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70 years old from USA


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YOUR CHOICE

2024-03-15
I don't think it is an either/or question, nor do I think it's a choice. We are connected, the mere fact of this poem by electrons instead of pen and paper is a link.

Seeking unconditional love, drifting through consciousness—absolutely!


THE POWER OF WORDS (Enportant Addians)

2024-03-15
Don't kid yourself. The power of words is solely dependent on who is saying the words.

Martin Luther King's, "I have a dream" has turned to dust. Meanwhile, "Seig Heil!" is roaring loud and clear, alive and well, throughout the world.

The poet is, at best, a voice in the wind.


Embarassment

2024-03-15
I was completely drawn into this, dynamite writing, and so much wisdom and pathos.

"i see so much, so much, so much"

That line is reverberating in my thoughts.

Just wonderful,
jim


Let go

2024-03-03
Today must be a day of liberation and revelation, of discovery and letting go, for both you and R.W.S.

Maybe it's the spring, or almost spring, weather. Or, being where you were when you wrote this.


T h r i v e

2024-03-03
This makes me smile, though I am still waiting for my moment of self-love, or even appreciation. I say, good for you!


In the Deep

2024-03-03
"Awareness" is a very mixed blessing.

When my poet friend wants a shorthand version of a compliment, she says, "ace." This is ace, R.W.S.


Twilight

2024-02-24
A sensual read, both poems. Senses heightened, consciousness piqued and aware. Winding down time of day, but coffee! This day is not done.

Full moon tonight.


Doremon

2024-02-23
A life of senses, sensations, awareness. A sensuous life.


High Expectations

2024-02-22
"High Expectations" seems less severe than "Demands," your earlier title I believe.

Either way, this is such a clear list of wants, ending with what is most important—and done with crystal clear writing. No ambiguity!


Conversations no 3

2024-01-21
This is delightful, and I can feel "crundle" working its way into my vocabulary, just waiting for an opportunity to pounce.


Something Lost

2024-01-20
The fourth line brought vivid images to mind, an entire scenario unfolded.


I WANTED YOU!

2024-01-16
Young love sucks? Would have rather gone without?

A wonderful tribute to pain.


For a Certain Poet

2024-01-16
The stanza and rhyme form is such that I was surprised that it followed a poet BORN in 1923. That such a poet could live contemporaneously with "Leave it to Beaver," is high contrast.

You have done a wonderful job of writing within the confines of the form. Why am I not surprised!?


Emotions

2024-01-14
This triggers memories, relationships, threads, there's no end to it.

Some good memories came to mind, forgotten. The bad ones are easy to remember. The good ones get lost, sometimes.

Thank you.


...God is a deserter

2024-01-14
You know the phrase: "God is on my side."


undoing

2024-01-14
I agree, living the horror.


the joker takes the crown, a heartache in three.

2024-01-14
"i am purely desire"

"i the fool,
and i wear it well"

What a great lines, and your metaphor of joker and queen makes this a unique poem of love.

It's tough being human, all these feelings . . .


PICNIC WITH THE CHEESELETS

2024-01-12
A tour de force,

and to all a "goodnight!"


GRATEFUL AND MYSTIFIED

2024-01-10
I reach back, can see, no feel, my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, saying a prayer with me, but what prayer?

Thank you for this. I long for lost memories.


branches of a tree

2024-01-10
An interesting experiment ~~~


Looking forward thinking back

2024-01-10
Such a lovely tribute to life, beautiful.


Kerouac Meets Rumi

2024-01-10
Crystalline.


Simple Litany

2024-01-09
There are wonderful phrases and lines here, this is vivid:

"Let me pocket the moon,
lost dime shining in a gutterpuddle."

I've never been to the Boston area, but after years of reading your poems the images you've created have created an imaginary Boston area for me, complete with characters and settings and details.


HOW TO FLY A KITE

2024-01-09
So sweet and so innocent and so charming, I am taken back by this, taken back to memories somewhat forgotten with time, now awakened.

This poem is a time-machine. Can there be such innocence today, I wonder.


Our Beloved Abbey

2024-01-09
I'm so sorry. I will always remember the image of Abbey perched atop your head.

Sweet sorrow, my thoughts are with you,
jim


The nectar of truth

2024-01-08
Thank you for sharing peaceful thoughts, Nils.


An Experiment

2024-01-08
This brings to mind Dobos Tort, many layers of richness and surprise.


The unintentional killing of a poem

2023-12-26
Maybe part of writing is losing something precious and irretrievable.

"The art of losing isn't hard to master."
(Elizabeth Bishop)


Merry Christmas everyone

2023-12-21
Merry Christmas, Alan, and I hope, we all hope, for a healthy new year for you and Carol ~~~

jim


Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2024 by Ann Wood

2023-12-21
Merry Christmas, Ann, and best wishes for the new year. Peace? One can hope.


ANOTHER GLORIOUS NIGHT

2023-12-13
It is a glorious night, and if the sky is clear tomorrow night you may see the Geminids meteor shower outside your window.


The Streets

2023-12-11
Thank you "Volunteer," this is ace. Much appreciated.


Bad awakening

2023-12-11
Bravo for your ultimately sunny outlook.

I felt every twinge, gip, and *sing* as I sit here in the pre-dawn trying to get my body to behave, and the ringing to be a little more harmonious.

Good morning, another day, another opportunity (for what?),
jim


Hospice

2023-12-08
This is beautiful.

I wish for you a peaceful transition as you begin your new adventure.

Godspeed, my friend ~~~


Cheap Imitations to Court Inspiration

2023-11-25
My first assignment in my first poetry class was to write a poem in imitation of Pier Plowman, so what you've done makes sense, and a lot of fun.

Lynn's rarely uses similes, her entry would look more like this:

i have been looking into myself
recently
to find answers

i am curious
clueless
pointless is my pastime.

~

bravo, Sameen.


For my Carol's 70 years young birthday

2023-10-26
I agree with Marie, it only gets better, the passion, willingness, and generosity deeper.

Happy birthday to Carol and best wishes. I will be hitting the same milestone in two weeks.

jim


Days of Childhood

2023-09-18
I love this glimpse of an English (?) childhood. Naturally, it brought images and memories of my American childhood, very different images and memories to be sure, but precious nonetheless.

Thank you!

jim

P.S. It's so bloody refreshing to read rhymed stanzas.


Faith of Our Fathers

2023-09-12
The apple fell far from the tree.


SOON

2023-09-05
Trees and rain and open sky—awaiting!

A lovely poem, Marie.
Wishing you the very best.


Memories

2023-08-26
A word-treat, a wealth of choice lines and images.


My Favourite Day

2023-08-25
What is the value of a day? Is the day spent with family, or alone, or in a crowd . . . achieving measurable success, facing defeat, doing nothing but (as you said a few days ago in your reply to my comment) eating a bacon sandwich, the best-spent day?

As each day drags, then flies, by, I wonder about this more and more, reaching no definitive conclusion, except—a cold day in the sun, or a hot day in the shade, doing literally nothing but admiring the blue sky, or the clouds, ranks high on my list.

As does a bacon sandwich.


Being different

2023-08-25
No one is better at turning words into poetry than you, Alan.


Flash, and the Plumes Crack

2023-08-23
This is dope.


In Memoria Canis

2023-08-22
When humanity extents beyond humans, it is truly as it should be, a revelation of our best nature.

I am sorry for you loss, and so appreciate your words.


My First Lesson in Anti-Semitism

2023-08-22
That is a very young age, indeed, for a first encounter. I managed to get by pretty well until I was nine.

Rude awakenings!


HOW GREEN IS MY VALLEY?

2023-08-05
The question you ask in the final stanza brings visions of California, once considered a paradise, now over-crowded and expensive.

Longing to see rain fall on the gray mountains and straggly trees seems truer to the poet's nature.


The Mountain

2023-07-15
I feel that way about cities, they escape me, I don't understand what I'm seeing.

I know mountains. I know forest.


life

2023-07-11
How can we not have such thoughts? You expressed them simply, with honesty and elegance. Thank you for sharing,

jim


PUCCINI

2023-07-09
Thank you for this, probably all too common, story of ego & suppression.


English 101

2023-07-09
Sheer delight.