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2026-07-08
Albert, you receive my vote for 'truth of the day'. A concise and precise evaluation of the growing cancer in the World today. We are walking towards annihilation as a species because of this.
Blessings, Allen

2026-07-08
You know, it never ceases to amaze me, Kip, that a poem so powerful as this, yours, could be read so many times and not one single reader leaves behind a tangible expression of what your words did for them when they read it. I am aware that you have yourself had that day, that moment, that second, when you moved on to pastures new, more succulent and much greener, but I live on in the anticipation that you are able in some magical way to read these words marking my appreciation of your skill as a fine poet for creating this gem of a poem. Thank you. Blessings to you wherever you are, Allen

2026-07-07
This is a little conundrum of a poem. At first reading I thought this reflected in my little twig of my more extended family tree... but then, on the second reading, because of the use of parthenogenisis in the forward, I wonder that this could not apply to Homo Sapiens - since there are no confirmed instances. Third reading and I was asking if it is in fact not meant to be factual but fantasy. It did, after all, end with the suggestion that it need not be answered. Whatever, it is really well written and grabs the readers thoughts... or rather it grabbed mine. Blessings, Allen
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2026-07-07
A very competent love poem, with some really nice descriptions in respect of love and the seasons. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-07
I actually found myself disturbed in the reading of this poem. I can't put my finger on, why? No doubt something in my subconscious. It is nevertheless a powerful piece of poetry, and I'm sure can be read in many ways. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-06
Very true. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-06
Oh my gosh! It is a very thought provoking poem you have written - in the first person, which leads me to conceive this state of thinking is the result of the poet's sensitivity without protection. We can see and sense these things, the heaviness of our and other's lives, but we must retain our central core of 'self protection'. Close the aura and allow yourself to be refueled. We are each part of this Universe, but are also unique stars, burning bright into the darkness. We cannot continue to burn unless we ourselves are fueled and allow/take the time to be quiet in ourselves and, to use an age old adage, 'love ourselves'. I hope your day ends with you thinking and feeling more positively. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-06
A remarkable poem, this. It echoes a thought of my own where we are the arrow released into flight by the creator's bow. But here we have in this poem the recognition of the poet's place in the 'order of things'. I sense so many truths in this poem's words. Our fletchings can carry so many messages. Quiver not, dear poets, fear only to speak untruths. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-06
My goodness! This is such a pleasing poem to my way of thinking. The painful thing that I have come to believe is that we have the power to make this happen - if only we realised it; if only we would WANT it. It is by no means a novel thought that if all those who do want this concentrated our thinking and actions then it would happen, but for some inexplicable reason we are unable to do that concentration. I think the' system' perpetuates that state, because people are kept in a spiral of constant stress and struggle even to get the basics of life these days... as the few steal and leech freedom and wealth away from the many. Wake up friends, we can do this. We have the power. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-06
Such a deep and profound poetic meditation. It can be concerning to some, that you can have the realisation that your physical being can be dispensed with. Consciousness expands and encompasses and within its self exists the tiny facet that is 'me'. It is not whole without me, and I am not whole if apart. Well, that's what I believe at this moment of time, and your beautiful poem felt at home with my thoughts. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-06
Ah, yes, Nature's bowers. A poem that conjures up the vision of the place, the perfection of habitat and species. Let the Universe grant them the power to multiply (in spite of Mankind).
Blessings, Allen

2026-07-04

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2026-07-02
A really powerful expose of this modern 'improving' world. I live in the country, have for over twenty-five years, and I remember how, on a Summer's day, the lavender plants were literally a bee factory. You wouldn't have been able to count them. Today, we have about 15 Lavender plants as a border to our terrace, and the other day I was unable to count to ten as the number of bees. Plus of course, our cars, in the Summer after a drive, would be plastered with insect carcasses - they even made special cleaning fluid to clean then off... now, one or two impacts to the windscreen over 30Km is about it. God help us if we ever get to the stage of needing to eat insects because we've ruined the land, the climate and goodness knows what else. Your poem expresses this truth very well. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-01
The final few lines of this emotive poem have, for me, validated my personal 'thing' about advertising in the western world - maybe in the wide world over. Diversity exists. It is unfortunate in this often cruel world that it does. Advertising often shows people in advantageous positions - as you say in fancy cars - and beautiful homes et cetera with that even subliminal message, "This Can Be Yours" planted deep. I deplore it myself - as I deplore the extreme inequality which seems to be getting worse in the world. Those emotive words come to mind, "Stop the World! I want to get off!" Blessings, Allen

2026-07-01
Isn't this a brilliant reminder of such events - One hopes everyone has had the opportunity to feel. I certainly remember such occasions, and your poem so simply describes - with such eloquence. It reminded me of a place that is extremely special to me that is now a thousand miles away that I might never see again. Thank you. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-01
Such a beautiful expression of your love for your grandchild. The memories and emotions you have painted have been passed on to your readers in such a gentle and meaningful way. I thank you sincerely for sharing this wonderful poem. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-01
As usual from your pen, Nils, a mantra of the subtle irrefutable truth. Blessings, Allen

2026-07-01
I just love this, Melinda. What an excellent poem with a unique and powerful concept. Peace is such a beautiful thing, sensation, experience, granting those interludes among the World's mad bustle (and worse!) Somehow your poem allowed us to share in those moments. So well written. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-29
Condolences to you. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-29
... and both are eyes in motion. I actually love observational poetry (can't say the same for observational films though which I frequently find boring.) Blessings, Allen

2026-06-29
I reckon there's a great deal of truth in that. I wonder if any one did research on the long term Basic Income trial they did in Europe in respect of crime (Germany if my memory serves me correctly.) Blessings, Allen

2026-06-29
Keep you chin up, dear friend. I empathise with you over glowing in the dark. I also know how tiring all this prodding and poking can be.
By-the-way, as a joke I used that remark to the radiologist once and she replied, "It;s when you glow in the light you need to start worrying!"
Blessings and brotherly love to you and yours, Allen

2026-06-28
I believe you poem wholeheartedly. I had a cat called Mimi who, for example, would walk a mile or so to meet my wife on her walk home after work. Some cats are very attentive. She used to make a growling noise when strangers came near too. Thanks for sharing. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-28
A lovely write. It is a charming poem, such that even though there is no reference to it, you can sense love. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-28
Really well done. It has such gentleness and finess in ths way it portrays elements of the seasons. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-28
I appreciate all the words of this 'resistive' and emotive poem, and feel the sense of injustice that seeps from them. Well written. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-27
Greetings back - from France, Ann. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-27
My only comment would be that I don't think the vestiges of war fade out, but perhaps you are taking this in a different direction. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-27
Let us hope the alarm goes off and starts the clock again. Nice poem, Melinda, even though I can sense you frustration and perhaps a bit of depression in the words. Remember hope? We can but, can't we? Keep up the good work. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-27
A mastery of style... and diplomacy also, it seems. Enjoyable read, with that grab in not knowing what was said. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-27
Yeah, I'm with the tree frogs making it all worth while too.
Tbe trees don't do a bad job either. :o)
Blessings, Allen

2026-06-26
What a novel concept. The whole poem is a metaphor, within which are other metaphors to my eye meant to represent a kind of manifestation of part, or perhaps the whole of a life of experience. I recommend at least two reads of this little gem. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-26
I can envisage reading more of them too. I think, to the poet, a subject can be like a 3D model that may be viewed from any of 360 degree angles: and by using a different filter each time hopefully making each a new experience to the reader. It's done when the subject is a dried up prune having had every ounce of juice extracted? Dare I add: Poetry is NOT a walk in the park! :o) Blessings, Allen

2026-06-24
You have done it again! Such insightfulness and the delicacy of step, branding my morning with both as sense of serendipity (in 'Wonderland') and the delightful play with anthropomorphism in "The Well-Read Possom". Bravo, Jim, you are a genius. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-21
Wisdom shines through these novel words. Not only are you the luggage, but I think you are the wisdom too. :o) Well written. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-21
You poem ended with 'so'. so we have to get on with it, don't we my dear friend. Each day is a new adventure in one way or another, isn't it. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-21
It is melange of new and effective metaphors that will make you read this more than once. Perchance the first time to enjoy the literary architecture, and succeeding times - with your mental paint brush in mind - to illustrate the protagonists journey. Great stuff! Blessings, Allen

2026-06-21
This is at one and the same time both enthralling (from the writing) emotive (from my association with it) and charming (because, in this day and age, it is refreshing to read about a confirmation of a relationship that stands the test of time and Life's changes. The precise it the end is clever. Read it people!Blessings, Allen

2026-06-20
A fine poem written to honour the man who himself honoured you and your family. Thank you so much for sharing this, Melinda, I myself feel honoured to have been given some knowledge of this brave, caring and talented man. Blessings to you and yours, Allen

2026-06-20
A bit harsh, but I see your point. I imagine your more recent poems have softer edges? Blessings, Allen

2026-06-20
A very descriptive vignette. If I knew the places herein described, it would be even more entertaining a read. Nevertheless, it reads well, and the final line is just divine. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-20
Oh yes! Compliment: I had a fancy for that lady. Had she know who she was, it would have been a more striking compliment. Love how this is written.

Crossing Lines: Time for a change, I guess. Well expressed here.

Cupid Deconstructed: You have this skill in portraying moments so well. This is like a double-edged sword: There's the seriousness of the declaration, and then the humour implied on top.

What a fabulous share.
Blessings, Allen

2026-06-20
So lovely to have that relationship, and finely expressed in your poem. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-19
I found this so emotive. It really gets to you as the reader... at least it did to me. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-19
Haiku it is. I'm sure the beggars will receive succor. Yes?
Blessings, Allen

2026-06-19
Great to read it is fixed. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-18
It's a good read, Ann. I know you are Bulgarian, and I know the name Petrova is famed there, but I hadn't heard about his story before. It reminds me of something Adrian Hawthorne wrote.
Blessings, Allen

2026-06-15
It is a powerful poem, no doubt! Your protagonist should know that there is no point in trying to preempt or predict that lady. She's as fickle as they come - as is her train! All any of us know is that we are on the departure platform from the very moment we are born. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-15
That last stanza! So true, and the poem so descriptive of how a child reacts to novelty. Thank you for sharing this. Blessings, Allen

2026-06-15
... or did his body drag him? At any rate his body was a drag.
"Sana in corpore sano" normaly translates as a healthy mind inside a healthy body. He disn't have the latter, did he. Magnificent though, how the human spirit manages to shine through from behind such a physical burden. Bravo on you thought provoking one-liner. Blessings to you and yours, Albert. Allern