Comments received on poems by aDarkerMind
Tomorrow
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
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
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
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
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
To The Manor Born
aDarkerMind said:
maybe not useless...insightful perhaps;
many thanks;
October 13th, 2021 04:33
aDarkerMind said:
maybe not useless...insightful perhaps;
many thanks;
October 13th, 2021 04:33
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
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
aDarkerMind said:
thank you Teddy;
started off ok, then went someplace else!
most kind x
October 12th, 2021 10:34
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,
bleed
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
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,
bleed
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
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
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
aDarkerMind said:
thank you Teddy.
tho it seems these days were getting all seasons in a single day here;
October 10th, 2021 05:18
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
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
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
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
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
Now Men Come Dressed As Winter
L. B. Mek said:
\'swims mercy
through the corridors
of winters prayer,\'..
we blink our way though life,
we muse and theorise
we ask and answer our own doubts
and yet,
we all arrive on the other end of our \'summer season\'s\' of life, as if punch drunk and blurry
wondering:
\'with purple heart
on the cold stream guard
when summer came and went?\'\'
(I read and learn, my friend
wondrously distinct imagery, as usual
such an immersive read,
thank you!)
October 5th, 2021 04:58
L. B. Mek said:
\'swims mercy
through the corridors
of winters prayer,\'..
we blink our way though life,
we muse and theorise
we ask and answer our own doubts
and yet,
we all arrive on the other end of our \'summer season\'s\' of life, as if punch drunk and blurry
wondering:
\'with purple heart
on the cold stream guard
when summer came and went?\'\'
(I read and learn, my friend
wondrously distinct imagery, as usual
such an immersive read,
thank you!)
October 5th, 2021 04:58
And The Shepherd Layed Me Down
L. B. Mek said:
there\'s such a calmness, to the feel of this write
maybe anchored to resolve or hopelessness,
but that state of mind, to contemplate and consider, such wide spanning themes and issues, is a rare thing to come across,
we\'re all usually too stuck in our blinkered views, of life
to contemplate the \'landscape\' view perspectives and glean the insight\'s, in the breadcrumbs of those thought\'s we choose to repress, than express...
\' neither gift of child nor the shifting of the shapeless cry,
can i bear no grudge to the distance of the fingers crawl?
o teething child of sister in our chapels rest of birthstone,
a landscape raped and tortured, still the bad tree grows
his second month of april for the bride of may to flavour,
her dull blood in the whirpool of uncoscious mind,
yet still she stalks the typhoon in the callers eye;\'..
(what a Talent!!!
thanks for sharing, and showcasing a little more of your range
dear masterful Poet)
October 5th, 2021 04:50
L. B. Mek said:
there\'s such a calmness, to the feel of this write
maybe anchored to resolve or hopelessness,
but that state of mind, to contemplate and consider, such wide spanning themes and issues, is a rare thing to come across,
we\'re all usually too stuck in our blinkered views, of life
to contemplate the \'landscape\' view perspectives and glean the insight\'s, in the breadcrumbs of those thought\'s we choose to repress, than express...
\' neither gift of child nor the shifting of the shapeless cry,
can i bear no grudge to the distance of the fingers crawl?
o teething child of sister in our chapels rest of birthstone,
a landscape raped and tortured, still the bad tree grows
his second month of april for the bride of may to flavour,
her dull blood in the whirpool of uncoscious mind,
yet still she stalks the typhoon in the callers eye;\'..
(what a Talent!!!
thanks for sharing, and showcasing a little more of your range
dear masterful Poet)
October 5th, 2021 04:50
This Turning World
aDarkerMind said:
thank you Teddy.
and a warm hello from a cold, wet and windy quay;
winters poetry nears!
hope you are well x
October 3rd, 2021 11:10
aDarkerMind said:
thank you Teddy.
and a warm hello from a cold, wet and windy quay;
winters poetry nears!
hope you are well x
October 3rd, 2021 11:10
And The Shepherd Layed Me Down
aDarkerMind said:
as kind as always Teddy x
warm hugs back;
September 29th, 2021 11:12
aDarkerMind said:
as kind as always Teddy x
warm hugs back;
September 29th, 2021 11:12
Goodbye Goodfellowed Architect
L. B. Mek said:
\'so sudden comes the flame of deep regret.
the self-expressed, the green sands
for nature\'s watch; this beast, we
seek to race the running tide
her waters wounds our gateway, to the cyprus moon.
too soon, to live forever in the asphalt dome? kiss,
then tell
how tall must towers climb;\'
(these words resonated with me, more than any of your other Brilliant work, previously shared)
I\'m not sure if there\'s any fallible \'Architect\', on Earth
deserving of such a dedication
but, whoever inspired these words to blossom within you
I thank them, for this memorable read of a gift
I have been privileged to \'second hand\': receive..
\'What a Talent\'!!!
thank you for choosing to share, dear Masterful Word\'smith\'...
September 27th, 2021 05:19
L. B. Mek said:
\'so sudden comes the flame of deep regret.
the self-expressed, the green sands
for nature\'s watch; this beast, we
seek to race the running tide
her waters wounds our gateway, to the cyprus moon.
too soon, to live forever in the asphalt dome? kiss,
then tell
how tall must towers climb;\'
(these words resonated with me, more than any of your other Brilliant work, previously shared)
I\'m not sure if there\'s any fallible \'Architect\', on Earth
deserving of such a dedication
but, whoever inspired these words to blossom within you
I thank them, for this memorable read of a gift
I have been privileged to \'second hand\': receive..
\'What a Talent\'!!!
thank you for choosing to share, dear Masterful Word\'smith\'...
September 27th, 2021 05:19
When Came The Carnivore
L. B. Mek said:
\'now we worship
feet of clay with our candles feathered,
lighting saffrons bride
for the married eyes of the dragons fruit,
our bibles bricks and mortar scrawls of rubble
as it crawls;\'
*ever-lamenting
when came, our carnivorous
recidivation
to a cyclical reality of ever-divisive: Hate,*
(our collective evolutionary, Fall
worded so poignantly Majestic
in your endlessly unique,
Transcendentally profound: searing Imagery)
these write just outright exemplifies, your sheer Wordsmith Brilliance!
\'What, a Talent\'!!!
thank you for choosing to share and inspire
September 23rd, 2021 04:24
L. B. Mek said:
\'now we worship
feet of clay with our candles feathered,
lighting saffrons bride
for the married eyes of the dragons fruit,
our bibles bricks and mortar scrawls of rubble
as it crawls;\'
*ever-lamenting
when came, our carnivorous
recidivation
to a cyclical reality of ever-divisive: Hate,*
(our collective evolutionary, Fall
worded so poignantly Majestic
in your endlessly unique,
Transcendentally profound: searing Imagery)
these write just outright exemplifies, your sheer Wordsmith Brilliance!
\'What, a Talent\'!!!
thank you for choosing to share and inspire
September 23rd, 2021 04:24
The Babble of the Brook
L. B. Mek said:
\'it is only in the loins of trusted colours,
can we trench barefoot the naked screams of oil;\'
Rage! Rage!
and let it all out
that\'s the only way, we
who choose to witness Reality
and not feign obliviousness,
can survive
and cultivate the fortitude
to still: enjoy
some semblance of a life...
(a great write, dear Poet
I think I wrote something, feebly attempting to resemble
what you\'ve crafted so raw and rightfully enraged, in this cathartic read of a poem)
thanks for sharing
September 21st, 2021 04:48
L. B. Mek said:
\'it is only in the loins of trusted colours,
can we trench barefoot the naked screams of oil;\'
Rage! Rage!
and let it all out
that\'s the only way, we
who choose to witness Reality
and not feign obliviousness,
can survive
and cultivate the fortitude
to still: enjoy
some semblance of a life...
(a great write, dear Poet
I think I wrote something, feebly attempting to resemble
what you\'ve crafted so raw and rightfully enraged, in this cathartic read of a poem)
thanks for sharing
September 21st, 2021 04:48
Sundays\' Muse.
L. B. Mek said:
Sometimes
we lose and can never replace
those most sacred gifts, of life
and after
everything, seems to dim
like someone messing with our reality\'s brightness, settings
and further, after
we\'re in front of a blank pixelated screen
and our fingers, dance
as-if we\'re playing piano keys for those,
who no longer have ears, in this world
who no longer hear, our cries of regret and longing
who, no longer have eyes
to see, the tears
that create puddles of our crimson wishing wells...
we no longer, have what we want most by our side
and so we let our fingers bash, those qwerty keys
and we try, to let it all out
because we know, we feel that dread
rising from deep inside, that if we cant find an avenue
to shed some of this weight, on our every breadth
soon, we\'ll drown
in all that ache, we harbour devotedly
just so we can feel, a connection
even, as its threatening
our very grip, to survival...
\'how I marvel every Sunday,
the weathers\' morning pages as they climb
a higher ground,
from the darkened depths of solitude
to the acid on my tongue;
it is here
my strings of symphony cuts\' glass a shade of wood,
in honour of deception
on the banners of the sun;
how many times I have cradled hearts
on my blanket hands,
as cold
as the Jack Frost vampire
teething, sandscripts\' salted hair;
I have no sea-horse
for the riding of Virginias\' long lost waves,
just one speck of blood on the blunt side
of the sword,
to carve her name on the landslide of my wrist;
to co-exist
with the phamptons\' of abyss!\'
(what a Talent!!!
you have been gifted, dear Poet)
September 20th, 2021 04:34
L. B. Mek said:
Sometimes
we lose and can never replace
those most sacred gifts, of life
and after
everything, seems to dim
like someone messing with our reality\'s brightness, settings
and further, after
we\'re in front of a blank pixelated screen
and our fingers, dance
as-if we\'re playing piano keys for those,
who no longer have ears, in this world
who no longer hear, our cries of regret and longing
who, no longer have eyes
to see, the tears
that create puddles of our crimson wishing wells...
we no longer, have what we want most by our side
and so we let our fingers bash, those qwerty keys
and we try, to let it all out
because we know, we feel that dread
rising from deep inside, that if we cant find an avenue
to shed some of this weight, on our every breadth
soon, we\'ll drown
in all that ache, we harbour devotedly
just so we can feel, a connection
even, as its threatening
our very grip, to survival...
\'how I marvel every Sunday,
the weathers\' morning pages as they climb
a higher ground,
from the darkened depths of solitude
to the acid on my tongue;
it is here
my strings of symphony cuts\' glass a shade of wood,
in honour of deception
on the banners of the sun;
how many times I have cradled hearts
on my blanket hands,
as cold
as the Jack Frost vampire
teething, sandscripts\' salted hair;
I have no sea-horse
for the riding of Virginias\' long lost waves,
just one speck of blood on the blunt side
of the sword,
to carve her name on the landslide of my wrist;
to co-exist
with the phamptons\' of abyss!\'
(what a Talent!!!
you have been gifted, dear Poet)
September 20th, 2021 04:34
When Once.....
L. B. Mek said:
poignant imagery, utilised
to its utmost potency!
\'what a Talent!\'
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
September 17th, 2021 03:51
L. B. Mek said:
poignant imagery, utilised
to its utmost potency!
\'what a Talent!\'
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
September 17th, 2021 03:51
Illusions Bite
L. B. Mek said:
good to let that Goth we all harbour, out
from time to time, if kept repressed
it will fester and poison every aspect of our lives..
strong imagery, \'aDarkerMind\': indeed...
\'what a Talent!\'
(and there\'s many a drunken poet, by London\'s bridges
its just that, for most
it takes them getting completely bladdered, before
they gain the freedom
to express themselves, without curating
their words and thought\'s, to be in-line
with the majority herd, they so desperately
feel the need, to belong to...)
September 14th, 2021 03:48
L. B. Mek said:
good to let that Goth we all harbour, out
from time to time, if kept repressed
it will fester and poison every aspect of our lives..
strong imagery, \'aDarkerMind\': indeed...
\'what a Talent!\'
(and there\'s many a drunken poet, by London\'s bridges
its just that, for most
it takes them getting completely bladdered, before
they gain the freedom
to express themselves, without curating
their words and thought\'s, to be in-line
with the majority herd, they so desperately
feel the need, to belong to...)
September 14th, 2021 03:48
From Hell to Boot of Mandolin
L. B. Mek said:
\'as rose of hyacinth
breaks bread with scarlet wings
as tortured mothers pray as midnight sings
of days\' end when the mourning so begins;\'
\'am just a snake in withered grass of manuscript
my name on bullets\' eye of vegetable
that eyes the ticking time-bomb on my marrowed root
still as yellow as the schoolboy in my brain\'
\'goodnight my midnight venice
the true love of my midnight serenade
my deserted halls of memory in the lighted shade
still picking flowers from the apples of my heart
it is now the grieving starts
when hell stops so the heavens start\'..
What a Triumph of wordsmith Artistry!
What a Dedication!
What a Supremely Talented Poet!!!
(I humbly, read and learn
ever-grateful, cherishing my luck
for having you grace, my poetic path
in life.
Thank you! for choosing to share your masterful talent, dear Poet!)
September 13th, 2021 04:46
L. B. Mek said:
\'as rose of hyacinth
breaks bread with scarlet wings
as tortured mothers pray as midnight sings
of days\' end when the mourning so begins;\'
\'am just a snake in withered grass of manuscript
my name on bullets\' eye of vegetable
that eyes the ticking time-bomb on my marrowed root
still as yellow as the schoolboy in my brain\'
\'goodnight my midnight venice
the true love of my midnight serenade
my deserted halls of memory in the lighted shade
still picking flowers from the apples of my heart
it is now the grieving starts
when hell stops so the heavens start\'..
What a Triumph of wordsmith Artistry!
What a Dedication!
What a Supremely Talented Poet!!!
(I humbly, read and learn
ever-grateful, cherishing my luck
for having you grace, my poetic path
in life.
Thank you! for choosing to share your masterful talent, dear Poet!)
September 13th, 2021 04:46
From Hell to Boot of Mandolin
aDarkerMind said:
thank you so much Teddy...
a slightly feeble attempt to love and houour those who lost their lives in 9/11;
I know my words mean nothing for those that grieve...
but if my life could bring back those who died and make this world a safer place,
I would die a happy man x
September 12th, 2021 08:37
aDarkerMind said:
thank you so much Teddy...
a slightly feeble attempt to love and houour those who lost their lives in 9/11;
I know my words mean nothing for those that grieve...
but if my life could bring back those who died and make this world a safer place,
I would die a happy man x
September 12th, 2021 08:37
Be Strong Disheveled Entity
L. B. Mek said:
:that fig tree of prosperity, winking
between moonlit slits
of nightmare smeared bed sheets,
I seek answers, dear universe!
Nietzsche, decried God\'s death a century ago
and yet here I walk past
Chaitya monasteries for the fashionable elite,
Synagogues, that expand for one day of the year,
Churches, in wealthy neighbourhoods - like faith is Capitalism\'s biggest convert,
Mosque\'s, with intelligence agencies, surveillance vans parked outside...
Gift me the wisdom to comprehend, why there\'s no Owls in City\'s
when we need them the most, where: in every direction there\'s a crime waiting to stamp our loyalty card membership.
Scarecrows, aplenty
every street corner has a ghost floating between high\'s
stumbling, over those who\'ve surrender to life.
Every new TV show is a Sci-fi or Comic adapted plot, futuristic and immense in scope
and yet, in San Francisco
they have a department for cleaning human faeces off our streets...
I seek Hendrix as my ear\'s window of escape, and shuffle along
watching and adding my ignorance to this Sea of pavemented obliviousness, we\'ve collectively sculpted
out of our cigarette ash dreams and and wine cork ambitions.
It\'s hard: to be strong as a dishevelled entity of modernity
\'beneath gods robe of lambs-tongue krill and tailored suit
sail whip-lash through the bladder of the eyes
to channel apes to pentogram of weed
to seed the doubled coin of headless shrimp;\'
(forgive me dear Poet
I couldn\'t help myself but try and scribble a little feeble reply to your poetic mastery, thank you for choosing to share and inspire others with your supreme talent!)
\'and what a Talent, it is
you\'ve been gifted!\'
September 10th, 2021 03:58
L. B. Mek said:
:that fig tree of prosperity, winking
between moonlit slits
of nightmare smeared bed sheets,
I seek answers, dear universe!
Nietzsche, decried God\'s death a century ago
and yet here I walk past
Chaitya monasteries for the fashionable elite,
Synagogues, that expand for one day of the year,
Churches, in wealthy neighbourhoods - like faith is Capitalism\'s biggest convert,
Mosque\'s, with intelligence agencies, surveillance vans parked outside...
Gift me the wisdom to comprehend, why there\'s no Owls in City\'s
when we need them the most, where: in every direction there\'s a crime waiting to stamp our loyalty card membership.
Scarecrows, aplenty
every street corner has a ghost floating between high\'s
stumbling, over those who\'ve surrender to life.
Every new TV show is a Sci-fi or Comic adapted plot, futuristic and immense in scope
and yet, in San Francisco
they have a department for cleaning human faeces off our streets...
I seek Hendrix as my ear\'s window of escape, and shuffle along
watching and adding my ignorance to this Sea of pavemented obliviousness, we\'ve collectively sculpted
out of our cigarette ash dreams and and wine cork ambitions.
It\'s hard: to be strong as a dishevelled entity of modernity
\'beneath gods robe of lambs-tongue krill and tailored suit
sail whip-lash through the bladder of the eyes
to channel apes to pentogram of weed
to seed the doubled coin of headless shrimp;\'
(forgive me dear Poet
I couldn\'t help myself but try and scribble a little feeble reply to your poetic mastery, thank you for choosing to share and inspire others with your supreme talent!)
\'and what a Talent, it is
you\'ve been gifted!\'
September 10th, 2021 03:58
Ears On Trumpets Hill
L. B. Mek said:
maggots foot, on the first line of a love poem
that\'s so - uniquely, you dear Poet
really liked this imagery:
\'the trees to shoulder arms beyond rhetoric
stuffed bulls-horn marching mayhem through my torso\'s lie
clamps suspect creed with handcuffs bald as osprey\'
September 7th, 2021 04:06
L. B. Mek said:
maggots foot, on the first line of a love poem
that\'s so - uniquely, you dear Poet
really liked this imagery:
\'the trees to shoulder arms beyond rhetoric
stuffed bulls-horn marching mayhem through my torso\'s lie
clamps suspect creed with handcuffs bald as osprey\'
September 7th, 2021 04:06
New Light Through Pisces Window Snakes
L. B. Mek said:
\'the air that gravels voice
and grave for the heavens pick
knots railway trees
to the grumble-weeds of bullring
walking still-born
to the headstone of the Stork
with mummied hands
and a single strand of air;
as old haunts chant and crave
a gauntlets touch\'..
In so much of the poetry
you\'ve kindly chosen to share
there is such a clear highlight
of that first loss, we humans feel
when for whatever reason
we notice, a nurturer\'s caring presence - missing
and I like, how you continuously
emphasise that crucial moment in our development
(humanity\'s skulls and brains
maximise their growth by age three,
the only part of our development
to reach its physical capacity, so early)..
you then, filter those images
to interact with the subject of your poetry
and in so doing, allow us to glean the correlation
to that single thread of occurrence, turned consequence...
thank you! dear Poet
\'what a Talent!
September 3rd, 2021 04:45
L. B. Mek said:
\'the air that gravels voice
and grave for the heavens pick
knots railway trees
to the grumble-weeds of bullring
walking still-born
to the headstone of the Stork
with mummied hands
and a single strand of air;
as old haunts chant and crave
a gauntlets touch\'..
In so much of the poetry
you\'ve kindly chosen to share
there is such a clear highlight
of that first loss, we humans feel
when for whatever reason
we notice, a nurturer\'s caring presence - missing
and I like, how you continuously
emphasise that crucial moment in our development
(humanity\'s skulls and brains
maximise their growth by age three,
the only part of our development
to reach its physical capacity, so early)..
you then, filter those images
to interact with the subject of your poetry
and in so doing, allow us to glean the correlation
to that single thread of occurrence, turned consequence...
thank you! dear Poet
\'what a Talent!
September 3rd, 2021 04:45
From Where Came Sorrow
Trenz Pruca said:
I like your poem a lot. Inspired. Thank you.
September 1st, 2021 18:30
Trenz Pruca said:
I like your poem a lot. Inspired. Thank you.
September 1st, 2021 18:30
I Hold No Beast
aDarkerMind said:
thank you Teddy.
hope you enjoyed your time away;
welcome back.
September 1st, 2021 07:33
aDarkerMind said:
thank you Teddy.
hope you enjoyed your time away;
welcome back.
September 1st, 2021 07:33
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