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I was born in Massachusetes,lived my childhood in Connecticut,New Hampshire,Maine, lived most of my adult life between Maine and New Hampshire.I lived briefly in Florida,returned to the North Country recently.I've had some poems published in the small press,I've gotten a lot more reject slips than acceptances.I've been writing poetry since I was about
,a long time ago. I'm constantly trying to improve my writing.Besides poetry I love nature,animals,the guitar, and have an eclectic taste for music(some I really love -some I hate).Some of my heroes are: Bob Dylan,Neil Young,Arlo Guthrie,John Lennon,Robert Frost,Edgar Allan Poe,among others. I prefer Currier & Ives to "modern art",but I like to "rock".Eclectic?The dreamer is me.

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Poem Title Poet Name Critique Given by Gary A Wilmot Critique Date
For Mom Mick Fraser Hi Mike Your poem describes a tender tribute to one dear person who had a passion for wild birds. I can certainly relate.My wife and I have always had a love for wildlife.We recently restocked our back yard with suet,seed,breadcrumbs,to help nourish the hardier species that are brave enough to hang around in our arctic weather this year. Your poem alludes to a connection of the feathered friends to the spirit of your mother,as if her soul is alive with the fluttering of feathers.(I do believe that spirits are alive in all living things,and that they perpetuate in a never-ending cycle). You begin the poem with a personification,bringing alive something that one would relate as being stiff and lifeless,particularly in the "dead of winter".(That phrase itself has it's own telltale connotations). "Cracking greeted my footsteps the walnut boards of my deck voicing displeasure with my rude interruption..." You force the reader to see life where one may not normally see life. In much of our environment we become "cabin-struck" in winters' long,harsh,dark,icy grasp, it's gloomy cavern of gray lifelessness pushing many to the solemn pits of depression. Your poem takes a simple tribute and in it's modest description,gives the reader a look at the vibrant soul,very much alive in the colorful display of fluttering feathers. Winter takes on a new vitality with the contrast of the cold,stiff winter ("Stark shrubs both brown and gray...") and the bright affirmation of a stubborn survivor ("The guest of honor arrived after a long flight with his glaring red habit atop the pine surveying the scene, broadcasting his jazz"). Your poem takes a look at nature in a season of harshness that is a constant reminder of mortality.In a personal tribute you remind us that life goes on in a never-ending,vibrant cycle of life.Thank you for sharing. 2004-02-09 10:40:33
untitled Rachel F. Spinoza Hi Rachel I remember another time, under the watchful guidance of A Famous Published Poet, I was told never to use personification.So many years,so many changes,have passed since.Knowing what I know now,I would say to A Famous Published Poet,"Bullshit!" Afterall,breathing life into that which may be ignored,unnoticed,or missed completely,is part of what a good poet does so well,if not the entire purpose and being for the existence of poetry. You have shown evidence here.The beauty and simplicity of nature is captured well. I can picture the scene in my mind,the fog slowly descending one early morning... You have achieved your purpose here,and very well I might add. (Phew,it's been a long time."Raven" tells me it's time to heal.I better listen...) Gary 2004-01-17 07:50:29
Cycles (Diamante) Dan D Lavigne The simplicity of single words.I like how you have shown in this form that concise language can be very descriptive.We poets try to express all that we see in the depths of our poetic sight,rarely able to put those true depths into words.This poem shows that a single word can sometimes suffice for expression.From the bright potential of a sunny morn to the mysterious and pensive night of full moon,you have painted a portrait of the cycle of a single day.One might read between the lines,and see the never ending cycle of life,in all it's beauty and mystery,captured within the confines of 16 simple words.I shows that you don't always need to use lengthy,flowery description to express the beauty of nature.Very well done. 2003-10-19 08:39:31
Shadow of Greatness Mark D. Kilburn Hi Mark This is a valiant tribute to the true heroes of every day,those who selflessly risk life to save others.One good thing that came out of the rubble of 911 was the re-emergence of the firefighters,paramedics,and police as respected role models for the young. Atlast a break from the violent action figures of soldiers and pro-wrestlers on Saturday morning T.V. ads.(Too bad the exemplary hero status of those serving to help others,and not killing and destroying,was so short lived). "We... can only watch in awe these great and valiant giants emerging from the ash and rubble of this, dark and painful hour." Very well stated.The haunting image here,is imprinted on the minds of all who witnessed the noble acts of the firefighters and paramedics on that fateful day " so unselfishly saving their fellow Americans". "Stand united and fast America. Stand alert and protected in the shadow cast by the heroic giants who answer the call day and night, with willingness and determination regardless of the dangers." Words of strength and determination that remind us of the unwavering resolve to help our "brothers and sisters" in need.You captured the essence of the invaluable lessons learned by all who witnessed the heroic acts. "The blue sky, red flames, white ash and black smoke searing unforgettably, into our world’s conscience. Stand together, and our unity will make us indivisible and indelible from sea to shining sea. " You were able to express the connection felt by millions on that tragic day. I believe Woody Guthrie would have understood.Thank you for sharing. 2003-09-23 09:38:52
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Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Gary A Wilmot	Critique Date
For Mom	Mick Fraser	Hi Mike Your poem describes a tender tribute to one dear person who had a passion for wild birds. I can certainly relate.My wife and I have always had a love for wildlife.We recently restocked our back yard with suet,seed,breadcrumbs,to help nourish the hardier species that are brave enough to hang around in our arctic weather this year. Your poem alludes to a connection of the feathered friends to the spirit of your mother,as if her soul is alive with the fluttering of feathers.(I do believe that spirits are alive in all living things,and that they perpetuate in a never-ending cycle). You begin the poem with a personification,bringing alive something that one would relate as being stiff and lifeless,particularly in the "dead of winter".(That phrase itself has it's own telltale connotations). "Cracking greeted my footsteps the walnut boards of my deck voicing displeasure with my rude interruption..." You force the reader to see life where one may not normally see life. In much of our environment we become "cabin-struck" in winters' long,harsh,dark,icy grasp, it's gloomy cavern of gray lifelessness pushing many to the solemn pits of depression. Your poem takes a simple tribute and in it's modest description,gives the reader a look at the vibrant soul,very much alive in the colorful display of fluttering feathers. Winter takes on a new vitality with the contrast of the cold,stiff winter ("Stark shrubs both brown and gray...") and the bright affirmation of a stubborn survivor ("The guest of honor arrived after a long flight with his glaring red habit atop the pine surveying the scene, broadcasting his jazz"). Your poem takes a look at nature in a season of harshness that is a constant reminder of mortality.In a personal tribute you remind us that life goes on in a never-ending,vibrant cycle of life.Thank you for sharing.	2004-02-09 10:40:33
untitled	Rachel F. Spinoza	Hi Rachel I remember another time, under the watchful guidance of A Famous Published Poet, I was told never to use personification.So many years,so many changes,have passed since.Knowing what I know now,I would say to A Famous Published Poet,"Bullshit!" Afterall,breathing life into that which may be ignored,unnoticed,or missed completely,is part of what a good poet does so well,if not the entire purpose and being for the existence of poetry. You have shown evidence here.The beauty and simplicity of nature is captured well. I can picture the scene in my mind,the fog slowly descending one early morning... You have achieved your purpose here,and very well I might add. (Phew,it's been a long time."Raven" tells me it's time to heal.I better listen...) Gary	2004-01-17 07:50:29
Cycles (Diamante)	Dan D Lavigne	The simplicity of single words.I like how you have shown in this form that concise language can be very descriptive.We poets try to express all that we see in the depths of our poetic sight,rarely able to put those true depths into words.This poem shows that a single word can sometimes suffice for expression.From the bright potential of a sunny morn to the mysterious and pensive night of full moon,you have painted a portrait of the cycle of a single day.One might read between the lines,and see the never ending cycle of life,in all it's beauty and mystery,captured within the confines of 16 simple words.I shows that you don't always need to use lengthy,flowery description to express the beauty of nature.Very well done.	2003-10-19 08:39:31
Shadow of Greatness	Mark D. Kilburn	Hi Mark This is a valiant tribute to the true heroes of every day,those who selflessly risk life to save others.One good thing that came out of the rubble of 911 was the re-emergence of the firefighters,paramedics,and police as respected role models for the young. Atlast a break from the violent action figures of soldiers and pro-wrestlers on Saturday morning T.V. ads.(Too bad the exemplary hero status of those serving to help others,and not killing and destroying,was so short lived). "We... can only watch in awe these great and valiant giants emerging from the ash and rubble of this, dark and painful hour." Very well stated.The haunting image here,is imprinted on the minds of all who witnessed the noble acts of the firefighters and paramedics on that fateful day " so unselfishly saving their fellow Americans". "Stand united and fast America. Stand alert and protected in the shadow cast by the heroic giants who answer the call day and night, with willingness and determination regardless of the dangers." Words of strength and determination that remind us of the unwavering resolve to help our "brothers and sisters" in need.You captured the essence of the invaluable lessons learned by all who witnessed the heroic acts. "The blue sky, red flames, white ash and black smoke searing unforgettably, into our world’s conscience. Stand together, and our unity will make us indivisible and indelible from sea to shining sea. " You were able to express the connection felt by millions on that tragic day. I believe Woody Guthrie would have understood.Thank you for sharing.	2003-09-23 09:38:52
Poem Title	Poet Name	Critique Given by Gary A Wilmot	Critique Date