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Does anybody here feel my pain?

2017-04-05
Oh yes, what you write, I feel it.


Sometimes Finds Me Feeling

2017-04-03
these are profoundly marvelous!


GREAT UNCLE DAVID WILLIAMS!

2017-04-03
I do enjoy your story poems Ken. Your Great Uncle David was a wise man; wasn't he? I am so glad he used his brain instead of his brawn! He probably saved many lives that night, including his own.


Beauty sings in ordinary things

2017-04-03
aaaah...just lovely. purely lovely...


At ease with self

2017-04-03
I don't know what all the details of sailing mean, but it all sounds wonderful. The flow, the thoughts, the life of the poem bring me to a beautiful peace.


People

2017-04-03
Amen, Brother!


The Cats and Me

2017-04-03
This is so special. I love it! Is there an empty rock for me?


Idolatry

2017-04-03
Hmmm...Very tricky. I suppose the lesson is this: The idols we create are as shallow and selfish as we their creators are. After all, do we not create in our own image?

I also enjoy the message in the truth of the sun's true light as opposed to the reflected, shadowy light of the moon and how it can "reshape" what we see.

That moon is a romantic guy though. :)


everything is small

2017-04-03
This is most settling, so soft and quiet. The chaos, the monster, the fear--in other words--is put away and what is real and what matters in real life becomes clear. What you have written is exactly what I have been doing, only without a SO. No Mark or Marketa. OTP your voice is like music to me, playing softly, soothing my spirit and singing my song. Thank you.


Thought Poem

2017-04-03
This is very true and very clever. I like this challenge.

I do appreciate my 10 year old car. It has been good to me with very little repairs needed, except for gas and tires and brakes during this time period.

Thought Poem, hmmm. I'm thinking...


Window Watching

2017-04-03
Hello Helen. It is so good to read you again here on Poetbay. I have your book you sent me way back in '08, "Bits of Life." It has been my please for all these years to have this treasure in my home. Much appreciation and regards for you my friend.

Lovely, purrfectly lovely. :) Kathy


WHEN THE POETRY!

2017-03-30
this is a very beautiful truth.


Maybe I'm the One Who Should Learn

2017-03-30
Sounds like that place for two has been a tradition while the protagonist has been gone. Ms. Mae has been up to no good with that wine and who knows what else.(Who Knows What Else is probably hiding in the pantry along with the extra bottles.) I enjoyed this. :D


Lonely, Tired, Happy and Worried

2017-03-29
I LoVe iT !!


Carabao and Heron

2017-03-29
HaHa! I had to look up pictures of a carabao because I didn't know what it was. I actually found many images of them with herons. They must be close pals. :)
I not only enjoyed your poetry, got a chuckle, I learned the name for water buffalo in your part of the world. Poetbay is awesome!


The Old Man by Ann Wood

2017-03-29
It takes a very special person to work with the elderly who are sick and suffering with dementia. Thank you for being such a caring person. It is good that you can write about your experiences. Your poem is so very touching written with a sincere and caring heart.


Beautiful day by Ann Wood

2017-03-29
You paint such a sweet and serene picture of happiness and love. This was so very pleasant to read. :)


Dark rainy night by Ann Wood

2017-03-28
A sweetly sad and soft expression of loss and hope.


City Starling

2017-03-28
Dave, this is very moving. This almost brought me to tears. In contemplation, I see not only the adaption forced on the starling but what have we, the creators of all the chaos of our times, have changed about ourselves because how we are now forced or choosing to live. The sores of the bird, the greyness of the feathers, I see as metaphors of our own illnesses of mind and body. Those poor offspring so frail forced to live life as something less is so vivid in my mind as the representation of what we are leaving our own children.
Your ability to write such power metaphorical poetry is a gift and so is your "incidental art." It is good to have them matched together. :)


money

2017-03-28
For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. -1 Timothy 6:10

I guess that pretty much narrows it all down right there and says what you are saying in your very clever poem.

I guess it is not money but the love of it that causes all the nastiness that seems to follow those who seek only it. So if we love it, we surely will have a problem.

I do like it; it helps me help myself, my family,-- and others, occasionally.


f a u t e - d e - M I E U X

2017-03-28
There's a lot of confusion in all of this confusion.


F R A U D ..?

2017-03-28
These are really great. Repressed memories? That's a subject I could talk about.


t h e - I N V I S I B L E - a l p h a b e t

2017-03-28
This says a lot! Powerful!


Roots

2017-03-28
This is beautiful Christian. My roots are very important to me. I found my ancestry to be increasingly more interesting and important to me the older I get.


Looking at Your Photograph

2017-03-28
Very beautiful descriptive writing. I enjoyed this very much.


spring poem

2017-03-28
I missed reading you, your voice, OTP. You make me think and smile and contemplate. I see. I feel. Oops, my heart fluttered.:)


Sometimes

2017-03-28
Ashe, I love this! After being away for so long, this is the first poem I have read. This is deeply moving. The visual and the emotional are perfectly matched. I believe this is one of the very best poem I have ever read on here in almost 11 years. Brava!


Looky kooky

2017-02-11
This is worthy reading! I love it and needed it. Thank You!!


Under-water

2017-02-07
Very, very affective. The imagery is all encompassing while
the message is so close, quiet, and private. My heart hurts. A very beautiful poem, Ashe. So pure and real.


Cry As They Waltz Me Away

2017-02-07
You sure can paint a scene and evoke the feel of the emotions. I could hear the music in my mind and tenor singing the ballad.


Why?

2017-02-07
Reality and fantasy are both friend and foe for us, I suppose. Coming to full circle in my life, I'm all for the fantasy winning again. However, as your poem so cleverly and astutely reveals, reality does clears things up a bit. :) I so admire your style!


After All Has Been Broken

2017-02-06
Very touching and so tender while powerful in it's ability to evoke such feelings, memories, empathy, and the physical welling up of tears for me. I so understand this, Ashe. x


Not hungry

2017-01-25
This is very powerful and extremely profound! You've spoke loudly and the world can hear you. I heard your whispers when they were that first thought many years ago. I can only imagine that thought was whispered into your ear...


Bodies

2017-01-25
I get a feeling of betrayal between trusted allies. Hmmm... the body and spirit, perhaps. I like the "voice" of the poem. It is piercing yet sad and lonely. It has power yet it is somehow left powerless. There is a battle of heart and mind, of emotions and wills. I enjoyed the thoughts and ideas this poem evoked. Thanks for sharing.


In Retrospect...

2017-01-25
As the mechanics of writing go, this is well done. The emotion, the poetry of the piece, is beautifully expressed. Each of us either as adults, children, parents, and I as a teacher in a classroom of students of children and as a parent, at the time of this horrible event, will carry our lessons and memories with us forever. Politics is a nasty business. It makes enemies and creates lies and incites wars. Young men and women die because of it. Innocent deaths are the result of political games, be they large or small, foreign or domestic.


Mirror Eyes

2017-01-25
Poet, I keep reading this. I am apart of it now. That well keeps me coming back for more.


Wild Making

2017-01-25
All the visuals are spinning in my head. I feel it and move with it. Wonderful!


The mind I love

2017-01-25
This is beautiful and I enjoyed each line. My senses were delighted and thrilled.


= = = S A N S . C O N F I N S

2017-01-25
If not that thus be so, then lost all wealth of thought!


Masquerade

2017-01-25
I love this poem. I feel like I'm riding a carousel with all it's sounds and lights, visuals, time, space all mixed together with deep emotions.


Stuck in a Groove

2017-01-25
This is some cool advice laid down like soft jazz. I like the sound and feel of it. I dig it.


Lives Fall To Earth

2017-01-07
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)

2016-12-31
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Excuse my typo please writing with thumb on my phone. 🙄


russia (revisited)

2016-12-31
The bear mat be appear simple but therein lies the power!


Nine Very Short Stories

2016-12-31
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)

2016-12-30
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.


I'M GIVER OF BOOKS - TERRY PRATTCHET's OF COURSE!

2016-12-30
Blessings! Book Blessings! Beautiful Book Blessings both given and received again and again!


LITTALE GIRL WHO GRANDPARENTS SUFFERS HER NIGHTS GIGGLES!

2016-12-30
This is good, sweet, and lovely, I saw it all and giggled too. It contagious ya know. :)


northern light

2016-12-29
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

2016-12-29
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!