Comments received on poems by aDarkerMind
As I Journey Through The Veins Of The Frozen Mandarin
Trenz Pruca said:
Great! I loved it. Love the images. Thank you.
June 6th, 2021 13:06
Trenz Pruca said:
Great! I loved it. Love the images. Thank you.
June 6th, 2021 13:06
In The Suicide Pond Where Drowns Dementias\' Reign
L. B. Mek said:
\'where is the dripping lard
that burns my eternal greed?
as it seeds
your powdered wedding ring
as it sours
my tasting of your post natal hormone seed;
bleed with the sun
feed on the sublime interroagation
as the prison guard snickers
with the confessional sums of love\'..
wow!
although I think I need a little help in context
to guide me, sadly
I lack the brain capacity to comprehend fully...
still, of what little I\'ve gleaned
I\'ve insatiably devoured
with my glutenous greed for all-things imbued
with that artistic integrity: of Poetic majesty...
June 4th, 2021 04:44
L. B. Mek said:
\'where is the dripping lard
that burns my eternal greed?
as it seeds
your powdered wedding ring
as it sours
my tasting of your post natal hormone seed;
bleed with the sun
feed on the sublime interroagation
as the prison guard snickers
with the confessional sums of love\'..
wow!
although I think I need a little help in context
to guide me, sadly
I lack the brain capacity to comprehend fully...
still, of what little I\'ve gleaned
I\'ve insatiably devoured
with my glutenous greed for all-things imbued
with that artistic integrity: of Poetic majesty...
June 4th, 2021 04:44
To coexist with the spring in a christmas shoe
L. B. Mek said:
just, so depressingly sad - what a waste
it is a crime against our generation\'s Poetry
and affirmation to everything accessible
that we deny ourselves
or have other\'s deny it for us:
that you, dear poet are not a house hold name
being encouraged and celebrated by society\'s majority!
\'walking with the tremors of a catfish
doped on the Marciano punch
in the seventh round
with a parceled rum and black, my sordid eyes settle
on a glimpse of the sea
as the seafaring queen buttons her corset
and shaves her butterfly arms.
butternut beans
in a squandered levine
swims the articulate tide
with an heir apperent guest
of a shepherds eye\'
\'pricks from the aardvaks teeth
bites into the heaving of my bleeding flesh
of nonchalant screams
love is all, and
love is all it is.
tarrogan thighs in beds of aluminums stockings and lace
traces my footsteps back
to a prehistoric morphine pill under a covid sky.
why does your wire cut so deep?\'
June 3rd, 2021 04:17
L. B. Mek said:
just, so depressingly sad - what a waste
it is a crime against our generation\'s Poetry
and affirmation to everything accessible
that we deny ourselves
or have other\'s deny it for us:
that you, dear poet are not a house hold name
being encouraged and celebrated by society\'s majority!
\'walking with the tremors of a catfish
doped on the Marciano punch
in the seventh round
with a parceled rum and black, my sordid eyes settle
on a glimpse of the sea
as the seafaring queen buttons her corset
and shaves her butterfly arms.
butternut beans
in a squandered levine
swims the articulate tide
with an heir apperent guest
of a shepherds eye\'
\'pricks from the aardvaks teeth
bites into the heaving of my bleeding flesh
of nonchalant screams
love is all, and
love is all it is.
tarrogan thighs in beds of aluminums stockings and lace
traces my footsteps back
to a prehistoric morphine pill under a covid sky.
why does your wire cut so deep?\'
June 3rd, 2021 04:17
In the excreted company of the wolves nocturnal cyst
L. B. Mek said:
wow, such vividly obscene volatility
showcased with: purposed integrity!
this be a poem that is meant, to be felt
not merely read..
conveying with unmistakeable clarity
the anguish of the author
at that one time
in this one - singular, mindset...
(although
I would understand if some may argue
this needs an age restriction warning
for its graphic imagery
admittedly this is a little less subtle
than your usual, artistry)
either way, at least for me
this is such, an intriguing read!
(I\'ve never - ever, read hate of the \'broken hearted\'
expressed with such: unvarnished eloquence):
\'I am in love with the boil on the backsideof her heart
wanking with the spanking hand of the occult
in sulking trees with knees of abanded seed
she breathes my semon cold through the veins of abandoned profiterole ghost;
I love you most\'
reminds me of the Great: Emily Disckinson:
\'It would never be Common—more—I said—
Difference—had begun—
Many a bitterness—had been—
But that old sort—was done—
Or—if it sometime—showed—as \'twill—
Upon the Downiest—Morn—
Such bliss—had I—for all the years—
\'Twould give an Easier—pain—\'
from \'It would never be common, more - I said\' or \'poem 430\'
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-8305 )
June 1st, 2021 04:28
L. B. Mek said:
wow, such vividly obscene volatility
showcased with: purposed integrity!
this be a poem that is meant, to be felt
not merely read..
conveying with unmistakeable clarity
the anguish of the author
at that one time
in this one - singular, mindset...
(although
I would understand if some may argue
this needs an age restriction warning
for its graphic imagery
admittedly this is a little less subtle
than your usual, artistry)
either way, at least for me
this is such, an intriguing read!
(I\'ve never - ever, read hate of the \'broken hearted\'
expressed with such: unvarnished eloquence):
\'I am in love with the boil on the backsideof her heart
wanking with the spanking hand of the occult
in sulking trees with knees of abanded seed
she breathes my semon cold through the veins of abandoned profiterole ghost;
I love you most\'
reminds me of the Great: Emily Disckinson:
\'It would never be Common—more—I said—
Difference—had begun—
Many a bitterness—had been—
But that old sort—was done—
Or—if it sometime—showed—as \'twill—
Upon the Downiest—Morn—
Such bliss—had I—for all the years—
\'Twould give an Easier—pain—\'
from \'It would never be common, more - I said\' or \'poem 430\'
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-8305 )
June 1st, 2021 04:28
Too Long This Day Of Pain
L. B. Mek said:
reading your poetry, is like
dogpaddling upon an inked sea: of idiosyncratic imagery:
\'I have mingled well
with the entourage of solvents, continued abuse
robust, yet rusting beneath an auctioneers
toe-tapping hammer.
sounds of the swinging sixties
hanging, from the ears of deaths prescriptive pollen
in counts of three to five
sunken heads, nesting in the pillows
of a cautious whim
where swarms the starving flies
on a henchmans wounded chest.\'
thank you, for Choosing
to share your brilliance dear Poet..
(and I too agree, there\'s no hierarchy of worth
in realms: of True \'artistic integrity\'
you should encourage my show of humility
for we all know of that monstrous, Pride
we each harbour: willingly) lol
still, I humbly appreciate
your kind reply to my last comment
it means more
coming from a Poet of your calibre
May 31st, 2021 04:04
L. B. Mek said:
reading your poetry, is like
dogpaddling upon an inked sea: of idiosyncratic imagery:
\'I have mingled well
with the entourage of solvents, continued abuse
robust, yet rusting beneath an auctioneers
toe-tapping hammer.
sounds of the swinging sixties
hanging, from the ears of deaths prescriptive pollen
in counts of three to five
sunken heads, nesting in the pillows
of a cautious whim
where swarms the starving flies
on a henchmans wounded chest.\'
thank you, for Choosing
to share your brilliance dear Poet..
(and I too agree, there\'s no hierarchy of worth
in realms: of True \'artistic integrity\'
you should encourage my show of humility
for we all know of that monstrous, Pride
we each harbour: willingly) lol
still, I humbly appreciate
your kind reply to my last comment
it means more
coming from a Poet of your calibre
May 31st, 2021 04:04
deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
L. B. Mek said:
\'as mellow as the day in its fermenting terror of fortunate chance
sniggers with the bragging beads of communal stones\'
\'the hungry horse showers my bride with unrivalled pain
with vowels of pitted verbs through curtains of hidden rain
the cortisone needle picks through remains of my buttered brain.\'
\'deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
with sorrows eyes drunk on euphoric wine;\'
yup, just simply: breath-taking, to witness such prowess!
one day, if I ever grow-up
I will hope to write a line of poetry
worth comparing to your mastery!
you brilliant, brilliant artist of a Poet!
thank you for choosing to share
keep striving my friend, never relent
so long as you\'re enjoying, discovering
that next syllable: of a poetic miracle..
May 27th, 2021 04:28
L. B. Mek said:
\'as mellow as the day in its fermenting terror of fortunate chance
sniggers with the bragging beads of communal stones\'
\'the hungry horse showers my bride with unrivalled pain
with vowels of pitted verbs through curtains of hidden rain
the cortisone needle picks through remains of my buttered brain.\'
\'deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
with sorrows eyes drunk on euphoric wine;\'
yup, just simply: breath-taking, to witness such prowess!
one day, if I ever grow-up
I will hope to write a line of poetry
worth comparing to your mastery!
you brilliant, brilliant artist of a Poet!
thank you for choosing to share
keep striving my friend, never relent
so long as you\'re enjoying, discovering
that next syllable: of a poetic miracle..
May 27th, 2021 04:28
deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
A Boy With Roses said:
so full of imagery and meticulous metaphors ... so full of meaning ... so full of life and joyous to read ... so deep you can swim in it
May 26th, 2021 19:51
A Boy With Roses said:
so full of imagery and meticulous metaphors ... so full of meaning ... so full of life and joyous to read ... so deep you can swim in it
May 26th, 2021 19:51
deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
rosiedm said:
😲😲😲suckels the breast of the maggots paw! some mad sentences here ..like a scene from dark tale of mystery
What inpires you I think
books films ?
May 26th, 2021 17:23
rosiedm said:
😲😲😲suckels the breast of the maggots paw! some mad sentences here ..like a scene from dark tale of mystery
What inpires you I think
books films ?
May 26th, 2021 17:23
Neither Now Nor One Day Soon
L. B. Mek said:
woooooow, wow!!!!
thank you!!!
(I started highlighting lines and passages
and then, I just gave-up - for I would end up
just copy-pasting your whole poem
as my pointedly chosen: highlight reel
and no, that ain\'t no dim-witted over exaggeration
from my end, either
its a simple truth
as hard as it may be: to read - as true...)
May 24th, 2021 05:25
L. B. Mek said:
woooooow, wow!!!!
thank you!!!
(I started highlighting lines and passages
and then, I just gave-up - for I would end up
just copy-pasting your whole poem
as my pointedly chosen: highlight reel
and no, that ain\'t no dim-witted over exaggeration
from my end, either
its a simple truth
as hard as it may be: to read - as true...)
May 24th, 2021 05:25
When Wisdom Grew a Beard on Fickle Trees
aDarkerMind said:
thank you L B Mek.
I always appreciate your comments;
I will never stop believing.
and I will always write the only way I know and never comform to the poets hierarchy;
May 21st, 2021 10:49
aDarkerMind said:
thank you L B Mek.
I always appreciate your comments;
I will never stop believing.
and I will always write the only way I know and never comform to the poets hierarchy;
May 21st, 2021 10:49
When Wisdom Grew a Beard on Fickle Trees
L. B. Mek said:
at this point, all I can do is appreciate, favourite
and just re-read your brilliance
again, and again, and again, and again...
just, WOW!!!
shame on such a spitefully, pathetic industry
that ignores brilliant mind\'s like yours..
what a crime! of unforgivable waste
you should share your talent
with as many people as you can, dear poet
keep believing and striving!
May 21st, 2021 03:09
L. B. Mek said:
at this point, all I can do is appreciate, favourite
and just re-read your brilliance
again, and again, and again, and again...
just, WOW!!!
shame on such a spitefully, pathetic industry
that ignores brilliant mind\'s like yours..
what a crime! of unforgivable waste
you should share your talent
with as many people as you can, dear poet
keep believing and striving!
May 21st, 2021 03:09
With Non-Conforming Ease
L. B. Mek said:
deeply insightful and as ever, unflinchingly frank
in tone and purposed brutality of word choices..
artistry\'s vulnerability, evolved into a thought provoking write:
\'where is my mother of darkened prowel and scurrying thighs?
where is my father of tortured soul with needles in his eyes?
I am blind to the comforting pillows of destructive change
alone while my flowing blood bellows and barks
and tickles the spine of the gauntlet\'s pickled brain;
volts of unearthly treasures fluster my shrinking cells
as my stomach chokes on absynth oil\'
May 19th, 2021 03:39
L. B. Mek said:
deeply insightful and as ever, unflinchingly frank
in tone and purposed brutality of word choices..
artistry\'s vulnerability, evolved into a thought provoking write:
\'where is my mother of darkened prowel and scurrying thighs?
where is my father of tortured soul with needles in his eyes?
I am blind to the comforting pillows of destructive change
alone while my flowing blood bellows and barks
and tickles the spine of the gauntlet\'s pickled brain;
volts of unearthly treasures fluster my shrinking cells
as my stomach chokes on absynth oil\'
May 19th, 2021 03:39
In Gemini Skies With My Twisted Sails Of Taurean Limbs
L. B. Mek said:
\'brow beaten by the muted heart of asylums cleansing bleach;
I am in love with the darkness of my tempermental skin
the aches and pains that tastes of imported winds
as I crawl with the wishbones through corridors of demented reprieve\'..
WOW!
just, wow!!!
and \'They\' say \'True Poetry\' is dead....
here\'s words that rightfully show 🖕
to that mindset of inane, futility
discarding it to its rightful place
of binned obstinacy, permanently!
Thank you for choosing to share
May 17th, 2021 05:50
L. B. Mek said:
\'brow beaten by the muted heart of asylums cleansing bleach;
I am in love with the darkness of my tempermental skin
the aches and pains that tastes of imported winds
as I crawl with the wishbones through corridors of demented reprieve\'..
WOW!
just, wow!!!
and \'They\' say \'True Poetry\' is dead....
here\'s words that rightfully show 🖕
to that mindset of inane, futility
discarding it to its rightful place
of binned obstinacy, permanently!
Thank you for choosing to share
May 17th, 2021 05:50
one last cheer for the mighty sperm whale
L. B. Mek said:
a mere 29 years away from its 200th birthday
Herman Melville\'s words, still resonates and penetrates: loud and clear
for those with the patience
to unfurl, dissect and digest, than merely - reactionarily, judge and detest!
as does you brand
of unflinching and boorishly matter-of-fact, frank: Poetry
thanks for sharing!
indeed, since soothingly whispered words of \'positive reinforcement\'
clearly aren\'t working, let us all
try shocking ourselves from that cyclical apathy
of ignorance worshipping malaise of petulantly, entitled: indifference
to all thigs titled - Humane and Accountability...!
May 13th, 2021 05:06
L. B. Mek said:
a mere 29 years away from its 200th birthday
Herman Melville\'s words, still resonates and penetrates: loud and clear
for those with the patience
to unfurl, dissect and digest, than merely - reactionarily, judge and detest!
as does you brand
of unflinching and boorishly matter-of-fact, frank: Poetry
thanks for sharing!
indeed, since soothingly whispered words of \'positive reinforcement\'
clearly aren\'t working, let us all
try shocking ourselves from that cyclical apathy
of ignorance worshipping malaise of petulantly, entitled: indifference
to all thigs titled - Humane and Accountability...!
May 13th, 2021 05:06
Not Since The Last November Rain
L. B. Mek said:
\'Mother of the playful pearl in her green unbottoned blouse
crawled with soldiers wounds through skinless winter leaves
between the swollen eyes\'
\'through tortured sperm of ruptured Porcupine
have I dared to hiss and kiss at the carnival of dancing doubt
or pirate my charade in my uniform of transparant anxiety;
not since the last November rain
have I dared to close my eyes and die again;\'..
initially, I was drawn to that porcelain metaphor again, but
realised you have utilised it completely different in this poem
(how creatively refreshing and bold)..
and then, as always with your stylistic Poetry\'s
unassuming Rosewater, of subtly decadent wording
I was lost - deep, within that ink of creativity\'s fervour
glaring your poetic genius, to my pixilated slipstream: screen..
(write\'s like your transcend need for age limits or trigger warnings
since only those willing to delve deep and unfurl
can have access to your Poetry, to begin with
in my humble opinion),
thanks for sharing dear Poet
May 11th, 2021 06:24
L. B. Mek said:
\'Mother of the playful pearl in her green unbottoned blouse
crawled with soldiers wounds through skinless winter leaves
between the swollen eyes\'
\'through tortured sperm of ruptured Porcupine
have I dared to hiss and kiss at the carnival of dancing doubt
or pirate my charade in my uniform of transparant anxiety;
not since the last November rain
have I dared to close my eyes and die again;\'..
initially, I was drawn to that porcelain metaphor again, but
realised you have utilised it completely different in this poem
(how creatively refreshing and bold)..
and then, as always with your stylistic Poetry\'s
unassuming Rosewater, of subtly decadent wording
I was lost - deep, within that ink of creativity\'s fervour
glaring your poetic genius, to my pixilated slipstream: screen..
(write\'s like your transcend need for age limits or trigger warnings
since only those willing to delve deep and unfurl
can have access to your Poetry, to begin with
in my humble opinion),
thanks for sharing dear Poet
May 11th, 2021 06:24
When Once Through The Chapters Of Your Skull
Eugene S. said:
What an awesome journey I had reading this. Love it!
May 8th, 2021 11:00
Eugene S. said:
What an awesome journey I had reading this. Love it!
May 8th, 2021 11:00
When Once Through The Chapters Of Your Skull
L. B. Mek said:
\'in towns of coloured porcelain with horns of thistles myth
am beyond the ruptured skeleton
as it whistles with the wind chimes in the aftermath of groping lemons pith\'..
it\'s always inspiring to read your use of juxta-positioned metaphors
pooled from what is seemingly an endlessly diverse source of wordsmith imagery
intertwined seamlessly, with that innate flow of poetic artistry..
what a talent, you choose to share with us dear poet, thank you!
May 3rd, 2021 07:33
L. B. Mek said:
\'in towns of coloured porcelain with horns of thistles myth
am beyond the ruptured skeleton
as it whistles with the wind chimes in the aftermath of groping lemons pith\'..
it\'s always inspiring to read your use of juxta-positioned metaphors
pooled from what is seemingly an endlessly diverse source of wordsmith imagery
intertwined seamlessly, with that innate flow of poetic artistry..
what a talent, you choose to share with us dear poet, thank you!
May 3rd, 2021 07:33
When Once Through The Chapters Of Your Skull
Jerry Reynolds said:
Well written, D.M. Strong imagery.
May 2nd, 2021 08:34
Jerry Reynolds said:
Well written, D.M. Strong imagery.
May 2nd, 2021 08:34
with all that was never enough
L. B. Mek said:
\'purple blood somewhere where lava flows
where no man lands with hands of peregrine
on towers of flowering tulips where once a torso dangled in spiteful greed
look between the breeze as heaven opens it\'s claws
as slowly we cower and bleed;
one hundred pieces for our jigsaw to bargain with\'..
a profound exclamation of purposed inflammatory poetry: worded so eloquently!
\'keep that mighty pen busy, dear poet
for at the very least
it will distract: those hands of potential devastation
from adding, to all the abundant misery..\'
April 30th, 2021 04:36
L. B. Mek said:
\'purple blood somewhere where lava flows
where no man lands with hands of peregrine
on towers of flowering tulips where once a torso dangled in spiteful greed
look between the breeze as heaven opens it\'s claws
as slowly we cower and bleed;
one hundred pieces for our jigsaw to bargain with\'..
a profound exclamation of purposed inflammatory poetry: worded so eloquently!
\'keep that mighty pen busy, dear poet
for at the very least
it will distract: those hands of potential devastation
from adding, to all the abundant misery..\'
April 30th, 2021 04:36
What Can It Be That Draws Me Back To Here?
L. B. Mek said:
\'perhaps we are the cotton reel who now sleeps beneath a shawl;\'
brilliant!
(sorry dear poet, but I don\'t know who david lamb is, though
that did not hinder my appreciation for your enchanting write
exemplary utilisation of tangible imagery)
April 26th, 2021 05:44
L. B. Mek said:
\'perhaps we are the cotton reel who now sleeps beneath a shawl;\'
brilliant!
(sorry dear poet, but I don\'t know who david lamb is, though
that did not hinder my appreciation for your enchanting write
exemplary utilisation of tangible imagery)
April 26th, 2021 05:44
Seventeen Degrees Below;
L. B. Mek said:
\'a cavalcade where salt greets blood
floods my eyes with sweat from behind a horses ear.\'
just wow!
no wonder cinema is dead
when words - alone, can immerse us
in such tangibly sensed, imagery...
April 20th, 2021 04:59
L. B. Mek said:
\'a cavalcade where salt greets blood
floods my eyes with sweat from behind a horses ear.\'
just wow!
no wonder cinema is dead
when words - alone, can immerse us
in such tangibly sensed, imagery...
April 20th, 2021 04:59
April, With Her Soothing Eyes Of Pastoral Green
L. B. Mek said:
\'cold and grey - grazing
with a wheelbarrows broken spleen
April, with her soothing
eyes of pastoral green\'..
such a brilliant poetic mind you choose to share with us, dear poet!
a great read
April 19th, 2021 04:31
L. B. Mek said:
\'cold and grey - grazing
with a wheelbarrows broken spleen
April, with her soothing
eyes of pastoral green\'..
such a brilliant poetic mind you choose to share with us, dear poet!
a great read
April 19th, 2021 04:31
April, With Her Soothing Eyes Of Pastoral Green
rosiedm said:
Interesting !
I see the way you write how you choose your words to suit
Sculptured
April 18th, 2021 18:23
rosiedm said:
Interesting !
I see the way you write how you choose your words to suit
Sculptured
April 18th, 2021 18:23
paint and be dammed the consequence
rosiedm said:
Such interesting words its a good one but if have to reread it again
April 17th, 2021 16:58
rosiedm said:
Such interesting words its a good one but if have to reread it again
April 17th, 2021 16:58
Traitor
A Boy With Roses said:
\"kiss my final cigarette\", \"with throat as dry as hemlock\". You sure know how to provoke some vivid imagery!
April 16th, 2021 18:03
A Boy With Roses said:
\"kiss my final cigarette\", \"with throat as dry as hemlock\". You sure know how to provoke some vivid imagery!
April 16th, 2021 18:03
And The Silent Badgers Tail Will Rise Again
aDarkerMind said:
you are, as always, most kind;
April 13th, 2021 05:47
aDarkerMind said:
you are, as always, most kind;
April 13th, 2021 05:47
And The Silent Badgers Tail Will Rise Again
L. B. Mek said:
\'the crawler on the doors as uninvited guest;
the being -supreme- uncertain? yes. but certain all must end!
curtains slain and drawn. as bishop takes pawn. as brawn takes brain.
let us feast upon the flesh of the beast of the great disdain\'..
impassioned writing that further demonstrates - than negates, your wordsmith prowess!
April 13th, 2021 04:49
L. B. Mek said:
\'the crawler on the doors as uninvited guest;
the being -supreme- uncertain? yes. but certain all must end!
curtains slain and drawn. as bishop takes pawn. as brawn takes brain.
let us feast upon the flesh of the beast of the great disdain\'..
impassioned writing that further demonstrates - than negates, your wordsmith prowess!
April 13th, 2021 04:49
A Master\'s Fall
L. B. Mek said:
another beautifully worded poem and a fitting dedication, to wordsmith\'s who added more than their ink\'s worth, to our beloved english language\'s legacy of supreme artful eloquence..
a great read
April 12th, 2021 04:39
L. B. Mek said:
another beautifully worded poem and a fitting dedication, to wordsmith\'s who added more than their ink\'s worth, to our beloved english language\'s legacy of supreme artful eloquence..
a great read
April 12th, 2021 04:39
When Tomorrow Crept Like Ants Towards The Sword
L. B. Mek said:
\'pilgrims on pillaged steps
with deeds to the concrete child
walking on stilts through pickled spit
when tomorrow crept like ants towards the sword\'..
such a great read
beautifully concise and imaginative imagery, that electrifies
rather than drown your poignant commentary..
thanks for sharing such a delectable literary treat, dear poet
April 9th, 2021 04:11
L. B. Mek said:
\'pilgrims on pillaged steps
with deeds to the concrete child
walking on stilts through pickled spit
when tomorrow crept like ants towards the sword\'..
such a great read
beautifully concise and imaginative imagery, that electrifies
rather than drown your poignant commentary..
thanks for sharing such a delectable literary treat, dear poet
April 9th, 2021 04:11
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