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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Turner Lee Williams	Critique Date
I Believe	marilyn terwilleger	marilyn--IMO, these are all enthralling remarks depicting scribe's/protagonist's personal/philosophical spectrum of some life intrigues. Although, most renderings are hyperbolic, the most adamant is the sharing of a pious faith; "...But most of all I believe in His Radiance and colossal grace" The entire verbiage creates vivid imagery for all the senses. I have no suggestions for improvement. Thanks for sharing this uplifting work. TLW	2006-06-23 11:27:47
A Spot On The Prairie	marilyn terwilleger	marilyn--Vivid imagery presented by the recounting of this visit to "A Spot On The Prairie"/deserted domicile). Excellent twist/turning from a seemingly ominous situation to one of gratuitousness. A small query of punctuation (lack thereof) at the end of some lines (in keeping with the rest of your text), i.e., lines #2, #6, #11 & #14. This just may be my mistake- pausing at the wrong line breaks-smile. Thanks for sharing these images from a surreal experience. TLW	2006-06-23 09:27:38
Live On	Debbie Spicer	Debbie–This saddens me. I didn’t know she had passed. I remember her as; Joyful and Outgoing, she Made Our Reviews and readings Gainful. Angelic, she’s Now with the creator. Your elegy/tribute is heartfelt and IMHO, quite representative of the senti- ments shared by fellow TPLers. Thanks for posting this bittersweet offering.TLW	2005-11-27 13:34:12
haiku (first light)	Joanne M Uppendahl	Joanne–This Japanese Verse is quite a bit different than your other compilations/connecting haiku/senryu. Strophes #1 and #2 could easily hold their own independently or connected. However, strophes #3 and #4 would not enjoy the same fate (they need strophe #2 badly-smile). Fortunately for us, scribe’s walk before dawn is done deliberately and brilliantly in the manner chosen. IMHO, the totality of these strophes create an excellent narrated sequenced nexus: this “story” has a very distinct/melding of beginning, middle and end (an awful lot to ask of 68 syllables). A few of my favorites metaphoric/fresh phrases are; “...I walk ahead of first light...” “I call up their good mornings...” “...I smell feather dust.” WOW! The vivid imagery “first light” conjure up is awesome! Thanks for these ‘tasty’ pictures. TLW	2005-11-07 23:20:53
Crossroads	stephen g skipper	stephen–Through title and 1st strophe verbiage scribe/protagonist infer contemplating life altering decisions after passing of matri- arch; “What colours shall be cast across twilight as my Awen is set free.” Of death bed watch, scribe depicts how much matriarch/parental loss affected him; “Last breath sharp yet shallow, carrying with it all that was me.” At the end of a respective mourning period with apt veneration given, protagonist recalls earlier teachings/lessons which allowed an emergence from doldrums and gained redemption/solace as shown through remaining/ ending couplets/lines; “Cursed with the gift of remembrance, pasts all to clearly seen. Sanctuary now found, cairn nestled within natures folds. High above a tarn, which briefly, mirrors my celestial rise and fall. I’ll quietly wait for her call.” IMO, this poignant quasi-elegy is a cathartic write for a devoted and loving son. Thanks for sharing this well limned private/personal poem with fellow TPLers. TLW	2005-11-06 00:34:14
An Old Leather Chair	Marsha Steed	Marsha–IMO,the rhyming couplets inferences a wanton criminal act by the child everyone was doting on; “A silent eye peers beyond The window glass, a shattered bond. Fury feeds where once was joy Rage mercilessly rips away the boy. The perfect scene, diminished to naught Kaleidoscope tears in memory sought.” This verbiage (metaphorically) speaks of cutting short the life of a nurtured child through no fault of theirs, he was taken from the straight/narrow path; “A single slash the leather bare, A stain of red, the past is here. A childhood lost in solitary act. A future crumpled by forgotten pact.” Moreover, this gruesome act brought grief to those left behind; “The chair remains, melody gone A grown-up hums the mother's song. Locked behind bars of steel Three lives condemned, two left to feel.” Your title makes for a great nursing station, and an even better sanctuary, i.e., when she wasn’t using the chair for these duties, matriarch/parental was dispensing sage advice which according to this post was not adhered to by off-spring. Excellent non-metered narrative lamenting of too oft realistic child rearing. Sorry if I missed your intended purpose. TLW	2005-11-04 12:56:01
Until Next Year	marilyn terwilleger	marilyn--And so it is (timely and humorous as meant to be). Thanks for sharing these 'bone chilling' images-smile. Hyperbole abound in excellent personifications which is enhanced by the fresh end rimes (halloween/seen; rage/cage; tongue/clung; despair/air; decay/dismay). These couplets portray this annual event in the manner which aficinados delight! Thanks for provid- ing some sorely needed levity. TLW	2005-10-29 00:02:23
The Wall	Mell W. Morris	Mell–I see this as a metaphoric lamented bio/self-portrait more than a “persona poem.” IMO, too many attitudes, attributes, and parallels with scribe (addressed by my limited knowledge) to dis- suade me/reader. “The Wall” (front/barrier) erected after the tragic loss of loved one and the good intentioned but ill-con- ceived recommendations for allaying grief (first stanza). Pro- tagonist indicates some stoicism, but also how much she doted on loved one/light of her life (2nd stanza); “She's not a languish-in anguish type but the scent of him made her pure verb. Squared the circle.” The 3rd stanza refers to mean(s) of solace, and, also the gradual crumbling/dissipating of “barrier” (writing/ ‘lines’ serving as a measuring stick; cathartic respite); “Music her surcease, her sole release. Lines define her ramparts falling, the wall kept in place friable, *fracturing* in shards and traces.” Of course, there was never any doubt that protagonist would persevere. The last stanza is a great coda (smile) for this poster of an assured “SURVIVAL” and the epitome of resiliency; “Go on, she will. The daze of healing. Her scar will turn to proud flesh, a reminder of love spurned and her well-earned badge of courage.” I must mention the poetics, specifically, the fresh rimes (friends/mend; languish/anguish; surcease/release; lines/define; spurned/earned). Thanks for sharing (under guise) this candor (or I could be off in left field-of which I’m sure you’ll let me know-smile). TLW	2005-10-25 16:41:00
MATRIARCH	Mark D. Kilburn	Mark–-Veneration is at its best in this tribute to mothers. Scribe has deftly used a combination of literal and figurative language to provide many images/examples of sage life lessons given by his “Matriarch.” Furthermore, each series of items presented in this List/History Poem readily serve as sentiments reader(s) can easily identify with. Although all stanzas are pertinent parental instructions/directions, my favorite phrase is; “She was and is my advisor, counselor, consultant and best friend. She is my mother and there will never be another…” These four lines embodies the theme of this tribute and poignantly indicates scribe’s heartfelt devotion to his “Mother.” Thanks for sharing this well written piece with fellow TPLers. TLW	2005-10-24 22:48:06
The Last October	Mell W. Morris	Mell–Even if you’re lamenting triviality, you would do so in a style that’s so your own. Again, this is all innate on your part. Moreover, as a voracious reader of quality literature, you present an eclectic and philosophical/humbling view that’s openly accepting/nurturing. The majority of TPLers are drawn to your ability/willingness to address the rawest of the raw in a matter of fact vein. Most stoics would have withered at a fraction of your setbacks/hardships, but with an unbelievable constitution, “The Last October” indicates you’ve decided to continue to combat your maladies; “Eliot told us that "April is the cruellest month," but I believe he was wrong for Only in October does nature wither and die. And a strong wind sighs, burnishes me to a *bright*, brilliant shine, more luminous than a nova so you may see me again... Next October.” This is my favorite bit and speaks to “Personal Helicon”-smile; “...to gusts of musty Materiel and lashes of ochre cliffs. Wind transports seeds and hurls them with little clumps of sod into crevices and niches and then deep beneath roots of the mountains where granite relents. “ All this selfish reader cares is that this piece inference everything positive toward scribe continuing to write, and any reports of her leaving/retiring were greatly exaggerated. Thanks for my overdue “Mell Fix”-smile. TLW	2005-10-18 13:18:32
My Old Sock	marilyn terwilleger	marilyn--Starting with the title, a myriad of metaphors employed in this entertaining post. Vivid imagery abound in this rendering of life experiences. The read is as eclectic in its emotions as is the "lilac memories"/contents of "...Old Sock." We all should have such a place to tuck away our most private concerns. Hopefully, your "storage facility" (smile) will stretch forever to accommodate any and all treasures you might acquire. Thanks for providing TPLers an identifiable interest. TLW	2005-10-18 01:25:36
Curtain Call	Nancy Ann Hemsworth	Nancy--The title itself made me wary and as I continued to read, the subsequent (metaphoric) verbiage did nothing to allay my feel- ings. IMO, this excellent rimed but somber piece inference's an in- valid who has resigned to the fact he/she can no longer do those things that give their life joy and therefore, taking a 'last bow.' Hopefully, this is simply a poetical gem from the imaginative mind and pen of this talented poet. TLW	2005-10-18 00:34:34
In The Presence	Kenneth R. Patton	Kenneth--One of TPL's most adamant music lovers, Mell Morris, once wrote "Music is magic and magic brings music." Your adoration for this talented artist certainly may validate her statement with your on figurative language; "His words, direct and true ripped rusty nails from my soul It is clean now But I can still feel each nail as it was pulled Sometimes slowly, or violently wrenched I gasped with pain and knowledge" This tribute and title to Dave Mallet (IMO) is a partial of "In the Presence...of Greatness." Poignant and terse and personal. Thanks. TLW	2005-10-17 23:56:51
Anatomy	Dellena Rovito	Dellena--An excellent mind twister and such a fitting name for this imaginative humorous piece. The verbiage/body teaser is well worth the read. Thanks for sharing this bit of levity with your fellow TPLers. TLW	2005-10-13 20:07:44
A Page From My Diary (21/09/05)	stephen g skipper	stephen--Excellent mixture of Japanese Verses (senryu: human nature theme and haiku: mother nature theme). Strophes #1 and #3 are haiku, while strophes #2 and #4 are senryu. All stanzas correctly meet their form constraints (three lines of 5-7-5- = 17 syllables). Apt and vivid imagery produced by selective and descriptive verbiage. This quadruple of Japanese verses provide an eclectic view from a well-kept diary of a man with some extra time (due to being separated from his 'amorist') on his hands-smile. Thanks for sharing these wonderful/intimate/ realism snapshots with fellow TPLers. TLW	2005-10-13 14:41:12
Things Have A Season	marilyn terwilleger	marilyn–Almost a cliched title, but that’s where any similarity ends. Scribe’s take on a planned cycle for things as arranged by an all powerful entity indicates a pious, but non-fanatical belief system; “I don't fear the coming of winter I know it's His plan that all things have a season. So I don't mind Too much” Also, a beautiful reverence shown for all natural/nature gifts; “When a soulful zephyr slinks over empty untilled fields and ploughs rest on lumps of mud, sapless foliage withers and dies. But I don't mind Too much” Alliterations and refrains employed throughout piece provide pleasing assonance and openly enhances vivid imagery. Thank for this evoking post. TLW	2005-10-13 13:49:07
Replica	Dellena Rovito	Dellena--Yes, more or less: because we were "created in His image." Thanks for reminding us of this 'idealistic' imagery you've painted. Personally, I think it would be quite boring if we are too like this portrayal: the saying, "spice is the variety of life," comes readily to mind-smile. IMO, your "list poem" left out the most important God given human characteristic: free will. That's the "X" factor! Thanks for sharing. TLW	2005-10-13 11:17:02
After Katrina	Latorial D. Faison	Latorial--I've already reviewd this or my senility is worse than I thought. In any case, my sentiments/remarks/comments are the same: Well now, why don't you just speak up--stop biting your tongue! This captive audience is spellbound, but not sur- prised or even shocked: you had been awfully sedate for some time--had put aside the soap box (at least the activists one). Now it appears you've stepped back “up there” with a vengeance- kudos. No, I don’t think you left anyone unscathed in this one. Clearly a gross case of placing inexperienced cronies in posi- tions that’s come back to haunt this “administration’s/admini- strator.” The absolutely worst thing is that this rewarding of past political deeds served to placed many folks in even more harmful/desperate situations. As your poem of address has vehe- mently stated/inferenced: the fallout from these terrible deci- sions/indecisions/delayed responses are taken personally and leave some fairly nasty “After...” tastes. Thanks for the fire! TLW	2005-10-11 19:43:34
Once Upon A Night So Bleak…	Dellena Rovito	Dellena--This timely and seasonal piece is well-contrived and entertaining. It's silly, but I found myself rushing through the lines to read what would happen next-smile. Excellent holloween images and mock melodrama conjured up with analogies; "...dark like an eclipse had just crossed the moon." "...shook like tree's leaves at limbs end in the autumn wind." Too much other delightful language to list. Thanks for reminding TPLers about "Trick or Treat" date fast approachiing with this cute ditty. TLW	2005-10-10 21:45:13
For when a child sings	Deborah L Bird	DEB--I don't recall reviewing any of your poems before now, so welcome. It is always good to see more people joining the site. I personally like greeting/reading new members/poetry to/on TPL. You've posted an uncomplicated, straight forward, plain language, and up-lifting offering. The 'List' portion of the poem has a easy conversational style and present sage info without dictating/preaching; "How to talk and how to walk. We teach them how to tie their shoes, And how to hold a spoon." This tone is attractive and serves the benevolent title/theme well. Also, nice transitional verbiage makes for a smooth (albeit, not so subtle) twist/turn; "The most enjoyable part of Teaching our children has to be Teaching them to sing." The repeat of the title in the 8th lines enhances the personification of the last line and provides an excellent denouement for this very neat and concise read. Thanks for sharing and keep writing. TLW	2005-10-10 09:48:17
October	marilyn terwilleger	marilyn--Of course the title denotes fated anniversary of the significant other's demise and marked with another poetic elegy: metaphors and naturesque images relate these memories poignantly instead of gloomily. IMO, this write is a cathartic gem with a healthy healing balm. Thanks for once again sharing a personal script for getting through the aftermath of such tragic events and their reminders. TLW	2005-10-08 12:31:37
Cycle	Latorial D. Faison	Latorial–I studied on this for some time, and although not comfortable with my review, here goes. Even though hopeful words are present (extend, dove, free, dream, esteem, desire, babies, born, America) the tone is as forlorn as is the pro- spect for any redemption; “...whose babies are not yet born the beautiful ones often born without a chance” The title inferences repeated (historically) similar events in the lives of this faction of humanity. Moreover, scribe’s offering speaks to dire circumstances seemingly with no break in this “Cycle”, and therefore laments a sad, very sad commen- tary of society as a whole. A chilling write. Sorry, if I’ve missed your intentions. Welcome back. TLW	2005-10-08 11:45:20
Affliction - Etheree #2	Mary J Coffman	Mary--Another excellent etheree, however, even more difficult due to the inclusion of rimes. This well written poem is of a dark nature with no redeeming features. I only hope the offering is a figment of poet's active imagination and not a depiction of scribe's true feelings. If the idea is to evoke melancholy, the imagery presented easily accomplishes that.TLW	2005-10-06 21:52:31
Senyru (train watcher)	Joanne M Uppendahl	Joanne–-Although this trio/combination of senryu/haiku (both?) have a overall forlorn feel/tone, I really like the visuals/ audio portrayed in the first two strophes:(1) a familiar stroll along a favorite route before turning in for the night with added bonus of banter between train and clouds (relaxing/calming);(2) depiction/analogy agitates the blood (peril excites/entices). However, in stanza #3 surprise twist/turn,scribe appear a wee bit disappointed at train not stopping. IMO, protagonist/“train watcher” is waiting/desiring to become a passenger on one of these locomotives (“bound for glory”); “I curb my letdown, perhaps around the next curve new trains will greet me” Actually I may be far off base, but the piece speaks to me forebod- ingly. Sorry, if I’ve missed your intentions. TLW	2005-10-06 21:31:43
Afterglow (an Etheree)	Mary J Coffman	Mary--This one's imagery plus: something for every sense. Thanks for introducing TPLers to another poetical fixed form: the Etheree. A modern form named for its inventor/ poet Etheree Taylor Armstrong. Your offering follows the format and its requirements perfectly: ten lines of free verse, the first line ha one syllable, with each following line increasing by one syllable. It has always been my con- tention that the more avenues of expressions used can only help improve one's communication skills. Well done. TLW	2005-10-04 05:18:09
Trust	Karen Cribs	Karen--Great word title with repetition through out this near tongue twisting (alliterated) naturesque poem. IMO, this write has a subtle gloom and doom theme: an undertone directed toward the loss/preservation of the natural and valued sea/wild life. The "Trust" issues raised herein is almost a sardonic address of man's abuse of the earth and it's inhabitants (including each other).Thanks for reminding us through vivid imagery of things we take for granted and the potential for their decline/demise. Keep writing. TLW	2005-10-04 04:42:58
My Other Passion	stephen g skipper	Stephen--We boys must have our toys-smile. This sure reads like you've invested quite a bit of personal attention on this two stroke/two wheel gas miser. Vivid imagery and metaphoric language indicates an almost reverent fondness for scribes object of affection/ esteem. An excellent tribute from this Scooterist to his scooter. Some reader(s) who dote on classic vehicles or other joyful modes of transport will surely identify with "My Other Passion." And, yet there will be those that think this is a strange, but harmless obsession. In any case remember you are sharing with your TPL friends-smile. TLW	2005-10-03 21:30:22
Penetrated	Dellena Rovito	Dellena--After the umpteenth read, I no longer feel the title of this free verse refer to some sexual innuendo. And, the subsequent verbiage (IMO) verify the inference of a UFO sighting; “The blinking light metered all that was incoming. Filling me in part with whatever it had gathered to bestow. “ And not a “...congress in the morning...” or at any other time). This langauge resembles all published information, characterists and elements which points to an E.T. visit; "Its arrival was immediate all the signs showed its existence. Movement shadowed the presence. Unseen, one could argue that it wasn't but it was, and to eradicate it must be acknowledged as real. True, or not, seen, or unseen confirmation resides in the discard." Great imagination and penmanship employed which intrigues this reader. Touche and kudos. TLW	2005-10-03 10:36:02
With Grace	marilyn terwilleger	marilyn--From this cinquain, I glean a possible two-fold meaning, i.e., metaphoric and literal. (1) While scribe is looking skyward and hoping for a positive sign from loved one(s) whom she precieves now resides in heaven. (2) A second read may indicate protagonist in standard prayer position in hopes of a pious request being granted. Moreover, both reads gives a personification of night performing its routine in a special area. This, IMO, is another in a long line of poignant, personal and cathartic posts. This pithy write also displays scribes trademark imagery. Write on! TLW	2005-10-01 00:09:08
Another War	marilyn terwilleger	marilyn--Truth, it has often been said, "Is more... (everything) than fiction." Many sons/daughters/fathers/mothers/uncles/aunts/ nephews/spouses will bring back similar hellish memories to their families from Iraque-for some families their one consolation being; "But he did come home." This narrative speaks to me personally: my father was wounded in Korea and I've also posted poems that spoke of my soldiering; The war? VietNam The soldier? Me The victims? My family Thanks for reminding other "second hand" victims that they are not alone. These nightmares/scenarios are shared by many others (the sad part is that this number is growing). TLW	2005-09-25 19:06:48
With Leaves Stirring	Mell W. Morris	Mell–-Once again TPLers are treated to a savory of picturesque images spilling from your silver-syllabled-pen. Initially,this reader marveled at the ease with which scribe places us/me/com- panion in the saddle riding double to view such an awesome sight; “Atop my high-stepping mare, we ride down the canyon to watch the sun sink in glory.” Then I found myself going “WOW” as I read the subsequent enjamb- ing strophes,coming across a combination of unique/brilliant hues (cumin/orange/euclase/sage/purple-blue tints) and some excellent ‘subtle’ interior rimes (glory/story; hints/tints;place/faces; trees/leaves). Grudgingly, my need to offer a denouement lead me to select the piece overall theme (IMO) which is also contained in my favorite stanza; “...These scenes rarely waver from stillness, stones which know a life without desires, dwelling in its own distance from nowhere. Then utterly Focused, scattering chips of granite to praise these views of time and place.” This vivid imagery depict scenes from what is un-mistakenly Utopia and is proof positive that in your absence you continued to write which is always a plus for TPLers. Thanks for sharing this Mellodian effort-smile. TLW	2005-09-24 11:50:40
A Scouse Haiku	stephen g skipper	stephen--Technically, a senryu ("human nature"; haiku is "mother nature"), but it still got the job done. Moreover, due to the rime (clue/igloo), it is officially an English version of the Japanese Senryu. Vivid imagery and humor pro- duced by this sparsity of words. Keep writing. TLW	2005-09-19 17:07:44
Time Ends	marilyn terwilleger	Marilyn--Another heartfelt cinquain. This appears to be referencing the spouse/significant other that has "past on;" The "...dreams..." inferenced in this piece are not just about nocturnal emissions, but "dreams" in every sense of the word (dreams/life interrupted). A mel- ancholic/bittersweet pledge of love and fidelity for eternity. The imagery/emotions presented by this terse poetical statement/post is awesome! You're fast becoming for TPL cinquains what "E" is for Japan- ese Verses (smile). Keep writing these--Please!! TLW	2005-09-19 16:46:57
Clearing Skies	Dellena Rovito	Dellena--What you depict here appears to be a puzzeling kaleidoscopic sky, ranging from storm clouds, bits of sunlight and spaces of "Clearing Skies." And, maybe not unlike some odd weather fronts we get here in Arizona. In the space of a few hours or less it can suddenly grow dark and calm; then blow 45 to 60 mph winds; hale the size of marbles and just as suddenly, it can clear-up/sun shining like nothing ever happened. I posted a poem referece my observation of this fascinating phenomena ("Nature's Monologue") some time back. I like the layout of this free verse and its stanzas (interesting and eye catching. Keep looking up and puting your feelings on paper. TLW	2005-09-14 19:01:38
Wrath	marilyn terwilleger	Marilyn--Personified, metaphoric and realistic is this apt titled free verse's account of Katrina's attack on New Orleans. The four enjambing tercets provide laconic snapshots for the vivid imagery depicted. The entire four stanzas are chillingly, graphically and poignantly written. Thanks for sharing this "tale." TLW	2005-09-13 03:54:21
hope	charles r pitts	Charles--Another type poem that peak my interest: conciseness with poignant imagery. Your Japanese Verse (haiku) is a sanguine and up- lifting piece done with a sparsity of words, belying the well thought- out effort. Great gear switching from your latest cinquains. TLW	2005-09-10 13:32:57
betrayal	charles r pitts	Charles--Another lambasting for someone with this (sequel?) somber titled cinquain (you do like this form!). Equally dark is the theme for this superbly chosen verbiage. Scribe has limned a poetic/meta- phoric "death wish." This is good, real good! TLW	2005-09-10 13:11:46
truth	charles r pitts	Charles--This title/theme is well carried by the subsequent language: These metaphors create vivid imagery. There's no mistaking the acrimony in this terse cinquain. I only hope this is a product of your imagination and not intended for a significant other. I like the emotions of this con- cise piece! TLW	2005-09-10 12:54:43
Senyru 818	Michael J. Cluff	Michael–-I can’t discern the relevancy for the number “818" of the title ”Sen*r*yu 818, but does not matter. Your imagery has depicted well a human condition which befall many during downsizing or being let go for other reasons: this snappy dresser has joined the long line of the unemployed. Colorful and concise. TLW	2005-09-10 08:56:33
After Katrina . . .	Latorial D. Faison	Latorial--Well now, why don't you just speak up--stop biting your tongue! This captive audience is spellbound, but not sur- prised or even shocked: you had been awfully sedate for some time--had put aside the soap box (at least the activists one). Now it appears you've stepped back “up there” with a vengeance- kudos. No, I don’t think you left anyone unscathed in this one. Clearly a gross case of placing inexperienced cronies in posi- tions that’s come back to haunt this “administration’s/admini- strator.” The absolutely worst thing is that this rewarding of past political deeds served to placed many folks in even more harmful/desperate situations. As your poem of address has vehe- mently stated/inferenced: the fallout from these terrible deci- sions/indecisions/delayed responses are taken personally and leave some fairly nasty “After...” tastes. Thanks for the fire! TLW	2005-09-09 15:13:24
Ah, The Blame Game	Kenneth R. Patton	Kenneth--At TPL one can always tell the current events by the themes posted, and whether good, bad or indifferent--I love that TPLers write their hearts, minds and feelings. Granted, there's always going to be some offerings praising the reponse of "John Q" public, but more critizing "Big Brother." As political activists, we must also jump on any hint of impropriety by the opposing party. Your write has taken the high road by cautioning against "throwing stones;" "But just remember when you point your finger there’s three pointing back at you" IMO, the title serves this theme/tone quite well: nuetral-not admonishing. This neatly rhymed poem of address aptly list most of the areas which are taking hits for their response tactics (or lack there of), specifically to New Orleans. Thanks for the sage advice. TLW	2005-09-09 09:25:43
New Orleans, Long After Katrina	Karen Ann Jacobs	Karen--Starting with the title, this offering is positive in its hope for the future of this legendary city. Logical and sequenced strophes employs a comforting and conversational style vernacular which exudes confidence that the monumental task of rebuilding will take place in spite of any obstacles. Terrific ending enhances this timely, and gra- ciously presented piece; "Can we skip to the end, past these days of seeking solace in that Katrina’s blow was only glancing, comfort from the help flooding in, and hope because ghosts always live on in New Orleans." Thanks for returning and sharing with your fellow TPLers this "Inspiration Tribute." Well done. TLW	2005-09-08 13:03:40
Wow poet this is powerful	Mark Andrew Hislop	Mark–This appears to be a parody/poem of address directed at critiques/ reviews/responses felt to be overused on TPL. IMO, the repeated/standard phrases are due mainly to the assorted skill levels of writers/poets/ critiquers/reviewers present: some quite accomplished; some promising; some mediocre; and others are novice (like myself). Although your point/ theme is sardonically presented, it is well taken by this reader who will insure reviews/critiques in the future (from his pen) are worded differently than the verbiage used in your post. I’ve learned an awful lot about poetry/poets in general and it’s due largely to exchanges with TPLers like yourself. Thanks. TLW	2005-09-07 23:00:31
I Am Fred Chapter V	marilyn terwilleger	Marilyn--Glad to see another installment in the "...Fred on-going saga. And, it was only a matter of time before Fred would become agitated enough to take his frustrations to the next level: this man has been pushed to the brink of no return by his fickle woman's infidelities with her numerous and bold suitors-smile. Excellent continuity with previous sequels; satirical/humorous treatment of an age old story:"the fight for love and glory." Entertaining with deliberate and well con- ceived continuation. I can hardly wait for the next episode-smile. TLW	2005-09-07 22:38:41
Beautiful Energy	DeniMari Z.	DeniMari--I've read this umpteenth times and can only offer a spatter of lucidity. Here goes nothing. The first stanza may refer to heat/energy/ thoughts being stored or harnessed in a particular way; second strophe appears to be a contrast of and causing a releasing of previous stated energies helping create life/changes; third-is a setting aside of egoes/ stations/differences and allowing mutual emotions to dictate a relation- ship during these troubling times; fourth-inference a speaking of hard truths/reality/tough love; five-ending tries to resolve a question of what is humanity's role/responsibility toward its weaker enities/members (brothers keeper?). Vivid imagery and great ambiguous poetical phrases make this a compelling read. In your response, please shed some lite on your intriguing post intentions. TLW	2005-09-07 17:44:34
let me hold you	Christina Morrow	Christina–Emotional and very, very timely for me due to my wife undergoing chemo after her reconstruction surgeries: your entire post is exactly what I want to tell her as she recovers (esp.these lines); “Come here and let me hold you, and carry what you can’t hold. Wipe your tears away, And hear the story, your face has told. What tomorrow brings, I surely cannot say. But I have you… here, right now -today. Let me squeeze you, hoping I can peel away the pain. For surely if I could, I’d ease you - again, and again.” IMO, this piece could serve well as a poem of address offering for any loved ones suffering from some malady. The thought of one partner wanting to allay the pain of the other goes beyond fidelity: the genuine plea/pledge of “let me hold you” possess attributes similar to that of a anthem (one of love). This ex- pressive poem deserves a wider readership. Thanks for sharing it with TPLers and giving this reader a special message to relay to his wife. TLW	2005-09-04 00:06:28
Crucible of the Towers	Paul R Lindenmeyer	Paul--There are many civil servants who are put through this test daily, but there are none more courageous or face more hazardous situations than fire fighters. This is a fitting tribute offered by your concrete poem. The layout lends it- self well to the theme and tone of the piece. An imaginative and terse post. TLW	2005-09-02 21:16:50
Your Face	marilyn terwilleger	marilyn–Writing your heart out. The imagery of lines #1,2 and 3 caused a lump in my throat; “I first Saw your loving Face when you looked at Me*-*I last saw your smile frozen In time” Lines #4 and 5 sadly inference a death mask. Thanks for sharing these personal heartbreaking/bittersweet memories. Hopefully, this sober cinquain is also serving in a cathartic capacity. TLW	2005-08-31 22:35:07
Self-portrait of someone else	Mark Andrew Hislop	Mark–IMO, this is an oxymoronic and personative titled piece. Moreover, scribe as personator sardonically challenge/question all writers heart (including self) for their craft or poet-hood (is this word covered by poetic license?). The ending aptly/ poignantly serves as crux/coda for ‘everyman’ and poets plight according to theme/tone. Your post is deep, heady and intricately penned. Sorry if I’ve misstated your purpose. TLW	2005-08-31 14:07:42
One Evening	Dellena Rovito	Dellena--"One Evening" turns into a fantastical experience: an enchanting sky, a mysterious hunk, an amorous maiden, euphonious rhythmns, all night dancing and mutually interested partners. The totality of these imaginative well written couplets are reminiscent of "Midsummer Nights Dream" (only on a much smaller scale) with similar happy results. A combination of witty end rhymes and colorful metaphoric phrases not only present vivid imagery, but produce excellent rhythmic tone and flow. This is very entertaining. TLW	2005-08-29 23:00:03
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