Comments received on poems by aDarkerMind

From Mountain To The Cage;
Teddy.15 said:

And I can only bow, wow as ever the last lines just bring this to a perfect standing ovation from me, love the title too. Thank you. 💖

October 16th, 2021 05:49

Say Now
Teddy.15 said:

Another Magnificent poetic painting from you dear Melvin, I believe you failed no one it\'s just the way things are meant to be. I truly want to share which stanza or lines speak to me, but today I cannot help but choose these ones,
say now.

break silent beads and speak;

all spines have ears no silence can destroy!

flush cisterns eyes,

this Sundays shawl no longer hides it\'s dead jazz of convulsion;

although so hard to choose, a truly grand poem and I\'m simply honoured you share such raw emotions with us. 💖

October 15th, 2021 07:20

Who Lights The Way?
Teddy.15 said:

Wow ever inspired I am, Melvin this is not dissimilar to my first post, how amazing. X

October 14th, 2021 11:36

L. B. Mek said:

well, you\'ve got to be one amazing Lady,
for a man like Yeats, to covet you for an entire lifetime
enough, not only to propose to you countless times
but to your Daughter: as well....?
yeah, that - long...
(thanks for sharing, my friend
as usual, just a poetic treat
of a read)
\'the buttoned shoes of soldier, marching
sun-bright to the straight one,
to dolls house
free and orange as, twice as spring

once winter counts
one secret X;

what now
do we,

we pilgrims
to the plague?\'

October 14th, 2021 05:49

Teddy.15 said:

Melvin Melvin my dear friend, my heart is breaking.

by fireside, heat of son, the fallen calf of worm,

turns tide to mud-harp Maud Gonnes\' land of wars.

in Tomb of love

where lives but dies, two years as dead as she,

re-incarnate; (both squirrel and the bird)

two coffins flight one single soul,

new child or old returned?

can padlocks hide such secrets never told

Another outstanding emotional ride.on the road.of grief, you do it in such style Sir. I\'m right here beside you. 🤗

October 14th, 2021 05:44

To The Manor Born
L. B. Mek said:

\'to the bawl of creeping concrete
comes grace devine
as cateracts in the peering eyes\'

\'to the manor, born and bred
for pumpkin pie
in hunchback park
with croup cough bark,
no blanket leaves can heal;\'..
simply, Brilliant
(what A Talent!)
thank you for sharing, dear Poet

October 14th, 2021 03:03

Crosseyed To Entrapment
Paul Bell said:

Cross-eyed animals in love, seems like yesterday they spotted that monster. Now, would I like this entrapment, maybe an hour just to make sure. Dig the humour in this.,

October 13th, 2021 10:52

When Came This Chill
Robert Haigh said:

Interesting imagery in this poem. An entertaining read.

October 13th, 2021 04:56

To The Manor Born
Teddy.15 said:

My goodness, apart from bringing memories back to me in times of sitting in a pub in London using my hard earned shillings to listen to this song on the Duke box , I feel the magnificence of a kindred spirit never letting go of those.wonderful times that are now passed yet never.forgotten. oh Melvin this one brings tears to me my friend, truly you have touched my heart, I cannot find a fave line I love them all. You breathe with the memories of those hearts. 💖 Thank you.

October 13th, 2021 04:38

To The Manor Born
aDarkerMind said:

maybe not useless...insightful perhaps;
many thanks;

October 13th, 2021 04:33

To The Manor Born
Neil Higgins said:

Mary Hopkins.Now there\'s a name from the past Melvin.
She won Opportunity Knocks,fronted by the late Hughie Green.
Ironically,one Mr Paul McCartney was watching,and he invited Mary and her mom for lunch at a London restaurant.From that meeting he produced Those Were The Days,for her.Which was a big hit in the UK,way back in 1968.Mary Hopkin was also one of the first artists to be signed to the Beatles Apple Records label.
There you go.I\'m full of useless info ha ha.
A great poem as always Melvin.

October 13th, 2021 04:31

When Came This Chill
Fay Slimm. said:

I love the style and the metaphor used in this piece of poetic reflection - well expressed too the state of some parts of society - first rate write Melvin and look forward to reading more of your work.

October 12th, 2021 15:58

When Came This Chill
aDarkerMind said:

thank you Teddy;
started off ok, then went someplace else!
most kind x

October 12th, 2021 10:34

When Came This Chill
Teddy.15 said:

Dear Melvin, I must have read this in my parallel world, I feel like this is an old one. wonderful and weird, I feel the aches and the pains. Poetry again as it should be leaving the reader in a spin. X

October 12th, 2021 09:50

Crosseyed To Entrapment
Teddy.15 said:

And I love the title I forgot to say it certainly is crosseyed to entrapment, more humour from you please!

October 11th, 2021 08:08

Crosseyed To Entrapment
L. B. Mek said:

\'what light
from years of glucose, came the sapless branch to wander?
that times the days.
the days of distance breaking chords of compromise;

when all is choice of norm\', or bitter argument.

the son of snail hung out to dry,
to wile away the flowers
now the minutes caged and bandaged,
only blood of bible on the teeth of hands dismembered.

three stars less each night to shave and store,
there are many more, i\'m sure.\'
(your ability
to tether such wide ranging imagery, to your central points
and still have them collate
in a manner that\'s relatable, even
if your readers are bamboozled by your genius, at first read
is just so impressively, unique!)
\'what a Talent!\'
thanks for sharing, dear masterful Poet

October 11th, 2021 07:22

Crosseyed To Entrapment
Teddy.15 said:

And as I bow to you dear Poet I found as.much your humour as I did acceptance, yes we must all laugh. And your fine imagery certainly did that.

marauders masked. grim reapers to the testaments of time still unremembered.

when the brain began; so rang the psychic bell of modern day acceptance;

behead. be dead. woodpecker sex on a yellow trampoline

And it doesn\'t come better than this 😂 yellow being my bad luck colour, I never wear it and if I\'m around it you can bet it\'s me falling into the snakes mouth into the unchurned milk of his stomach. Oh my you are quite the poet

October 11th, 2021 07:00

Who Steals My Grief
Neil Higgins said:

\"who steals my grief, steals nothing less\"
Another fine read for me to cast my eyes on,after an exhausting time in the North Yorkshire Moors, Melvin.

October 10th, 2021 16:41

Who Steals My Grief
Teddy.15 said:

Truly poetry at its very finest.

We will all find our way back to where we were before today and on to where we should be. X

October 10th, 2021 09:12

And When We Die
aDarkerMind said:

your legacy will be wisdom accompanied with a heart the size of our planet Teddy;

October 10th, 2021 05:19

What Talk Of Babbled Truth Is This?
aDarkerMind said:

thank you Teddy.
tho it seems these days were getting all seasons in a single day here;

October 10th, 2021 05:18

And When We Die
Teddy.15 said:

And when we die we are all, once again in the same boat. Fantastic my dear friend Melvin. Exhausting as is life we are all lucky to be here, someday we will not and we hope to leave some sort of legacy hopefully mine will be wisdom. 🤗💜

October 9th, 2021 12:33

What Talk Of Babbled Truth Is This?
Teddy.15 said:

the blurry eyes of speech no less a stranger to the sponge

sucking cherrys dipped in hamstrings wine

All I can see are the changes of the seasons, and a masterpiece as always dear Melvin. Wonderful last lines. 🤗

October 8th, 2021 14:55

In Mothers Eyes, My Sleeping Child.
L. B. Mek said:

so majestic!
words to dive-in and get lost within
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
\'how many miles in veins,

from knotted heart to the castout brambles unseen eye,
can i, as blind as perfume, dumb as smoke,
live hell astride these punch-drunk wings devided?

in endings flight, with fractured hands
on pavement trees, messiahs\' glands,
stand tall as wreath to the spinning grave
of rainbow skull as dry as time dies endless;

on feathers wind, to food of nerves
still have banished meat to the gallery of thimbles,
no less nimble than the bones that cross reflection.
i have cornered stone each bad years crawl,
in stomach\'s waxed, as hungry as an upright man,
to gallows pole of iced winds in my arctic rooms;
to the blue-eyed bronze, the statue in the park,

in heavens womb as bright as i am dark,\'

October 8th, 2021 04:15

In Mothers Eyes, My Sleeping Child.
Teddy.15 said:

Dear Melvin, oh my, such beauty in such pain, tenderly written for Kay. Perfect music .

October 7th, 2021 23:40

Still Love Unrecognised
aDarkerMind said:

thank you Teddy x

and no, you are not way off;

she will never be forgotten x

October 7th, 2021 10:08

Still Love Unrecognised
L. B. Mek said:

\'still, grasping at untethered Hope
still believing in Seagull vigils
still mowing Mediterranean tapeweed
with my gritted teeth, refusing
to swim out of my sea, of blinkered certainty...\'
(what a beautiful conceptualisation of vehement youth\'s narrowed perception of attraction,
that unyielding zeal to prove, \'we were meant to be\') lol
this is just a brilliant poetic treat, to read
dear Masterful Poet
\'What a Talent!\'

October 7th, 2021 03:10

Still Love Unrecognised
Teddy.15 said:

i cannot rain, i cannot run,

nor dry the tanning daisy in her sea foam.

four clovers leaves, still

Dear, dear Melvin, you made me cry reading this, and the funny thing is when I read I can actually hear your voice, I see this as a lost love poem to your darling wife, I may be way off but it\'s just what I see and feel. You really are one of my all time favourites, you bring an orchestra of emotions, and I adore this song too, I reckon our muse have met in a pub once or twice. Kudos my dear friend

October 6th, 2021 14:07

Dark Light Of Sound Now The Sacred Crow Sleeps And Honours Death
Teddy.15 said:

Ps, I adore this song thanks for bringing nostalgia to me.

October 5th, 2021 13:14

Dark Light Of Sound Now The Sacred Crow Sleeps And Honours Death
Teddy.15 said:

Dear Melvin exquisite as ever, I\'m thinking you might be predicting my fave line so here it is, let\'s see if you imagined me choosing this.

to the promised sun, the hanging moon, the comet of the sucking cloud

Love love love this poem, a title that really gets a reader excited, your last lines have made me cry. Your poetry as are you is always a welcome and I adore when you find retaliation in your soul and you find the power to share with your reader Carey on my dear friend, carry on... Bravo bravo

October 5th, 2021 13:13

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