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The Monster in your Bed

I get this picture of what I've seen before and read about over and over again and again in real life and reflected the last poem you wrote-- the blight of the quiet plague. The metaphor is brilliant as red, and dark and cursing as death. It is as it is. Powerful!


These words written as a love letter are so effective in relaying the total grip addiction has on body, soul, and mind. Having had a personal relationship with two young women who lost their lives to heroin, and loss of self even before their loss of life, I have come to understand the suffering and abuse in such a "love affair." It truly is a one-way street into death. I, too, know of the success of the breaking away and redemption from this addiction as the mother of a son who was deeply so involved and who is now clean and sober. It is ongoing and a battle forever and always waging to win. However, each day it has been won. Your poetry is powerful and courageous. My heart and prayers are with you.

Lives Fall To Earth

This has to be one of the most beautiful expressions, of what is pure love in a time of total despair, that I have ever read. The poetry of this explains and evokes so many emotions.

russia (revisited)

*may appear
Excuse my typo please writing with thumb on my phone. 🙄

russia (revisited)

The bear mat be appear simple but therein lies the power!

Nine Very Short Stories

Holy Sh*t! Please don't take this down! SK doesn't have anything on you. All those people in your head...its must get really loud! Dang! I'm spinning around in this whirlwind of madness and love it. It's that creepy, "Heeeere's Johnny!," American Gothic, sort of magnetic draw that gets me and holds me and makes my skin crawl. I really enjoyed the ride. "Riding On The Storm." I can hear the Doors singing that throughout.

Time (A long time)

I really like and appreciate this. It conjures up so many images and possibilities. What we do,both small and large, effects others in big or little ways--only time can tell.

Six Short Takes (2010)

Thomas, I read these over and over and leave and come back. I need to absorb them. These SHORT TAKES in haiku form are powerful in calling me back. Each one evokes images and feelings. I understand them Poet and yet I know there more to understand. So, I'm drawn back to them. Bookmarked I love haiku.


Blessings! Book Blessings! Beautiful Book Blessings both given and received again and again!


This is good, sweet, and lovely, I saw it all and giggled too. It contagious ya know. :)


Such yearning
So much longing
And yet goodbye

But those lips are quiet

northern light

There is so much tenderness in this beautiful love letter. It's the kind that never gets mailed. It's the heart writing such comparisons as these. Heart makes the poetry. The Catherine Wheel has so many meanings--The lights, fireworks really, pain, virtue...

Truly moving.

Ch. 8: Annus Mirabilis

Whenever one of these "continuation poems" comes up, I am eager to read it. I know, knowing me, I get to read all of them again to catch me up. And I do so with enjoyment anew. There's a new character name here, Rebecca. And a daughter/niece? Hmmmm. What about that line where it stated nothing was accomplished? And the wholesome reference? I'm wondering about all this. What's coming and what's going? I'm waiting!

Haiku for human ingenuity

A twist on haiku and The Big Bang Theory.

Why Night is Late

This is so lovely. I feel a frost, a Robert one, when reading this. :)

the slums of broken homes

Each time I read this, it was as though a slide show was flashing across my mind. Your words created powerful images. Which evoked so many thoughts, memories, and ideas. I really like this Thomas. Thanks for sharing here.

P O S H * A R E A

Perfect Truth!

Your Voice

Such a beautiful, romantic letter of love. Poetry is meant for this if nothing else. I was just imagining the delight of such a feeling and remembering a time of receiving this type of adoration. This is beautiful and charming.

This Grey Evening

There is a soft sensuality so serene and sated. The beauty of it all is painted through word pictures like misty veils. Very artfully done.

A Christmas Prayer

Sameen, reading this I am left without words sufficient to describe my feelings. My thoughts are to move reverently as not to cause any havoc or change. In my mind, I see white with a the stain of red. Like the purity of fresh snow and the petal of the Rose. Through all the din, chaos, and filth, there somehow is quiet in the sadness.
One of your best. A favorite of mine.

judy nails

I get it. I know that feeling. It's like an appetite left unfed. For me, it's a gnawing in my gut and a pain in my heart. A physical and emotional experience sparked by anything really. A picture?A song? A smell? Poetry! I am once again truly affected by your writings. I am glad I visited here today.

Mother stands for comfort

The pure, honest, truth of unconditional love is hope. The sweet simplicity of this poem teaches a profound and poignant message.

Some things so complex are best explained in parables. This has been done for thousands of years. :)
You've done it very well.

29 and a half

This cracks me up Thomas! Maybe you could start giving your age in months. That should mesmerize them for awhile. HA!

Homeward Bound

Forrest Gump said that sometimes there aren't enough rocks. I say sometimes there are not enough words. There aren't enough words to adequately express my thoughts and feelings on this poem. The great visuals stimulate my emotions to overflowing. And the moral I gleaned from it can be stated in this quote from Harper Lee in her novel, TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD.

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”

Dog and Rose

I LOVE the first line! I could live with that all day long and then dream about it.
In fact, the Dog and Rose show is great stuff!
I just shake my head in awe at the talent that is found on this site.

Well done!

Mynah Birds

I count myself lucky to be a member of this site. There are so many wonderful, talented poets/writers here sharing their art. It's like walking through a museum without ever having to leave my home. The finest artist may be unknown to the multitude, but gathered here on this PoetBay, reading and writing their thoughts and dreams, are our own amazing poets! This is another wonderful addition to our Museum of Poetry.

OVER-WRITING ... oneself

You're not only a humble poet but a most humble husband. What a lucky gal. :D
It's always an adventure opening your posts, reading the title, then sliding down the page to find the gift.
An enjoyable and "smileAble" delight!

Versailles, Indiana

I agree with Thomas. I live in Indiana not far from Versailles. I live closer to Louisville, KY which offers "big city" opportunities.
We will wait and see. At least we can do that much.

Mr. Good Cheer

I love the title. The body is genius in its sarcasm and wit. I suppose there is nothing worse than a morose maunderer. At least when you are bored. :)

Slam Poetry

Wow, this was very powerful and you described it so I could see it, feel it, hear it. I could almost taste and smell the air. I think I would not like being a Slam Poet or engaging one. But reading about it was very intense. Well done!

This Ruddy Dawn

This is so beautifully written with such romantic language and soft images. I love the "feel" of it. It's like satin sheets against smooth skin. Lovely.

the lotus

This fragment of something is mighty and soft and pure all at the same time. It is truth and sacrifice. Profound and poignant!


I read and re-read and looked at the form and felt the rhythm. And then I pondered. I believe I know her and love her for her poetry. Miss Emily. :) Beautifully done.

Old Woman

Time, place, circumstance may make us different but in truth we are all the same in the wholeness of life. Your poetry so profoundly speaks of this through comparisons of choices and nature, and our the nature of our choices.
I "hear" such a tender voice in your words.


And there you are, finally, this world caught up to you! A word for what you've been doing very well. Wisdom does not come with diplomas! It comes with living and learning from doing. At least that's the way I see it.


This has me doing all kinds of thinking and all kinds of movements with my face muscles. If I could, I would stand on my head and contort while I consort with myself.

bringing it home

How is it that I find myself inside these people and their lives? I become them though I watch them as I am inside myself and outside myself. It is a wonderful and strange experience that you create and I feast upon whenever I am offered this bounty. Somehow, I find an acceptance in the familiar of how even in fiction there is truth. At least for me, and I expect for so many others if honesty were the cost of reading. I enjoy them OTP. Thank you for sharing them here. I will miss them. kathy


Your images bore themselves inside me and I feel them so intensely. Repercussions clang and bang and sometimes are very silent as they destroy all in their path. Painfully and powerfully affective, Ashe.

Never Walk Alone

Your poem moves me and it tells a truth.
I know that song and now it is now playing inside my head.
Thanks for posting.

Goodbye you guys.

Bradley, take care of yourself. Remember the best of who you are. You are loved and cared for even by those of us who appear only as names and images or words across time and space. There will always be the sweetness of your fruit, the essence, of whom you are made to be. I know that you know where your inner strength comes from. It is stronger than any addiction. The war is all already won. The battle has just not caught up with the victory! God bless you and keep you. You are in my prayers as if you were my grandson. I have great hope and faith in your success. Much love and admiration, Kathy

Navel stargazing

Ha! Dazzling of course!

Mad Mechanical Man

Dang! What a mind you have! Congratulations on the home page honor. You deserve it. I love the art as well.

Red List

I love when you come by for a visit. Your clever ways are now rewarded on the front page! Congratulations!! What a delight! I am smiling, chuckling really, and that is always a great thing.
Big Hugs!! :D

The Coldness of Memory

Wow, this creates so many images of the seen an unseen, the sane and insane, and the real and the hoped for. In my current state of mind and the current state of being (dreary, cold December), this both whispers and sounds like a gong to me. In other words, I feel this deeply.


i enjoyed reading this. It was like a funnel. Full at the top and streamlined at the bottom. It was sort of like the digestive system in the best, most productive, way. I fully agree with all you wrote. It's been my experience too.

If rhyming was a crime

I enjoyed this idea and the rhymes! :D


This is most beautiful because it is full of the truest feelings translated into poetry and breathed onto and into the heart of the reader. Applause!!


And that could be why the world is burning.


This is so adorable.

I am so thankful you posted this to share
and I came along to find here.
As I read and read it in my chair
thinking of Mo and her buttery golden hair.

What a beautiful, carefree picture you gave me for this evening. Thank you again. :)

Ch. 7: Dewey Gets Shot

this is so interesting, this scene and more.
could this be the "arc" of the covenant? hmmm
I am intrigued.