Griffonner

2024-11-18
And this hasn't changed in the following 200 years has it? "As it was in the beginning is now, for ever" comes to mind. Pragmatism makes me think that maybe the human psyche is nothing more than a counterweight to balance with some utopian race on a distant world where perfection rules.
Blessings, Allen

2024-11-18
You are so fortunate to have such a lovely relationship. Blessings, Allen

2024-11-15
His thinking is not wrong either.
Blessings, Allen

2024-11-12
Howe very true, and wise. Quite a few will go because of ignorance about medicine and disease precautions too. Blessings, Allen PS: I forgot gun accidents, obesity, inbreeding... Oh! Have I gone too far!

2024-11-12
Maybe it shouldn't but it gave me a smile. Permanence is pretty difficult to achieve at the best of times, and with love, well.......
Blessings, Allen

2024-11-09
I love the title! I love the poem. A little complex but I like reading between the lines. On a personal note, I can already abhor. 'Tis true that actions speak louder than words, but as his words can't be believed I believe (!) the actions will surely follow the same dark path. Blessings, Allen

2024-11-09
I guess there is solace to be found in many comparative situations.
As a matter of fact it IS raining over here. Blessings, Allen

2024-11-08
The simple answer, perhaps from a simple mind, is 'what will be, will be'. There has to be a reason why many of us innocent bystanders happen to be alive experiencing this madness, doesn't there? Blessings, from you know who.

2024-11-06
Thank you for expressing your thoughts. Let us hope that you will be allowed to continue. I send blessings and positive thoughts for you and yours. Blessings, Allen

2024-11-04
The whole of this piece rings true to me. The last two lines are really prophetic. The World is a sad place these days, and One cannot help feeling it is because of the leaders. Look at them! Look at the state of the place! Blessings, Allen

2024-11-04
I'm glad someone thought of the festival of lights. In our side of the globe it is often pushed into the shadows (excuse the pun). Blessings, Allen

2024-11-04
I find my reaction to this quite complex: Like all good poetry it is prompted by emotive forces - in this case sad ones - yet it is a pleasing read and obviously well penned. Having said that, I tripped on a couple of the lines. Blessings, Allen

2024-11-02
Very valid point made in the last stanza. As an outsider (EU) if there is any moral high ground it certainly isn't orange.
Blessings, Allen

2024-11-02
Nice poem.
But as much as you try, forever young is a mirage on the physical journey. :(
Blessings, Allen

2024-11-01
You couldn't hope for better, could you.
Blessing, Allen

2024-10-31
As usual, your pen writes of the most interesting thoughts. Cleverly crafted to ' for the time' - being or not! Blessings, Allen

2024-10-31
A really charming poem that demonstrates that love knows no boundaries. I'm sure he will be reciprocating in whatever ways he is able. Blessings, Allen

2024-10-31
I really like this, Dougie. I think the revised version shows how much detailed thought has been put into the construct of this poem. I especially liked "Emerging ephemeral into cold air/As negatives no longer printed in lives". It is a big 'thing' in France. Blessings, Allen

2024-10-29
Trying to imagine the mindset is a fruitless task. It is too incredulous. There are so many of us who didn't want; didn't advise, this course of action, that my incredulous mind wonder what hold the child has over its parents? Blessings, Allen

2024-10-29
Bravo! Precisely!
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-20
May the force be with you. Blessings, Allen

2024-10-19
Yes, I think you are correct, Ken: We are in danger of being manipulated in even greater amounts than before social media and the likes. Now we have AI capable of absolute falsehoods, God help us!
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-17
Emotions are the driving force of the poet's pen. I am so sorry that this brave and revealing poem was powered by such a sad climatic event. Blessings, Allen

2024-10-17
Keeping you powder dry, you could say. :)
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-17
"...don't write". Eh, what? Or are you self denigrating? Keep up the 'poetising'.
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-15
Interesting poem. I especially like 'Willowy wisps in pirouettes'. A brilliant line. Blessings, Allen

2024-10-15
We search endlessly for an answer to the conundrum, and send fortunes into space in exploration. We become diminished in size and importance when viewing the enormity of the Universe. Some are prepared to accept they will simply cease to be, whilst others cling to that one possibility, seemingly absurd, that they would be totally lost without. In the circumstances, that hope survives in this bastard place we call Earth is a miracle that some would see as equally absurd, yet is a soothing balm for the inflicted. (Sorry for the wordiness about your thought provoking poem, Lawrence!)
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-15
A really fine poem, Alan. Bravo!
Blessings to you and yours, Allen

2024-10-15
Seeing the true magnitude of a problem is half the battle, I always think. In these well crafted words the reader can tell that you also recognise the cause of the problem 'they' have created.
Bless you for your fortitude.
Allen

2024-10-15
A chink of laughter in this gloomy world. :)
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-15
A very interesting poem. I know the situation; I know its tail will regrow. However the freshness of the rhythm and the 'cunning' rhymes are really good.
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-14
Yes. What we become is the result of what has gone before.
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-14
Hankering for love. It is a bitter sweet state of being, isn't it. The desire is for the person, not the location, nor even the time. Blessings, Allen

2024-10-14
If I may follow a fellow commentator....
"Say it loud and there's music playing…"
By now you will know if she turned up, and if she did maybe you adoration has grown another iota or two?
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-14
Very disconcerting to read, I must say. I'm hoping your protagonist is not you. Turn the mind. Find passion. Know you are loved.
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-14
Yes, Sona, a mermaid is a great metaphor. So apt to the content of your poem, and, having read, I can say that I must be a mermaid too!
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-14
That must have taken a great deal of time and effort, Dougie. Not only is the result good to read but even attractive to look at! That takes some doing. Bravo!
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-08
In France, they teach the schoolkids to remember what happened in WWII but at the same time NOT to hate because of it.

To me, in the wider world, it seems as though the sorrow for the WWII inflicted has become so great, so top-heavy, so imbalanced, as to allow them complete freedom to do as they will. Not only is that stupid - because they are human beings as imperfect as the rest of us - but can only lead to the intolerable pain and suffering of the innocents that we are seeing daily on our TV screens. How that can be justified by the perpetrators makes a mockery of their races' experiences in WWII in my opinion.
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-08
writing in rhymes isn't something I find particularly easy... Join the club!! Personally I find it is rarely easy, but then at other times it just flows like water. This reads like the latter instance. Well done.
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-08
An excellent observational poem, Lawrence. So much of what you have written could apply to other regimes around the globe, and that, quite frankly, saddens me. What has happened to us as a species, that so many of us seem to have lost discrimination at this time?
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-01
Yes, mate, it is in'it. :)
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-01
It was a wonderful age wasn't it? Well, most of the time. The precision of "its starlit ribbon of possibility" is a masterpiece.
Blessings, Allen

2024-10-01
"Leave 'em wanting more" comes to mind here. A tried and tested writer's hook. Charming poem that reads as if written 'in days of yore'. Blessings, Allen

2024-09-29
I feel the angst you describe, IBM. I would advise readers to read between the lines of this, and see that a facet of this could apply to loads of we poets who give of ourselves and know not where our words land. Nor know how they land: Softly, or with a loud crash? For me your poem tweaked a string, a chord if you will. :) Blessings, Allen

2024-09-29
A poetic question excellently posed! Unfortunately Demarcus doesn't have any compassion anywhere in his body, nor any sense of fair play. He is so addicted to self pleasuring his wallet only a long term in prison might make him see things from a different viewpoint. Blessings, Allen

2024-09-26
How true! And when the last man has departed this planet and nature takes back complete control, the first thing that will be noticed is that the whole planet is free to roam (by what and by whom I haven't a clue but they say even after an atomic war the cockroaches will survive!) Blessings, Allen

2024-09-25
And you are spreading so much positivity in the World. It is wonderful to read. There is an English saying, 'more power to your elbow' it applies here really well - even if your elbows aren't involved. :)
Blessings, Allen

2024-09-25
Yet still you are the wonderfully unique individual who fulfills your part in the 'whole' - as do we all. Our skills and pathways are all different: It is perhaps better not to generalise and put ourselves or others into boxes, but just accept our individuality. I believe that our very continuance demonstrates our importance to the 'whole'. Blessings, Allen

2024-09-23
Fabulous! And that it makes you feel so positive will have profound effects on your overall health, won't it. Brilliant.
Blessings, Allen

2024-09-22
To me, I think it must be a 'special' type of person why can commence armed aggression after having the natural (?) forethought that innocent people, children, will suffer as a consequence. And suffer they will, uncontrollably, indefinitely, and erroneously. What is the point of that? Where is the justification? Where do you draw the line? Where can there be any real justification?
Thank you for a wonderfully thought provoking poem. Blessings, Allen