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My mom made me practice the piano and learn to type during the summer of '67. My athletic and other academic pursuits got in the way until a couple of years ago when I bought a piano and found that I love to read and write. I enjoy watching my three kids re-invent the wheel and spend inordinately too much time hitting tennis balls to our two labs. A Midwesterner, I love nature, and a good beer. I read The Hobbit to my son. What a great way to spend time together. My wife and I are catching up on local history, and trying to find the best bottle of wine without spending more than $12 (inflation). That's about it.

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Poem TitlePoet NameCritique Given by Thomas Edward WrightCritique Date
How to press a buttonMark Andrew HislopYou need to slow down. All this reading is making me dizzy. Lots of interesting imagery. I cannot the "sole unshoed ..." (nor tie) this one together in a neat little bow. My fav line: "...This serves no purpose." I suspect this has something to do with that Problem on the other side of the Poem. Tinker2006-02-06 21:57:02
The Outside, InMark Andrew HislopI don't know if this is going to get through the filtering mechanism, but I didn't get a chance to finish my critique of this piece. I'm thinking this is some olde form, what with the rhyme scheme and the Envoi at the end. I suspect this is a ballade, French, or something like that. I did a Jane K search and found some of her stuff at Poets.org nothing too connected there. anyway, this seems an atmosphere or two removed from the usual TPL trance, so I thank you for gracing the edifice with a permanent and beautiful flower. t.2006-02-06 21:38:33
Drummer boyMark Andrew HislopMAH: This seems to be structured prose. Humorous prose. A prosey poem. The best line: Beat this urge/out of yourself: The worst: bang...neighbours. I'm with Schlepper: the ending needs help. Needs to help its prefix. Dug2006-01-31 20:52:35
Thou WannabeMark Andrew HislopAs I once admonished The King: Cough up the hairball. All in all a tightly wound little top. Its prickly point a nice pick for my herring. Who rants better? tew2006-01-31 20:32:22
CockroachMark Andrew HislopThe game is all about observation and comparison. lozenge elephant morgue epitaph I am checking out of my bathroom. You've ruined the atmosphere. tew2006-01-31 20:27:22
A Tattered Poem (Somewhat more than usual)James C. HorakDrop the Gandhi Cool Aid and you're on your way. It detracts from the seriousness of your message. I'm serious. tew2006-01-31 19:50:20
The bad placeMark Andrew HislopI'm sure there's much here for those willing to penetrate the veil. I was most impressed with "cilice," a cloth of a different color. I'm not sure at whom this is directed, but presume he/she will. Happy Australia Day.2006-01-29 18:38:45
A void worth all the troubleMark Andrew HislopWell, a closet I'm not familiar with...possible, but not likely. I don't follow the imagery here. Something painful inspires you to return to a place that only you can resolve... ontology: the metaphysics dealing with the nature of being while this makes for interesting word order/choices, it does not make my poetic string sing. sorry. tom 2006-01-29 18:27:45
GodlinessGerard Andrew GeigerI could stand and sing in your church Gerard. In fact, I would be a regular. t.2006-01-29 18:12:25
Australia Day Revised To Comply With New ...Mark Andrew HislopMy dogs celebrated your Holy Day of Obligation with a bone. As we creep from beneath the solsticial shoulderblade, and await the Super Bowl (no. 40 = XL), we order larger plasma screens, softer loungers, and martini mix, all on-line, all delivered Fed Ex or UPS. We consume the earth by the truckload. And Google is our favorite pasttime. iPad: teen girls learn how to share the bleeding. Amerigo? Ameriwent.2006-01-29 17:58:57
Which World Is YoursMedard Louis Lefevre Jr.Yes, don't we. Each opening the dawn of the day We left behind in fear, in hope, Which opens like a flower, Which dies in the night, And like the Phoenix, rises, Like Christ from that mental death, Only to be played again, again. 2006-01-20 07:49:01
Gunning, dying.Mark Andrew HislopThe double-edged sword of progress. I heard an NPR story the other day of a bridge in Venezuela that has begun to sink into the canyon over which it carried the daily traffic from the airport at Caracas into the city. The detour takes you out around the geographics into the hinterlands adding 3 hours to what was a half hour trip. I cancelled my trip to see Mr. Chavez. My son was in love with a lassie from down under; he was an airline ticket away from moving down. She suggested that he reconsider. He did, and we're seeing amazing things from him here in the states. But he had a chance to visit for a few weeks, and loved it. Should I ever muster the courage to make the flight, or rent a boat in San Diego and sail, I shall look for Melbourne. Perhaps a glass of your fine shiraz on the banks of your Mississippi. We are beginning to see sunlight on the far side of five o'clock. The waning winter, moons over freshly fallen snow, and not one pressing crowd crushing in on a minaret. Go figure. TEW2006-01-20 07:43:48
Moonless Nightsmarilyn terwillegerWhere HAVE all the flowers gone? Mell, Joanne, Ms. Brenda, etc. The place smells like a locker room... Your sweet ditty did my heart well. And Chanticleer, the rooster in Reynard the Fox, appears with a little French just for spice (tres anon), and my day is made. Thnx M. t.2006-01-20 07:31:15
The Nobility of CatsKenneth R. PattonThis has a very nice feel to it Ken. The rhythm is interesting, and the the way you've structured the stanzas helps that rhythm. Nice. tom2006-01-20 07:26:20
Upon Assemblage of Facts and Its Only Slight ....James C. HorakTake your keyboard by the shoulders. Tip it upside down. Shake it. Look at all the poems that fell out of it. tom2006-01-15 19:17:32
The Poorly DressedJames C. HorakPQ mag's centerfold?2006-01-15 18:08:22
Parallel LivesKenneth R. PattonIs. You. 2006-01-15 18:05:26
The Fan Tail, The Dog Watch, and BlissJames C. HorakAs we are of, from, and with the sea, Your poem is a wave, a cloud, a ship Running downwind headed only into time's Unknown waters.2006-01-15 17:34:58
Winter DroughtMell W. MorrisHi Mell- Haven't heard from you in a while, was worried. Glad to see you've still got the urge and energy to write. We're having a warm winter up here, little snow, though some predicted for tomorrow. Somewhere in all of this is the story of man down through the ages; gauging his environment, discerning the future in a cloud, the scent on the wind, the change in the change. Wishing you a healthy 2006. All the best from the Land of Plenty. t.2006-01-15 16:28:53
I am 20 years behind schedule: still,Mark Andrew HislopThere is little else to occupy the mind this month. I shall ricochet tween the alpha and o- The mirror and the man holding the razor - The pith and woe of TPL. Condemned.2006-01-03 22:27:30
10:26 RevisitedSandra J Kelley[A b]lue black [] sky Like a curtain [hangs] around [] Pierced by [] a sprinkling Of stars. Grass under our feet [C]ool but not yet damp. It too is a shade of black Here where there is so little Light. Your hand warm Against my back is solid The wind makes everything else Unstable. And again your hand [] the only warmth. The clock In the heart of town just Visible from the hilltop Proclaims [a time] That [hasn't] changed in years. I really liked this piece the last time you posted it. And I still do. I think it needs to be tightened up a bit, and that's what i've tried to show here in this example. I don't think you need to repeat the time in the poem once you've announced it in the title. It seems to work better for me without it. The nostalgia drips from this thing. nice. tom 2006-01-03 22:12:23
Of what there is of life that cannot find a homeMark Andrew HislopPoetically, I can find nothing at which to pick. Emotionally, I am reminded of the shifting sands on which I tread. Having the Christmas Holiday around the corner, I wish that I'd done some things differently. I know from where this sentiment comes. Mine's a trash barrel burning old court documents. I still have a box or two to go. Let me know if you need a cardboard box. tom2005-12-08 21:08:58
Red wine cries on a washing machine's shoulderMark Andrew HislopTea, anyone?2005-12-08 20:12:24
Yuletide Wish For TPLmarilyn terwillegerM- And a very Merry Christmas to you and yours. t.2005-12-08 17:36:23
Thirty Days Has SeptemberMell W. MorrisOne of my favorite poets, Yeats, though I prefer Browning even more. Your poem slips in the end, as if I'd just lost my footing as I stepped from the warmth of the preceding shower. If it were up for bidding to be published, and it is most worthy of that, I'd end it at the quote. But I read between enough of the lines to feel like I'm looking through the "blinds" of the very temptress who dumped him! Happy November (and its 30).2005-11-26 14:42:01
And So It WentDellena RovitoDel- I like this. Nothing fancy, but well thought out, well formed, creative. The rhythm, the rhymes, they all work. And I like the "chin up" attitude. tom2005-11-26 13:57:32
The Moral AspectMark Andrew HislopI think you need a comma after "shame" and a snort of the son of James. Right.2005-11-26 13:40:40
The Vision VanessaSean DonaghySean- A load of irony ore we could use more of around hear. tom2005-11-26 12:25:19
TherapyMark Andrew HislopMinky. tew2005-11-26 12:13:28
SenexMark Andrew HislopThe arrows fly with poignant honesty. A verse worth sending to my seedling. tew2005-11-26 11:26:19
Somewheremarilyn terwillegerHi Marilyn. You don't need the last line in this short poem. and I would change "are lurking" to "lurk" If you want to use the last line, pare it down: "There between ruin and rapture." Hope you're well. Keep your chin up. tom 2005-11-24 22:40:09
ReplenishedDellena RovitoI tasted [] rain today. It rolled [] down my face, gathering, catching [in] my mouthcorners. Cool, clear, clean, rain[we know]. Satisfying the need to experience [don't give IT away], I licked my lips. Nice. pleasant tast[e]. I took it in. Heaven[']s tears [] poured [from] the eyes of the sky tasting of sweetness[????what?]. The precious water washed over me clean[sed me], and clear[ed] my mind. [Use the active voice as much as you can] As if watering a half[??} dead flower[;] it permeated m[e]. Saturated [implies thorough] I was revitalized. In communion with [] rain, I become. Again. I think you'll find that if you throw away useless articles, cling to the active voice, avoid -ing endings except in rare circumstances (when action and motion are essential to the mood of the piece) your poetry will tighten up and become more readable, carry more punch in each line, and hold your readers, force them to work a little, ... it'll also allow your phrases to hide behind nuance and suggestions as they become less transparent. good luck. tom2005-11-24 22:36:30
Live OnDebbie SpicerBless her great heart. tew2005-11-24 22:25:33
Autumn Sundae (Cinquain)Mary J CoffmanA very pleasing picture. But I'm full of Thanksgiving dinner. I'll pass on the ice cream. tom2005-11-24 22:24:49
DaylilyDellena RovitoIn the [] bursting hours in my cottage garden bed, my private daylily blooms Hot hued, colored bold, flashing bright, gold-throated stamens, erect pistil poised in promiscuity Fleet feet of day beholds elements: sky, wind, rain, earth; most essentially: sun. With moonrise [this needs work] lily succumbs. Fleetingly, One solar sigh One day of life One single blush upon the stem Then gone awilt. I think you need some sense of speed, and fewer words. The magic of the daylily needs to be concentrated by boiling away the unnecessary. Keep working on this potentially great piece. tom2005-11-24 22:22:24
The Overman CultureMark Andrew HislopOut of this world. ballotechnic chestnuts!! Lorca would be proud. I am proud. Pass the napalm jelly. My bagel is getting hard.2005-11-24 21:42:07
OasisMark Andrew HislopProlix: I'm taking your keyboard away. And the chalk. Next the knives. PS: Send more money. We've got ants. And they've got cellular. tew2005-11-24 21:33:30
The Book of DirtMark Andrew HislopOne of your better ventures. I'd search for a publicist on this chance. Which is as small as my - checking acct balance. 14-luv.2005-11-24 21:30:53
New BedlamMark Andrew HislopSesame.2005-11-24 21:27:28
Taking your leaveMark Andrew HislopYou're getting a lot of mileage out of this mode. I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Perhaps something in a Byronic rhapsode. Or a chocolate malted. tew2005-11-24 21:08:31
QuorumMark Andrew HislopIt's all becoming very clear. Whether I will float. I am with you so far. But that Eternity part- whoa. Now you're scarin' me. Sparrow.2005-11-24 20:49:12
Separate waysMark Andrew HislopThose black-ass black holes. REallY suck. Were that your world Ptolemaicly turned, your photon a big fish in a small pond. But- here we ping, mirror to mirror, translating gibberish to lemmings. There oughta be a law. The best line: First lips and the searching areola-rise into my hand You da MAN... Way too much turkey. Sorry. tew2005-11-24 20:37:54
Chatswood honeyMark Andrew HislopAnother direct hit. They're not goin' to take much more mate. Pile it on. Bring 'm in... It's snowing...our first taste of winter her in the centralia. Love the ice thing. And the 12 year old tatoo. And they don't. Appreciate it. It ain't enough. Amerigo2005-11-15 05:53:27
An Old Leather ChairMarsha SteedTenderly in [HIS] mother's arms A {BOY?} suckles without alarm The cradle of that child fair, Maternal breast [,] an old brown chair. A lullaby['s] faintly sung [E]choes of familiar tongue. We glance away and witness [] clear The danger lurking [much too] near. A silent eye peers beyond The window's [pane], [our] shattered bond. Fury feeds where once was joy Rage mercilessly rips away the boy. The perfect scene, [shrunk?] to naught Kaleidoscope [?] tears in memory sought. A single slash, the leather bare, A stain of red, the past is here. A childhood lost in [one sad] act. A future cr[ushed] by a selfish []act. The chair remains[;] but melody['s] gone A grown-up hums the mother's song. Locked behind bars of steel Three lives condemned; two now [hea]l. 2005-11-06 17:43:30
The WallMell W. Morristhe scent of him made her pure verb. this is the definition of poetry. t. hugs:)2005-11-06 17:11:46
The Last OctoberMell W. MorrisHalloo from north of Mount Everything. I have spent the day in the beautiful sunshine. Maples fiery red to golden gold light my scape. Birds chirp as if winter were optional. The dogs bask in the warm glow of your favorite star (me :) ) I love October. April is cruell. But not as cruell as life. Keep your cards up. Rootin' for Astros over Cards. tom2005-10-17 14:55:34
Octobermarilyn terwillegerpeek? of dawn? flagrant fronds? Dead leaves. ok. i see your point. t.2005-10-13 20:37:58
"die hart siyabona" (The Heart We See)Mary J CoffmanVery fine cadence to this thoughtfully rendered piece. The author does justice to Africa, her friend, and our languages. tew2005-10-13 20:34:39
After KatrinaLatorial D. FaisonYou had me going. For awhile I was with you. Then you got lost in the moment and let it drown in the wave you began. Shorten this. It is great as a smaller piece. Gut it down to the initial idea. tom2005-10-13 20:28:49
Afterglow (an Etheree)Mary J CoffmanThat Terpischore. I've told her a thousand times... No plucking those strings after dark. And you - dressed like that! Apparite2005-10-06 21:20:23
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