Comments received on poems by queer-with-a-pen
hey there, captain
Lauraš» said:
Dear Boaz,
A wonderful piece of writing.
Youāve masterfully captured
unconditional love with your penā¦
(pun intended).
Bravo šš»
Never regret a loveā¦unconditional and/otherwise.
Thank you for sharing your amazing work.
Lauraš»
July 21st, 2021 13:47
Lauraš» said:
Dear Boaz,
A wonderful piece of writing.
Youāve masterfully captured
unconditional love with your penā¦
(pun intended).
Bravo šš»
Never regret a loveā¦unconditional and/otherwise.
Thank you for sharing your amazing work.
Lauraš»
July 21st, 2021 13:47
hey there, captain
rebmasters said:
This is simply beautiful
\'and there must be something holy
in the flour dusted on my black shirt\'
Such wonderful imagery
&
\'and you werenāt mine to love,
much less fall in love with
but, just the same,
thatās not something i can bring
myself to regret\'
Makes me cry a little bit as I\'m feeling something similar.
xx
July 21st, 2021 05:45
rebmasters said:
This is simply beautiful
\'and there must be something holy
in the flour dusted on my black shirt\'
Such wonderful imagery
&
\'and you werenāt mine to love,
much less fall in love with
but, just the same,
thatās not something i can bring
myself to regret\'
Makes me cry a little bit as I\'m feeling something similar.
xx
July 21st, 2021 05:45
sharps
James Michael said:
The intensity of this one is incredibly real. This trauma you describe shakes the soul to the core. Just remember you are not alone. I truly wish for beautiful days ahead of you.
July 17th, 2021 21:46
James Michael said:
The intensity of this one is incredibly real. This trauma you describe shakes the soul to the core. Just remember you are not alone. I truly wish for beautiful days ahead of you.
July 17th, 2021 21:46
my lady of the ocean and the waves
James Michael said:
A gorgeous tale. The siren is an entrancing character. The sea captain is always a bit of a mystery to me. Usually I think of Johnny Deppās Jack Sparrow. A man born to the sea. Yours has more of a romantic side.
July 12th, 2021 21:28
James Michael said:
A gorgeous tale. The siren is an entrancing character. The sea captain is always a bit of a mystery to me. Usually I think of Johnny Deppās Jack Sparrow. A man born to the sea. Yours has more of a romantic side.
July 12th, 2021 21:28
return to me, my love, again and again
James Michael said:
The captain will always belong to the sea. The lament over this will always haunt the bard. The fact the captain has shown the bard his love is exquisite in this story.
You are a gifted story teller. It would be interesting to read something more elaborate. Is there any need for that actually?
July 5th, 2021 20:57
James Michael said:
The captain will always belong to the sea. The lament over this will always haunt the bard. The fact the captain has shown the bard his love is exquisite in this story.
You are a gifted story teller. It would be interesting to read something more elaborate. Is there any need for that actually?
July 5th, 2021 20:57
what of it?
James Michael said:
Needs and wants, the two should be simple, yet become complex. The need for love can be difficult for a hardened captain, and simple for an emotional bard. Wanting is at the core of each individual. To realize the nature of each other is a great gift.
Captivating words assuredly!
July 4th, 2021 19:57
James Michael said:
Needs and wants, the two should be simple, yet become complex. The need for love can be difficult for a hardened captain, and simple for an emotional bard. Wanting is at the core of each individual. To realize the nature of each other is a great gift.
Captivating words assuredly!
July 4th, 2021 19:57
lonely
James Michael said:
I interpret this as children witnessing their parents sleeping in separate beds. One of them is ālonely and coldā. It seems as if my in-laws have this kind of relationship.
Very well done! Hope you see what I saw in this one.
June 30th, 2021 15:21
James Michael said:
I interpret this as children witnessing their parents sleeping in separate beds. One of them is ālonely and coldā. It seems as if my in-laws have this kind of relationship.
Very well done! Hope you see what I saw in this one.
June 30th, 2021 15:21
artist fingers
James Michael said:
How can you be sure? The ugliness that dissuades others might be the beauty the one youāre with seeks.
My wife might actually like my calloused hands! Iāll have to ask her.
June 26th, 2021 17:07
James Michael said:
How can you be sure? The ugliness that dissuades others might be the beauty the one youāre with seeks.
My wife might actually like my calloused hands! Iāll have to ask her.
June 26th, 2021 17:07
hungering
James Michael said:
An extremely odd one. I donāt know if I should feel nauseous or enthralled. The last two stanzas do pull it all together though.
June 26th, 2021 16:56
James Michael said:
An extremely odd one. I donāt know if I should feel nauseous or enthralled. The last two stanzas do pull it all together though.
June 26th, 2021 16:56
dad?
James Michael said:
Heart wrenching to say the least. As a father, I know how difficult it is to relate to my children. My greatest hope is for them to forgive my weaknesses.
A very emotional Fatherās Day it was.
June 21st, 2021 21:33
James Michael said:
Heart wrenching to say the least. As a father, I know how difficult it is to relate to my children. My greatest hope is for them to forgive my weaknesses.
A very emotional Fatherās Day it was.
June 21st, 2021 21:33
a conversation
James Michael said:
Reminds me of The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery. The bard and witch have so much wisdom as the little prince did. A must read if you havenāt done so already.
I love when you tie things together at the end of some of your poems. Well, most of them I think. This olā noggin isnāt what it used to be!
June 17th, 2021 16:07
James Michael said:
Reminds me of The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery. The bard and witch have so much wisdom as the little prince did. A must read if you havenāt done so already.
I love when you tie things together at the end of some of your poems. Well, most of them I think. This olā noggin isnāt what it used to be!
June 17th, 2021 16:07
sometimes it hurts more than others
James Michael said:
Straight from your heart and soul as always. Youāre the only reason I have come back here. The anguish you have put into this one is so real.
Be well my dearest of poets.
June 6th, 2021 21:26
James Michael said:
Straight from your heart and soul as always. Youāre the only reason I have come back here. The anguish you have put into this one is so real.
Be well my dearest of poets.
June 6th, 2021 21:26
sometimes it hurts more than others
dusk arising said:
Very disturbing personal revelations from you today.
My words are to accept your past and write it off. You is what you is - and nobody ios going to make you anything else. But fekkit man just be proud to be who you are. At the very least you are a survivor. Be proud to have come through the crap that life handed you, hold that head up and look the world in the eye. And keep writing good poetry cos it does you the power of good getting it off yer chest.
June 4th, 2021 04:54
dusk arising said:
Very disturbing personal revelations from you today.
My words are to accept your past and write it off. You is what you is - and nobody ios going to make you anything else. But fekkit man just be proud to be who you are. At the very least you are a survivor. Be proud to have come through the crap that life handed you, hold that head up and look the world in the eye. And keep writing good poetry cos it does you the power of good getting it off yer chest.
June 4th, 2021 04:54
sometimes it hurts more than others
Doggerel Dave said:
Angry and powerful piece.
Please try to get it out of your system and move on.
Was this piece part of that journey?
June 4th, 2021 04:42
Doggerel Dave said:
Angry and powerful piece.
Please try to get it out of your system and move on.
Was this piece part of that journey?
June 4th, 2021 04:42
lonely
L. B. Mek said:
distance is immeasurable in the realms of feeling\'s, warmth is the first light to evade if we coil ourselves around the inevitable pains that linger,
distraction is often our only answer: a good poem, a fun read, a quick run, a long walk or just alcohol to save us from having to bang our heads on concrete till we pass out and let it all wash over, at least till the next blink reminds us or eventually, we simply learn: to blink water and shed our pain, let it all just be - and we also, just - remain... it will do, till someone - new introduces us to those smile lines we never realised, we allowed other\'s to steal from us\'
good read, like the imagery you used to ground your metaphors and thanks for inspiring my little scribble
November 26th, 2020 04:44
L. B. Mek said:
distance is immeasurable in the realms of feeling\'s, warmth is the first light to evade if we coil ourselves around the inevitable pains that linger,
distraction is often our only answer: a good poem, a fun read, a quick run, a long walk or just alcohol to save us from having to bang our heads on concrete till we pass out and let it all wash over, at least till the next blink reminds us or eventually, we simply learn: to blink water and shed our pain, let it all just be - and we also, just - remain... it will do, till someone - new introduces us to those smile lines we never realised, we allowed other\'s to steal from us\'
good read, like the imagery you used to ground your metaphors and thanks for inspiring my little scribble
November 26th, 2020 04:44
return to me, my love, again and again
L. B. Mek said:
\'watching from warm, salty waters
the siren laughs, insists itās a widow\'s walk
and the bard doesnāt give her the satisfaction
of an answer, both knowing sheās right\'
\'and the bard waits
leaning against the railing
he made with his own two hands
bandage on palm and face
and he cries again
but this time out of relief\'
another wonderful write, I think I have mentioned this before but your style lends itself to short story or novella length immersive writing, those page-turner\'s without the needy crutch of dramatics
November 12th, 2020 05:25
L. B. Mek said:
\'watching from warm, salty waters
the siren laughs, insists itās a widow\'s walk
and the bard doesnāt give her the satisfaction
of an answer, both knowing sheās right\'
\'and the bard waits
leaning against the railing
he made with his own two hands
bandage on palm and face
and he cries again
but this time out of relief\'
another wonderful write, I think I have mentioned this before but your style lends itself to short story or novella length immersive writing, those page-turner\'s without the needy crutch of dramatics
November 12th, 2020 05:25
return to me, my love, again and again
š¤s.zaynab.kamoonpuriš·š¦š½ said:
Woah sublime and abstract! Fine seafaring terms in this interesting poem. Kudos
Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem, but if it\'s so difficult then just skip commenting.
November 11th, 2020 11:24
š¤s.zaynab.kamoonpuriš·š¦š½ said:
Woah sublime and abstract! Fine seafaring terms in this interesting poem. Kudos
Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem, but if it\'s so difficult then just skip commenting.
November 11th, 2020 11:24
becoming
jarcher54 said:
We should all be so loved as to have a beacon to show us the way home and keep us from dashing on the rocks in the dark. I wonder how many generations will understand these images? Radar and geolocation are replacing light houses and sea captains alike. I just read that almost all lighthouses are run by computers and are no longer manned. Sigh.
November 1st, 2020 01:09
jarcher54 said:
We should all be so loved as to have a beacon to show us the way home and keep us from dashing on the rocks in the dark. I wonder how many generations will understand these images? Radar and geolocation are replacing light houses and sea captains alike. I just read that almost all lighthouses are run by computers and are no longer manned. Sigh.
November 1st, 2020 01:09
becoming
dusk arising said:
That\'s what is called unconditional love or devotion. Many of us have a light within, a beacon which motivates us to carry on trough the storms which batter us. Ever more needed with the pandemic about. Stay safe.
October 31st, 2020 01:33
dusk arising said:
That\'s what is called unconditional love or devotion. Many of us have a light within, a beacon which motivates us to carry on trough the storms which batter us. Ever more needed with the pandemic about. Stay safe.
October 31st, 2020 01:33
my lady of the ocean and the waves
L. B. Mek said:
another sea captain or same one from your other write? lol
good read
\'and this siren
her scent like something akin to home
all cinnamon and clove\'
October 27th, 2020 04:15
L. B. Mek said:
another sea captain or same one from your other write? lol
good read
\'and this siren
her scent like something akin to home
all cinnamon and clove\'
October 27th, 2020 04:15
old crow grog
Lorna said:
The boy has a hard time separating the pain of hurtful parents....... you write so well...........
October 10th, 2020 05:25
Lorna said:
The boy has a hard time separating the pain of hurtful parents....... you write so well...........
October 10th, 2020 05:25
the sea captain and the bard
Lorna said:
Again! You have a whole novel in the Captain and the Bard..........
October 10th, 2020 05:21
Lorna said:
Again! You have a whole novel in the Captain and the Bard..........
October 10th, 2020 05:21
is this not a lament, captain?
Lorna said:
Now that I\'ve found the Captain I can\'t get enough of him.......
October 10th, 2020 05:19
Lorna said:
Now that I\'ve found the Captain I can\'t get enough of him.......
October 10th, 2020 05:19
anchored, in one way or another
Lorna said:
I adored this one....... it flowed like the sea .... love in all its forms ... who cares how it gets here as long as it does....
October 9th, 2020 05:25
Lorna said:
I adored this one....... it flowed like the sea .... love in all its forms ... who cares how it gets here as long as it does....
October 9th, 2020 05:25
anchored, in one way or another
L. B. Mek said:
like the tempo and natural flow, like the writer\'s voice becoming more defined in the latter stanzas,
good write
October 9th, 2020 04:06
L. B. Mek said:
like the tempo and natural flow, like the writer\'s voice becoming more defined in the latter stanzas,
good write
October 9th, 2020 04:06
old crow grog
jarcher54 said:
My dad had four boys so of course he drank. I\'m sorry yours didn\'t stick around. I enjoyed your reminiscences and sharing your feelings. A poem with raw yet controlled emotion is a lovely haunting thing. Thank you.
September 25th, 2020 00:23
jarcher54 said:
My dad had four boys so of course he drank. I\'m sorry yours didn\'t stick around. I enjoyed your reminiscences and sharing your feelings. A poem with raw yet controlled emotion is a lovely haunting thing. Thank you.
September 25th, 2020 00:23
of irish spring soap and absent fathers
L. B. Mek said:
brilliantly raw and reads like a stream of consciousness diary entry, as if the reader is discovering the twists and turns of your musings at the same time as you are,
I really like the voice and the consistent flow of this write, I think you may have a perfect-fit style for first person young adult novels, if you ever think of venturing your artistry in that direction, (relatable and empathetic voice, with distinct perspectives of creative imagery)
as for father\'s: I suggest the psychological take would be your refusal of the jacket and sweater is in correlation to you outgrowing the childhood fantasy of becoming \'a man\' like your father (as in walking in his shoes/clothes and acting like him). Because sooner or later that \'man\' we projected was 30% reality and 70% our excuses for his short comings.
Still though: that 30% is what produced 50% of all the good within us... In one way or another.
September 15th, 2020 02:15
L. B. Mek said:
brilliantly raw and reads like a stream of consciousness diary entry, as if the reader is discovering the twists and turns of your musings at the same time as you are,
I really like the voice and the consistent flow of this write, I think you may have a perfect-fit style for first person young adult novels, if you ever think of venturing your artistry in that direction, (relatable and empathetic voice, with distinct perspectives of creative imagery)
as for father\'s: I suggest the psychological take would be your refusal of the jacket and sweater is in correlation to you outgrowing the childhood fantasy of becoming \'a man\' like your father (as in walking in his shoes/clothes and acting like him). Because sooner or later that \'man\' we projected was 30% reality and 70% our excuses for his short comings.
Still though: that 30% is what produced 50% of all the good within us... In one way or another.
September 15th, 2020 02:15
of irish spring soap and absent fathers
dusk arising said:
Between the lines i read the melancholy of regret. Regret that whilst you want to love your father\'s memory, there are reasons which are all to real in your memory impeding that love.
The way you have expressed this here shows mastery of the poetic art.
Deeply personal but easily relateable for any son with a troubled parental past.
September 15th, 2020 00:58
dusk arising said:
Between the lines i read the melancholy of regret. Regret that whilst you want to love your father\'s memory, there are reasons which are all to real in your memory impeding that love.
The way you have expressed this here shows mastery of the poetic art.
Deeply personal but easily relateable for any son with a troubled parental past.
September 15th, 2020 00:58
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