mell, your closing lines are a solution, Divine Guidance, based on the process we learned as children and try to maintain as adults, the concept of belief, wraps all that is, in its protection provided by a Superior Being, the one and only Creator. Yes, you did wonderfully well at detailing the nuances that we face as mere mortals, but if we believe we can overcome. Simply because of choices in how we deal with everything. I think my poem about my Mother explains, that her goodness, and teaching came from her belief. I love the poem really, it is deep, yet it maintains an easy reading cadence, that should allow each reader to con timplate their lives. We have the solution, all we have to do is believe, and practice what we preach. You're some writer, you always make me think, and draw comparisons. Congratulations on an excellent job at linguistics, and abilty to make the poem read so smoothly, that it creates sensation....Love, and God Bless, JoMo	2004-08-10 23:49:06
Heart Eyes	JACK M HRINIAK	Hi Jack, Just wanted to give you my impression, you take a negative (blindness), but you indicate how important the sun is felt by the blind, on the flesh, the warmth, the healing power of the radiance (don't think you need that period though, to keep it eavenly presented with the finish (just a suggestion), the layout I think is exceptional for it allows the whole intent of the poem to be focused, from the first to the wondersful descriptive of "the black king", I guess blackness can be precieved in different ways depending the infirmity (My mother was blind, and I remember how she loved to sit in the sun, and feel it's warming rays), so in all very, very well stated, I'm really impressed with the lesson of this poem, and the great job you did at presenting. First opportunity to meet you, it's a pleasure, I hope we see many more enteries from you, new ways of thinking, presenting the images are always welcome. So a big welcome to the site for you. Best regards, Joanne Morgan	2004-08-05 18:30:03
Here in the Dark	Patricia Gibson-Williams	Yes Patricia, I sensed a fear of the unknown, the dark always seems to haunt doesn't it. Your sense of timing, along with the moving descriptives more then relate dealing with the fear of unknown circumstances, but taking his pulse, well that's something all of us have done as we deal with medical uncertaines, heck it's hard, you feel absolutely alone, why because no one else will deal on a plane only the soulmate will know and deal with, so for me the poem was highly emotional, and brings one back to retrospection, having had to deal with the unknow. According to your notes a certain stability has returned, thank God for that, but there still is an aura contained in the poem that deals with these dark issues, missing a bed, a heart racing too much, an infection that can kill. Yes you stood through the dark tunnel, it shows in the movement and the descriptives, and as one reads they automatically have to continue going down these dark passageways (hospitals in particular are all of that). Yes the fear of the unknown, speculation to possibilities, that probably still exists, emotion, and sensation. A complete poem, it stands as is for I'm left with the feeling that you captured the moment. So glad its settled to a livable degree, and I shan't forget this poem, no never, it's too close to my experience, so impossible to forget. My best regards to you both, continued good fortune, and God Bless.....Jo Morgan	2004-08-04 22:13:31
The Counsel Of The Trees	Nancy Ann Hemsworth	Oh Nancy this lovely, and melodic, it literally sings as spoken, bringing a vison of all contained. I'm enjust plain in awe as it captures a feel, almost sung really, it's great, and I kid you not. Of course being a gut critiquer, I'm fully envolved with the cadence, and I bet many will comment on this is a song, and no the wisdom is contained in every nuance, especially your ability to make it move, it draws a complete picture in the lyrics, and that's what I see in this poem, and I can't even begin to relate it's movement, it's very deep, as deep as the darkened forest. It goes with the flow, it contains a wisdom in the apt, more then apt descriptions. It's been so long since you were last here, and it's a pleasure to read your music again. No kidding, I'm absolutely in love with this poem, and on the list it goes for sure. Wonderful poetry....Best always, Jo Morga	2004-08-04 19:29:56
Tolerance	Andrea M. Taylor	They say ignorance is bliss, don't believe it, ignorance isn't bliss, which we know is absolute acceptance that only God knows the reason, if we ignore we are turning out back on the Good Lord, which is eons away from His house of Bliss. Hi, what a pleasure, and very fitting, being able to relate this way Andrea is God's proof of traveling that hard road to understanding and tolorance. It's a while but I love your words, they move so smoothly carrying the full message of all your apt descriptives, although I'm not surprised, just pleased to she it manifest in such understanding. As is Fear of the unknown, to be unknow is ignorance of the possibilty of achieving Bliss.....oh, look at us getting all serious here, Ha Ha, quite a circle of friendship being able to relate so easily and with tolorance, closer to Bliss I think. Good luch Andrea, I'm always pulling for you, your funny, or serious side, the full compliement makes a very tolorant person, withh full understanding......Love, Jo Mo	2004-08-03 16:51:59
NIRVANA	Robert L Tremblay	Boy I havn't been ignoring you, I've written two critiques to your poem, to finish and try subitting to have each disappear entirely from my computer. I'll try to send shorter comments this time, if they don't go, then I just don't know. Anyhow I like this quieter version of a deeply felt belief, it's projection is milder and carries for me a broarder belief in how strongly you know feel about the state we are in and the inability of what you think is all of us not believing, I believe, why, because I know personally what you project. The values are real, as they are to me, regardless though there will always be a segment of individuals who continue not to belief, all we can do is show the way, how we believe in the inherient good of doing the prinicipled thing. Will we suceed, probably not, you know why because mankind has always be dubious in the Bliss that accompanies the expected trip to the hear after. I do not believe in the doomsday effect though, the good Lord is forgiving, and understands individuals to come to it at different times, and different routes. I can admire someone who literally has given his life to a belief, and the walk that seems to duplicate the walk of Christ, andthat's good, but honestly Robert there is only one Christ, and we have to believe in his goodness, for he doesn't wish ill, orthe end of the world for us, he continues to have faith in us, and it's our earthly challenge to show him, we can reach Heavenly Bliss. I like this version of twenty years ago, when you became aware of all, in Karma which leads to Nirvana. Fitting title, fitting words, soft approach that shows the love and caring. Wish I could have submitted my second version, the notes speak of highlights, but not the sensation the poem created for me....God Bless You always, Jo Mo	2004-07-31 22:42:35
Dining with Coon	Jana Buck Hanks	Hi Jana, your critique has been right here on the puter, it's me not enough energy to do any reasonable comments, I used to do many more critiques, now I do critiquing only when I can tolorate sitting at the dest, the rest of the time I'm asleep sorry to say. Anyhow not ceing familiar with the term coon, but only in junjunction with the actual animal, and I was aware certain folks do consume it, that's why the inferencve to the animinal and a private body part threw me. However in the gist of the intent, I knw all of us have eaten something not to favorable when we were kids, not necessarilary just a subject from a logistics point of view. My Dad had Rhode Island Red chickens, you know the hen house and fenced in gravel worn area they birds occupied, which was ok, but being a Kids it never dawned on me why, until one Day Dad entered the chicken yard and grabbed ahold of a chicken, and proceeded to ring and chop off it's head, chean it internerally, and take all the feathers off, brought it into Mom and she prepared it like many foods, it just was the day of awareness for me. Truthfully I've never ordered chicken in a restaurant, nor eaten the birds to often, why, because Dad took a pet, or what we preceived a pet and turned it into food. Just do not prefer chicken at all. Can't say I've ever had a reference to food and body parts related quite like you did though, no wonder you retain sure a vivid memory. The poem is written with clarity, using phrases that lend beautifully to the meaning, a life event, wow, what a memory. Your writing beautiful memories, using all the poetic tools, and it's great to see. Pretty hard to pick up the phone and just chat with you, I miss that, but on the other had to see all these great memories it print, is so enjoyable, and maybe it times to submit to different poetry outlets and see, this writing needs to be shared. Maybe you should consider, if you talk to Aunty I'm sure she could point you in the right diresction and bet she'd agree with me, time to publish. Continue at this clip and there's no doubt there is a big following out there. I wish you Bright Blessings, and maybe a poem of the compassion you and yours have for people who need help, you have that ability also. Jana I wish I could comment more, like I used to, but I just can't anymore. Nothing against any of the poets, just not enough stamina. Love and God Bless, always, Jo	2004-07-30 17:23:15
japanese verse 55 (Moon)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Hi Erzahl, This is an interesting viewpoint, once read a certain picture formed in my mind, and I find it most interesting, of course durning daylight the sun is brilliant and powerful, the other planets lay quieting awaiting the dardness as the moon does. She never forgotten though, and when one considers she makes the tides react, the sun yes warm, the other plants only really sparkle at night when the moon is out, she dominates the our universe, and is brilliant in her reigns over the earth. Each line feds into your descriptive of a subte quiet planet, but your right she is the queen, she determines her subjects including us in her her powerful reign over all that is. Net, like it, your imagination and ability to take the common accepted without a thought (except loves and astrometers,) but she is always there making judments on his this particular sphere called earth goes around, it's interesting when the earth consists of 70% water that she reigns over the pwer. Once again charming, and I always enjoy hearing you descriptives concerning the ordinary take for granted, and turn the thought to creating an insight of thout. Hmmmm, the monn everything you describe, the power of our ocens is determined by her, so this poem is right now. Best, my regards....Jo Morgan	2004-07-27 15:46:25
Saying Good-Bye at the Seaside Cafe	Joanne M Uppendahl	More then a good-bye here, sensation, memories that remain and will tug at the memories, the poem is farewell, fond adieu but only until next time. I like the way you stress the power of the ocean and the nuances that all seashores seem to consist of, wood aged and worn, one developes the smell of the sea and that's what this poem related for me. It may be a long time before returning but the vista that one retains automatically effects the visual and sensetory organs, the sun, the sand hot against the soles of the feet. It's great because this poem captures all the different oceans, from East to West there is a sameness isn't there in how the sea presents itslf and all the sense that drive toward the soul of the viewer. I've been to the coastlines in Oregon, to California. the Eastern coast from Maine to Florida, and I bet if I were to reventure to these spots, the actual sea and shorelines with the different strengths of the ocean would automatically return. I thin while I'm there of the power of God, he created and he maintains us in harmony with the planets, he manifests the destiny of the seas to reat and repeat again, and probably the seas were the same for peoples right through the ages, it never changes, it may go haywire at times, it may be serene at times, but it always go back to form, with sea bleached structures, and everything that comes in contact. It just leaves those memories. If someone has had the opportunity to sit quietly and muse, or do whatever, it always remains constant. Heck of a job Joanne, you have managed to catch all the feelings, and how every individual enjoys the experience....Like the poem a lot....Love, Jo	2004-07-26 18:22:41
japanese verse 54 (Hammerhead Shark)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Neat Erzahl, what more in a haiku could anyone ask for. Marine carpenter, love this descriptive, identifies the fish, swims to school of fish, the feeding if you will, nicely upholds the identy. Fixing its (his? belly. Just an option of use, keeps it within the personsality. Three lines that more then are descriptive, all three lines pivotial to the haiku, keep it right and strong, and lots of fun to read and chuckle at. That someone could string these descriptives so well, bringing home the intent of the haiku. Never cease to please, you have an inborn way of writing haiku, which is the first type of peopty I was even inclined to buy a book on. The count is great, and the analogy is beautifully applied, again well done. Best regards, Jo Morgan (love the brevity and sparcity of wording, brilliant)	2004-07-26 10:57:51
Parade	marilyn terwilleger	Hi Marilyn, Fun is right, poem caught my interest right away, I was to play the saxophone in the Hight school band, as a former Marine parades always impact my memories and emotions, guess a big rooter of the parade, but it's never a parade withoutout the band. Like, and was interested in your take right away, you're right on, you caught all the sensation, the color, the movement for me. Nice descriptives, but the poor calarinet is out there all alone I'm afair, everything else is more then described except that the clarinet, ha ha, but it is darn fun and from my personal insight you are right on, caught it nicely for a fun poem, and that alone deserves creit. I know the scale of poems is low, and want to thank you for the foresight in contributing to the link. I appreciate it a lot, and love the impact your poem carried to me.....Mybest, Love, Jo (Boy this poem causes memories of long ago)	2004-07-24 22:37:24
The Force That Through My Muse Drives The O	Mell W. Morris	Oh wOw, got it. O is probably the one letter all would identify with exclaimation, it drives those lyrics that donate senses, and it everything your wonderful poem eludes to, I'm smitten, and for this reader I see the O and one big indicator of wonder, and for me, it can make me chuckle, feel smitten all over with memories, and probably pne voqel used more often then we realize for emphasis. Once again Mell you make this reader chuckle, especially when just last night I saw a commerical and it related to the O, I'm not left with a memprory of what the commerical related, just the impact seeing it related to, for me a pleasure, especially since I read your poem right after, and that brought a great feeling to recognize that in you, our vocabulary is not dead. Every time you write something to resurrect some memory in my physe, and believe it or not I always come come feeling enlightened by your words, you are very knowledgeable, but look at your background, heart and soul into understanding it, a God given talent empowered by book. That my Freind/girl.....Love Ya, take care, Jo Mo (It's in great rememberance of Dylan Thomas, how can you go wrong).	2004-07-23 23:12:27
japanese verse 53 (Ecstasy)	Erzahl Leo M. Espino	Adorable, and well applied. What heaven these three simple lines of you haiku evokes. Very apt, and lovely. As usual you words stir emotion, and bring wonderful thoughts to the reader. No reason for me to go on asnd on, it's well applied, and each lines melds into the others, bringing fuzzy thoughts. Like my dream of floating on a pink fluffy cloud. What a fantantic writer, you never fail to evoke sensation. My best always, Jo Morgan	2004-07-18 21:32:51
Jing Ye Si (A Quiet Evening) Chinese Translation	G. Donald Cribbs	Hi Don, Amazing and most enjoyable. I don't know Chinese, but I accept the translation. Really learned more with this poem, then I ordinarally, especially the translation. Very well present. The stle of presenting is neat, and very seamingly Chinese feeling. The clarity of the words makes me reminice of the Havvest Moon so well know to me. How many times as a child I searched the face, to understand it roundness and how clear the orb was, always with a mind of the safeness of home, I find the poem to be effective in making the sameness of feel come alive for me. Of course my first love of poetry was Haiku, and I always enjoy the feeling this poetry created for me. So considering all, wonderful translation, and thank you for presenting the poem so clearly, and understandably. Please consider giving of the poetry more and more. Love the chance to see it presented with the Chinese language, and someone like you to be learned enough to grace us....Thank you, good luch. Joanne Morgan	2004-07-18 04:09:23
Nocturnal Fantasy	marilyn terwilleger	What a gallant attempt. Love how you made this sing, and I take it to be Old English which was surely different, and enjoy able I might add. Practice makes perfect, and in order to become proficent one must make the attempt and you have here, the form is great, the rhyme and rhythm you incorcorate in the poem is charming, and I'm throughly taken how much you blossom Marilyn, what a wonderful fun poem to read, especially written by you. Don't know what the guys think, but I think it's fun, and your descriptives more then leave the reader understanding the movement, and the feeling, much fun to partake in. Love, Jo	2004-07-16 20:34:25
Hopeful Dreamer	housam majid jarrar	Dear Housam, What a beautiful dream you dream, it is a soft, soulful Love wish. I think your phrasing is absolutely beautiful. The speak has the soul of a romantic, and the poem is written that all readers to some degree can understand the sentiment. I think Indian men are romantic, for I havn't read anything, by any of you that doesn't move the spirit. Your endearing wish is so beautiful, and you state your poem artistically. Hearty congratulations, and welcome from me to you, as this is your first poem I'm commenting on. I shall be sure from now on to note your name, and no doubt the words and flavor will suit your intent. Joanne Morgan	2004-07-11 17:07:07
Portrait of Loss As Three Styles of Music	Mell W. Morris	Yes so they say. Spoken in measures as you speak here, more then true, if one allows the body spirit to move with the intention. The lyrics speak wisely her, in lynch with the sensation. Music to me captures mood, where one is allowed to share a rhythm, and understand the lyrics that accompany. So for me the poem speaks to it all and captures mood and sensation, and thus I don't have any suggestions. I always accept the poet has spoken from their personal sensation, for if they havn't then the effort is just words. Music has as always made the world go round, as you state from the first dirge to what we currentlys listen to, although we all have certain preferences.....you capture it nicely (as always).....Love Jo	2004-07-11 15:11:04
I Am Fred Chapter 1V	marilyn terwilleger	Hi, once again the rhythm of the Irish lore contained in Fred's speech. Caught it right again, another chapter (very original) of Fred, always on a quest. The response from the Human side is fraught with that distinction of wondering, Fred so certain. Guess he's learned what goes around, comes around, huh? Pretty positive. Love the flow you maintain in protraying Fred "The whitty Elf", such imagination. So I don't manage to critique much now, right now the stamina is here, so I take advantage. Besides, I love the Fred character, must be something to do with my Irish linage huh? Love it, great addition, neat chapter to the continuing saga of Fred.....no suggestions, you present it with clarity, rhythm, rhyme and it's so enjoyable (a hidden publication for sure......Love, Jo Mo	2004-07-11 12:51:34
Dancing For The Gods	Rick Barnes	Oh Rick, I love this poem and the tribute to Joanne. You describe how her poetry makes me feel, like dancing, feeling the beating of the earth. There is so much movement encapsulated in your wonderful choice of words, lyrics that transpose one to sensation. You always write excellently, and this poem supercedes the norm. Emotion, sensation, visual sensation, all combined in the most wonderful tribute. I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to respond, however I do what I can when I can, besides my computer is on the last legs, and I often wonder if I should dare even try. Once again, no disappointment, just a wonderful freeing sensation. Hope I interperted your poem correctly, but regardless well written and as always enjoyable. My best regards, Joanne Morgan (a fan)	2004-07-06 00:37:06
The Perseids Are Coming	Joanne M Uppendahl	Joanne, I wanted to comment before this poem goes off my list. You know the discriptors make one feel the action embedded in this poem, yet there is a soft visual quality to it's effect, s. So I'm left with sensation. Also I love your poem, and you know it's chuck full of how marvelous the universe is just there, and sometimes we take this wonderful pulsatio of the why, and the when, and how fortunate we are to occupy this earth, very fortunate indeed. Moveso for me it is the reasoning of the best spectular lightshow, and no movie can ever duplicate just what our universe, and you, with your interest are making me feel like an Angel who is witnessing this greatest show on earth. that describe the mystical movements of the heart beating in the universe, and it's marvelous to speculate how the sensation of a super interesting poem. My computer is dying, and if this garbled mess even makes my comments available to you, well simply said, I'm glad your here and can bring the reader into the sensation. Glad I am up to sitting here and typing this, for it's gets more difficult all the time. Your poems are full of action, movement, color. Good luck wish I was more prolific, as I used to be. I do read, just can't comment much right now. My Love, my best wishes, and thanl you....Love Joanne	2004-07-04 23:49:42
I Am Fred Chapter 111	marilyn terwilleger	This is enjoyable, and so much fun. Everyone would dall in love with the repeating cadence of this 3rd poem. Oh if only I had an elf called Fred, it's such a wonferfully written thymatic poem Marilyn, it just blows my senses away, and qwhat a wonderful scence the oansies, and the conversation, and Fred's logic. I can hear an Irish Elf here, and he's so loveable. What a great three poems each time I read one of the series, I become almost romantic with his charm, and the quiet questioning of the speaker, accept his answer with no puns rweturned. It's masterful that your poems run such a gamet of interest. What a cute, relaxing, and wonderfully written story in poems you tell, and each time Fred becones a living Elf, because we're getting to know him. I can hear that voice, and you're projecting his personality so well. Congratulations what a mystical character, and sory is unfolding. Becaue of the skill you demonstrate what you write poetry, and weave such interest. Again congratulations and good luck, nothing I can say other then adorable....Jo Morgan	2004-06-27 22:45:00
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