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Romance in the Sculpture Garden

Intriguing. And rather odd that I just posted a poem with a little twist in the tail, pardon the pun, and my thoughts were travelling along those lines. Love has no boundaries, though I might baúlk at the raw meat!


I like the thoughts here. Is that what keeps us young? Asking what, when, why? Does anyone take note of when they stop asking questions? Does it happen gradually, or suddenly?


True. And you, my friend, have all the quick wit you need.
I liked this, succinct, meaningful, and... quick-witted!

My Old Clothes

I particularly like the line “I’ll continue to laugh as a child”. I think laughing is the single most important thing which keeps the soul young. It creates a youthful aura which shines through the old clothes.

I enjoyed reading this; it certainly speaks to me and for me!

How To Read This Poem

Loved it! Laughed with it! And I found myself changing my mental voice as each line rolled by!

Nod to Dylan Thomas

A worthy tribute to a poetic hero. One of my favourites of Thomas’ work, you have taken the theme and worked your own magic with great success, a poem truly enjoyed and much appreciated.

A trip down memory lane

Yes, so sad, we might blame the younger generation but even older ones seem to have lost their respect for themselves, each other, and their environment.

They say you should never go back, and that is truer than ever in this world today. A poignant and true write. I don’t think anything was missing....! Loved it.

The Beloved Boy

This brought tears to my eyes. We should never have to part from a child we love.. very heartfelt emotions.

Chiseling into the Sea

Enjoyable twist, at the end of this haiku, with the iceberg chiselling into the sea, rather than the sea eating away the iceberg. Perfectly true to the form, to see it from a new angle. I enjoyed reading this very much.

I just think

To wake up and read this, is to reflect on my own feelings. How many times have I wondered, was that the right thing to do?

To add a thought, whatever we choose is right, because that is the choice we made.

“It's easy to turn a blind eye to everything we've got when the going’s good.
It's easier to blame fate when everything turns to dust.”

How true.

Thank you for this poem today!



True: just as the towns and cities in England are starting to look all the same, so the cities in other lands are, too. So what does it matter where we are? It is all the same. Very bleak, and straight to the point. Quite sad, too.

My dream today

Brought back those bone chilling nights and shivering days...and here we are again! But how great to think of the good times.cheered me up no end! Thanks for sharing! You have got some nice lines there, and some nice rhyme as well.

the end of doubts

Profound. Yes, and true. Fascinating mind, you have.

Bearings and Seals

What a fascinating insight into the mind of a man who has realised that he is the victim of his own blinkered desire.

Despite that, I am left hoping the dogs can do better...

The Buskers

I felt her sadness, when she discovered that she had survived, and he had not, the random cruelty of life and death. But she lives the dream, and in so doing she keeps his memory. A very moving story.

What's in a Name?

I think it would be a bomb
To be called DeFreitas, Tom.
But it just cannot be
I have to be me,
You see where I’m coming from?

I enjoyed reading this SO much I had to add my bit! I like the limerick form you have used. Very witty.

I think of you

Oh, how I did enjoy this, it really spoke to me! Strange how the winter sets us thinking of the past. I like the juxtaposition of drinking tea with pouring out our hopes and sorrows, almost as if the action of the tea pouring has a cathartic effect. Very Japanese thought! And the happiness if your longing could be fulfilled - would make the stars cheer, and the winds sing. Yes, lovely.

Heart's Memory

Intriguing. The detailed familiarity of a place the poet could not have known, yet does. The melancholy feeling in the choice of words such as ‘skeletal’ and ‘ghostly’ make the reader feel the poet’s sadness of soul.

An emotive piece of poetry with as many questions as answers. Very enjoyable.

You Know You've Trained Your Dog Too Well When...

What a terrific subject for a sonnet! I enjoyed this very much.
I feel that we are getting to know your dog very well - better, in fact, than we are getting to know you.....
She sounds like a paragon of virtue but I bet she has one or two naughty habits when no-one is looking!
I had a female dog and she was much like yours, intelligent, obedient and very well-behaved to the point that my next-door neighbour didn't know we had a dog for the first three years after we moved in! My son used to introduce her as 'my little sister'! But her naughty habit was stealing tissues from the bin and shredding them ON MY BED. As punishment for leaving her at home occasionally.
Thanks for another enjoyable read.

Hatred and War

How true, how true. Until the whole world recognises the futility of war, it will continue. I like your writing, my friend, although I need to work a little harder to really appreciate some of your texts. What is life without effort?
Please, if you have the time, look at my piece 'Another day, Another way', inspired by Remembrance Day. - Marie

The Brothers of the Universe

This is very well-written, portraying mankind as mere pieces to be played with as Time and Fate desire. These two are personified as powerful beings who are manipulating us. It is constructed in a convincing manner and has a strong epic feel about it.

To many this appears a truly bleak prospect, removing all free will and choice, in this there is a great similarity to the ancient Greek belief, but in their case the manipulators were the Gods.

At times we may certainly feel powerless to change our fate. and fatalists will argue that when we DO appear to be doing something which seems to change our lives, it is only because the manipulators chose to let us do so! A difficult argument to refute!
It is in stark contrast to the Christian view that God appeals to us to follow his ways in order to get life, and that change is in our power.
Thank you for this quite outstanding work.


How was the read? It was strenuous but worth reading. Now I've exercised my fingers on the keyboard I MUST go and rest............................................................................................................................................................................................................right, now for some more exercise..!
Enjoyable read, and brought a smile to my face.


This is beautiful, I am fascinated by Japan and the strangely contradictory people who are the Japanese. Did you know there is a bank in Japan called the Sakura Bank? Odd, to call a bank after blossoms!
I thought this poem encapsulated the ethos of Japan. Thank you!

Chasing Tail

This is so much fun! Your intriguing title will have many looking for what is not really there - but how you have teased the reader! You have also written with a fast-paced metre which matches perfectly the subject matter, it gallops along beautifully.
I do like a poem with whimsy. I had a dog who also seemed to regard her tail as a foreign body to be eliminated. Your love of her really shines out, too. A lovely poem which brought a gentle smile to my face.

Lynn Anderson's Face

I'm almost humming a tune to go with it.. I lived this poem/lyric as I read it, and I loved the 'pain in her glass'.

A neat rhyme pattern for a story that has a life of its own.

Very much appreciated.

Plastic Poppies

I felt the strength of your feelings, well expressed and very moving.
Personally I am and always have been totally anti-war (see my poem Another day, Another way.)

However I fully concur that those who have given their all in the belief they were serving their country should receive much more recognition than they do.

There was a case here in England recently of a soldier who lost both legs in Afghanistan, who had a mobility allowance to help pay for an adapted car. When he received two artificial legs it was stopped on the basis that he could now walk! That is totally unacceptable. Further, it is an obscenity.
There, your poem was certainly a thought-provoker.


How simple, how true. This world is crazy. People starve whilst others throw away good food because it's the 'wrong shape'. Floods one year, hosepipe bans the next. I liked your poem for its truth and simplicity.

For a Coat Pocket

I would love to find this piece of work in my coat pocket on a dreary day. What a lovely reminder. Even with love we still need wisdom to keep that love alive. A warm and loving poem in blank verse, much enjoyed. I would hope that someone important could read it.....

Stacking Bones

Made me shiver and I've got goose pimples. So much emotion in such simple words. I'm not sure I could stack the bones of my loved ones, although it seems such a natural thing to be doing, as I read this.
Possibly that's why I still grieve so bitterly for my father after 45 years.
This poem has the ability gently to open a wound, perhaps to help it to heal?


I understand and sympathise... I liked the simplicity and starkness of this. And, in building the wall, you DID knock it down.

Caramel Summer

Summer love - what sweet memories, I really enjoyed reading this poem, I felt priveleged to share these secret moments of young love. Beautifully sculpted. I have a similarly-themed porm 'awakening'. I think you have handled the theme so very, very well, and I can taste the caramel...thanks...

A Tennessee Moment

Still smiling! I have a feeling the last line was the inspiration for the poem! Boy and cat - It certainly IS the master line: the image lives in my mind. I like your phraseology and deceptive simplicity. - Marie

The Long Hair History

I find this thread very interesting if not always factual. Example: "maybe the Hebrews got the idea of long hair from the Sikhs"??????

The Sikhs were founded in the 15th century CE but as you will probably recall Samson, the best-known nazirite in the Bible, was a Judge of Israel, thus pre-dating not only Jesus but the kings of Israel as well. One estimate for Samson's birth was 1050BC to 1000BC. Whenever, it is DEFINITELY before Christ.

Thus it is more likely that the Sikhs got the idea from the Hebrews rather than the other way round.

Interestingly re Alexander, most portrayals show him with a comparatively short haircut, and clean-shaven - it is said that he was loath to lose the boyish look and used his sword to shave (ouch) and to trim his hair.


OOH! the sting in the tail. Brilliant. You think it's as sad as it gets until the last line. A very touching piece, life is so much like that, there is rarely true closure in pain.

New Dawn

What a lovely sonnet, so much atmosphere and a fast succession of images you just have to read it over and over again to take them all in...excellent, I keep vowing to try writing a sonnet but then I chicken out! You have really succeeded in conquering this form - Well done. - Marie XX

Not Poetically Astute

It's good that you can laugh at your ideas block! I have found the same thing since my last stroke, ideas are few and far between, I thought that the style really suited the subject matter. I had a giggle at this.

Don Hunts reaction to my poem "Cricket"

Unless, of course, rain stops play, and then it's a draw....I think....


I am amused...mildly...but as a cricket fan I would merely ask - what other game do you know where you can pop to the loo, have a cup of tea and a cake, snooze for an hour or two and still not miss any of the action?
You see, you jolly old Americans have missed the point. You don't go to the cricket to see a match, gentlemanly fun though it might be, - you go to the cricket for a relaxing afternoon and to be lulled to sleep by the occasional thwack of bat on ball.

HA!HA! Actually I loved your poem which really gets to the nitty-gritty of the difference!

she was never a queen

How life has ground you under her terrible heel...that you have to whisper instead of shout, not writing what you want but only what is forced from you. I was very moved by the thoughts here which are expressed with vivid metaphor. The free form you have used adds to the stark reality of your situation.

You Should've Said

I laughed when I read this, not a laugh of humour but of cynicism. Easy to offer, when you know the answer will be 'no'. A sharp observation of one of the less amiable sides of human nature, written in your own inimitable style.

Rwanda's Rue

This is an emotive subject; I am intrigued by the language you have created, e.g. 'you tribed against me', and the sense that this young 'brother/son' has remained, as it were, frozen in time, unable to move on or grow up. It is a phenomenon of such extreme trauma. You have climbed into the skin of this individual so that he is real to the reader.
I like the use of rhyme within a structure which is so free.

A Man And His Son

I applaud the sentiment, it is true that two men, father and son, have led your country - and mine - into the mire of war, what really makes me want to scream is, they NEVER learn that violence does not solve the problem. (See my poem
'Another day, Another way'.)
I like the way you ended with the words :
'A war has begun,
Between this country,
A man, and his son. '

Howl, Parts I & II

Truly a man of his time, recognising what we all did not and would not - the emptiness, the futility and, despite all our protestations to the contrary, the materialism which ruled such wasted lives, the loss of faith ('Eli, Eli, lama sabcthani?' my God, my God, why have you forsaken me) and the total squandering of lives. It's bleak and real. What have we learned since then? Not much. Each new generation finds its own means to throw away their lives.

The Bench

An excellent short story. I would have liked the denouement to be shorter and sharper, like the stories of Guy de Maupassant, but the concept is truly impressive. With very little work this could be the foundation for a collection of short stories, it has all the ingredients. Well done.

Earth To Ashes

Shall I enter the debate or just comment? Both, I think. I appreciated the short lines - especially those with just one word - since it focuses the mind on that one word, provoking thought, it is a device which can work very well, especially if mingled with longer lines. As for the poem itself, I was moved by the metaphor of the planet we live on being a wayward son in its death-throes. There is a sense of melancholy at the waste. Bravo.