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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!


Look Up

2017-02-07
That's the answer! I love this adventure and I am looking to the sky for the next flight. Freedom!


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


La La Land

2017-01-26
This made my heart hurt and my mind remember this sadness.


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.


Tough Love

2017-01-25
This is hard, raw, and real.
And as Ashe wrote, scary!
Very powerful, indeed!


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.


addiction

2017-01-10
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

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.


Six Short Takes (2010)

2016-12-30
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.


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. :)


Goodbye

2016-12-29
Such yearning
So much longing
And yet goodbye

But those lips are quiet


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!


Haiku for human ingenuity

2016-12-28
A twist on haiku and The Big Bang Theory.


Why Night is Late

2016-12-28
This is so lovely. I feel a frost, a Robert one, when reading this. :)


the slums of broken homes

2016-12-28
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

2016-12-28
Perfect Truth!


Your Voice

2016-12-28
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

2016-12-28
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

2016-12-27
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

2016-12-27
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

2016-12-18
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

2016-12-17
This cracks me up Thomas! Maybe you could start giving your age in months. That should mesmerize them for awhile. HA!


Homeward Bound

2016-12-17
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

2016-12-17
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

2016-12-17
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

2016-12-17
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!


Mr. Good Cheer

2016-12-17
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

2016-12-17
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

2016-12-17
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

2016-12-17
This fragment of something is mighty and soft and pure all at the same time. It is truth and sacrifice. Profound and poignant!


1830-1886

2016-12-17
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

2016-12-17
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.


IS IT A BLOG I WRITE?

2016-12-16
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.