Comments received on poems by aDarkerMind
Three Brothers We
L. B. Mek said:
beautiful!
(I always wished for brothers
so this hits home for me
I connect to it pleading tone
worded, with a defiant ink)
thank you! dear Poet
September 8th, 2023 03:48
L. B. Mek said:
beautiful!
(I always wished for brothers
so this hits home for me
I connect to it pleading tone
worded, with a defiant ink)
thank you! dear Poet
September 8th, 2023 03:48
From Genesis to Dartmoor
L. B. Mek said:
\'“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
from the Bell Jar
\'from brightness to the dark side of the fruit.
in foreign voice I crawl between the curtains of reprieve.
hanging shapeless with the hero and the twitch,
our shadows hanging taller than our souls;\'
you ASTOUND, cherished Poet
(I gladly bow to your superior talent)
thank you!
September 8th, 2023 03:45
L. B. Mek said:
\'“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
from the Bell Jar
\'from brightness to the dark side of the fruit.
in foreign voice I crawl between the curtains of reprieve.
hanging shapeless with the hero and the twitch,
our shadows hanging taller than our souls;\'
you ASTOUND, cherished Poet
(I gladly bow to your superior talent)
thank you!
September 8th, 2023 03:45
Three Brothers We
Teddy.15 said:
what now we do,
we strangers in our perfect pose of sorrow?
we have walked more miles than the roots left unattended.
hungry men no older than the sleeping violin;
too proud to beg a solitary tear
You could have written this for me dear Melvin. Pain and sorrow loss yet such an amazing amount of dignity. Kudos. 💖
September 7th, 2023 17:07
Teddy.15 said:
what now we do,
we strangers in our perfect pose of sorrow?
we have walked more miles than the roots left unattended.
hungry men no older than the sleeping violin;
too proud to beg a solitary tear
You could have written this for me dear Melvin. Pain and sorrow loss yet such an amazing amount of dignity. Kudos. 💖
September 7th, 2023 17:07
As Broad as an Elephants Claw
Teddy.15 said:
four clouds of dust as risen as the dead.
slight-of-hand hides the Tarots card of god
from the drowning man, the pillow and the squawk
diving deep into the wounds of heavens well;
still comes the water. thick as candle-blood
For some reason I see Africa in this one. 💖
September 6th, 2023 02:19
Teddy.15 said:
four clouds of dust as risen as the dead.
slight-of-hand hides the Tarots card of god
from the drowning man, the pillow and the squawk
diving deep into the wounds of heavens well;
still comes the water. thick as candle-blood
For some reason I see Africa in this one. 💖
September 6th, 2023 02:19
From Genesis to Dartmoor
Teddy.15 said:
An extraordinary piece that made me want to weep. 💖 welcome back my dear friend.
September 4th, 2023 10:23
Teddy.15 said:
An extraordinary piece that made me want to weep. 💖 welcome back my dear friend.
September 4th, 2023 10:23
The Wheel That Turns Immortal
Lorenz said:
An enigmatic mercurian thought that dares to challenge the threshold dragon.
September 3rd, 2023 16:26
Lorenz said:
An enigmatic mercurian thought that dares to challenge the threshold dragon.
September 3rd, 2023 16:26
where hides my sun and moon
Teddy.15 said:
From the mouth of poetry itself as it always is dear Melvin it\'s extraordinary I can never ever choose just one favourite line, your last stanza marvelous 💖 so wonderful to see you my friend.
September 3rd, 2023 08:43
Teddy.15 said:
From the mouth of poetry itself as it always is dear Melvin it\'s extraordinary I can never ever choose just one favourite line, your last stanza marvelous 💖 so wonderful to see you my friend.
September 3rd, 2023 08:43
Kingfishers Eyes
jarcher54 said:
I love it but haven\'t figured it all out! But that my friend is a good thing.
August 19th, 2023 10:40
jarcher54 said:
I love it but haven\'t figured it all out! But that my friend is a good thing.
August 19th, 2023 10:40
If I Take No Turn
L. B. Mek said:
(thank you for sharing such a revealing and honest write, dear Masterful Poet
and for inspiring my own little scribbled reply..
\'What a Talent!)
\'when we, but flesh and pulsing hope
meet, without first learning to greet
where do we acquire the fortitude
to stand erect, in that familiar face
of dread?
I seek, comfort in the absence
of parenthood, that chose to exist
as silent investor\'s in a portfolio
they stumbled upon, on a drunken night
and were too prideful
to open, that morning-after pill
of salvation and instead, caged us all
in this sinking fate
without Houdini\'s, tricks
to grant us a chance: for escape...\'
November 4th, 2021 03:20
L. B. Mek said:
(thank you for sharing such a revealing and honest write, dear Masterful Poet
and for inspiring my own little scribbled reply..
\'What a Talent!)
\'when we, but flesh and pulsing hope
meet, without first learning to greet
where do we acquire the fortitude
to stand erect, in that familiar face
of dread?
I seek, comfort in the absence
of parenthood, that chose to exist
as silent investor\'s in a portfolio
they stumbled upon, on a drunken night
and were too prideful
to open, that morning-after pill
of salvation and instead, caged us all
in this sinking fate
without Houdini\'s, tricks
to grant us a chance: for escape...\'
November 4th, 2021 03:20
I Need No Eye
L. B. Mek said:
\'not for the sellers arm, left right or tooth,
can I walk unaided, limping in a straw-foot,
of Porcupine, a travelling spine
for the grape-seed grind,
hind-leg-happy. lungs in a pigs heart.
meat as bone in a crackling box,
as lost as she,
chicken-pox on a greek skin,
tinsel queen;
she came with rust on a mustard grin,
sinning saviour to the sibling\'s young on a carousel of lime.\'
(I have \'cherished\' sisters as well..
nothing more, need be said!)
🍻 to you,
dear fellow, \'blessed\' sufferer
🍻!
lmao
October 26th, 2021 05:17
L. B. Mek said:
\'not for the sellers arm, left right or tooth,
can I walk unaided, limping in a straw-foot,
of Porcupine, a travelling spine
for the grape-seed grind,
hind-leg-happy. lungs in a pigs heart.
meat as bone in a crackling box,
as lost as she,
chicken-pox on a greek skin,
tinsel queen;
she came with rust on a mustard grin,
sinning saviour to the sibling\'s young on a carousel of lime.\'
(I have \'cherished\' sisters as well..
nothing more, need be said!)
🍻 to you,
dear fellow, \'blessed\' sufferer
🍻!
lmao
October 26th, 2021 05:17
Three Kicks The Mule
L. B. Mek said:
wonderfully fun!
reminding us, that before we thought-up
Sci-Fi\'s escapism, space ships
it was within poetry, itself
where a few chose
\'to go where no Person
has dared - to, Before\'...
who says poetry, isn\'t futuristic?
Instead, I propose
Poetry\'s, deemed Archaic
is the wisdom
we\'ve yet, to catch-up to
\'in my humble opinion\'... lol
October 26th, 2021 05:11
L. B. Mek said:
wonderfully fun!
reminding us, that before we thought-up
Sci-Fi\'s escapism, space ships
it was within poetry, itself
where a few chose
\'to go where no Person
has dared - to, Before\'...
who says poetry, isn\'t futuristic?
Instead, I propose
Poetry\'s, deemed Archaic
is the wisdom
we\'ve yet, to catch-up to
\'in my humble opinion\'... lol
October 26th, 2021 05:11
When Every Thing Was All
L. B. Mek said:
I hope the lady you\'re celebrating in this ode, is worthy of your beautiful words
and in those Sun and Moon offspring\'s,
her life\'s crimson-earned rewards:
may be fully realised...
(forgive me if I have mistaken the meaning, in your choice wording;
and thank you
for sharing such intimate feelings, with such brave transparency my friend)
October 26th, 2021 05:03
L. B. Mek said:
I hope the lady you\'re celebrating in this ode, is worthy of your beautiful words
and in those Sun and Moon offspring\'s,
her life\'s crimson-earned rewards:
may be fully realised...
(forgive me if I have mistaken the meaning, in your choice wording;
and thank you
for sharing such intimate feelings, with such brave transparency my friend)
October 26th, 2021 05:03
Sing Loud The Counted Day\'s
L. B. Mek said:
\'breathless men in glass-house womb
more wounded than the sky;
where flies the sun
no hidden mass dare follow;
the stars have eyes!
eyes greater than the life it shields;
this life;
where day\'s once gone
comes day\'s of second chance;\'..
Amen!
October 26th, 2021 04:54
L. B. Mek said:
\'breathless men in glass-house womb
more wounded than the sky;
where flies the sun
no hidden mass dare follow;
the stars have eyes!
eyes greater than the life it shields;
this life;
where day\'s once gone
comes day\'s of second chance;\'..
Amen!
October 26th, 2021 04:54
When Autumn Breathed Her Silence
L. B. Mek said:
\'each day I walk, as blind
as veins to the watermark,
tinned-torso dark,
mole-teeth
dead to sight and sound,
I have lost her Paris eyes
in fallen leaves;
when Autumn came and cried our child,
on clouds of wounds
more distant than the scar.
I crawl as wolf; hunter of the growling moon;
my bayonet
for the black-veined throat of hunger!\'..
There is nothing worse, than
a whole season
being coffined, by the worst nightmare\'s
our life, has survived;
especially, as it rears
its unwanted Medusa head of memories
and yanks open, all that repressed pain
one more time, every time;
stilling us, as-if being dunked in fast-drying cement...
(another powerful write, dear Masterful Poet
for some reason
I picked-up, on some raw
and untameable tethers,
to Time refined, anguish
being emoted in this particular poem,
leaking through, from all the passion you imbue)
\'what a talent!\'
October 26th, 2021 04:46
L. B. Mek said:
\'each day I walk, as blind
as veins to the watermark,
tinned-torso dark,
mole-teeth
dead to sight and sound,
I have lost her Paris eyes
in fallen leaves;
when Autumn came and cried our child,
on clouds of wounds
more distant than the scar.
I crawl as wolf; hunter of the growling moon;
my bayonet
for the black-veined throat of hunger!\'..
There is nothing worse, than
a whole season
being coffined, by the worst nightmare\'s
our life, has survived;
especially, as it rears
its unwanted Medusa head of memories
and yanks open, all that repressed pain
one more time, every time;
stilling us, as-if being dunked in fast-drying cement...
(another powerful write, dear Masterful Poet
for some reason
I picked-up, on some raw
and untameable tethers,
to Time refined, anguish
being emoted in this particular poem,
leaking through, from all the passion you imbue)
\'what a talent!\'
October 26th, 2021 04:46
I Need No Eye
spilleronsheet said:
Well crafted dear poet
Rich imagery in play
October 25th, 2021 23:51
spilleronsheet said:
Well crafted dear poet
Rich imagery in play
October 25th, 2021 23:51
Three Kicks The Mule
Paul Bell said:
Orion sure is the resting place for the greats, but before that greatness is bestowed upon you, nature must grant you permission and time to succeed.
October 24th, 2021 10:31
Paul Bell said:
Orion sure is the resting place for the greats, but before that greatness is bestowed upon you, nature must grant you permission and time to succeed.
October 24th, 2021 10:31
Three Kicks The Mule
aDarkerMind said:
a more than generous comment Teddy;
and as kind and supportive as always.
to poetess and a dear friend,
Thank You x
October 24th, 2021 08:17
aDarkerMind said:
a more than generous comment Teddy;
and as kind and supportive as always.
to poetess and a dear friend,
Thank You x
October 24th, 2021 08:17
When Every Thing Was All
spilleronsheet said:
What a wonderful imagery
Nature taken for granted
Will show her emotions one day
She will show that she shouldn’t be ignored
October 23rd, 2021 22:21
spilleronsheet said:
What a wonderful imagery
Nature taken for granted
Will show her emotions one day
She will show that she shouldn’t be ignored
October 23rd, 2021 22:21
Sing Loud The Counted Day\'s
spilleronsheet said:
Great writing dear poet…keep sharing..stage set beautifully….
October 22nd, 2021 15:07
spilleronsheet said:
Great writing dear poet…keep sharing..stage set beautifully….
October 22nd, 2021 15:07
Sing Loud The Counted Day\'s
Paul Bell said:
Got a feeling the end of this year is going to be the real testing time.
October 22nd, 2021 10:56
Paul Bell said:
Got a feeling the end of this year is going to be the real testing time.
October 22nd, 2021 10:56
When Autumn Breathed Her Silence
dusk arising said:
Stunning dark poetry beautifully composed.
October 21st, 2021 10:27
dusk arising said:
Stunning dark poetry beautifully composed.
October 21st, 2021 10:27
Bright Lights and Roundabouts
L. B. Mek said:
\'hours-glass
on the thin side of the knick-knack tree
pipes her half-starved eyelids
dull as stone, bright as keys
her house of pregnant plums where claws her turtle-neck;
half-house her own; half someone else.
her scarlet eyes trace footprints
to her wedgewood sea
where greet-boy\'s dry-roast
thirteen rose-buds
dead as winter\'s spleen;\'
Brilliant!
(and you even managed to keep the thirteen theme!
thank you, my friend
this was the spiked punch, I was looking for
to juxtapose my tepid vanilla)
\'what a Talent!\'
October 21st, 2021 04:08
L. B. Mek said:
\'hours-glass
on the thin side of the knick-knack tree
pipes her half-starved eyelids
dull as stone, bright as keys
her house of pregnant plums where claws her turtle-neck;
half-house her own; half someone else.
her scarlet eyes trace footprints
to her wedgewood sea
where greet-boy\'s dry-roast
thirteen rose-buds
dead as winter\'s spleen;\'
Brilliant!
(and you even managed to keep the thirteen theme!
thank you, my friend
this was the spiked punch, I was looking for
to juxtapose my tepid vanilla)
\'what a Talent!\'
October 21st, 2021 04:08
A New Beginning
L. B. Mek said:
when I was far too young, to remember age numbers,
there was a place we stayed for an elongated summer,
the front doors gates, were literally on the curve of a major road, traffic choked for 16 hours every day,
but, the back yard opened-up to this expansive lush green garden, and at the bottom of the steep little dip, marking its end
there was a lovely stream, so translucent fresh and clean and full of smooth cobbled stones;
such a unique corner of the world, where two extreme\'s coexisted, either side of a place we called home, for a while...
(that\'s where your words took me back to
if only for a blessed - cherished, while
thank you!)
a beautiful write, dear Poet
\'with tendril hands, more reaching
than the stars that guide our ways\'
October 21st, 2021 03:59
L. B. Mek said:
when I was far too young, to remember age numbers,
there was a place we stayed for an elongated summer,
the front doors gates, were literally on the curve of a major road, traffic choked for 16 hours every day,
but, the back yard opened-up to this expansive lush green garden, and at the bottom of the steep little dip, marking its end
there was a lovely stream, so translucent fresh and clean and full of smooth cobbled stones;
such a unique corner of the world, where two extreme\'s coexisted, either side of a place we called home, for a while...
(that\'s where your words took me back to
if only for a blessed - cherished, while
thank you!)
a beautiful write, dear Poet
\'with tendril hands, more reaching
than the stars that guide our ways\'
October 21st, 2021 03:59
From Mountain To The Cage;
L. B. Mek said:
\'The Fracking hands, as silent
as four winds, no stitch can heal\'
\'From hand to mouth;
now silence grieves
from heart to village square;
Reflections, bright as physalis; lamplight bright as heartstrings, bright as love,
now goes,
From fountain to the mothers mouth;
star-crossed now distance stems
the flow of life;
Where are we now, now Eden crossed?;
our village streets now paintless, dry as hell!
Our artist of the street now hides; from mountain
to the safety of the cage!\'
(sublime imagery!
loved the way, you weaved all these loud and purposefully brash lines,
into one seamless flow of abstracted
acute, snap-shot of everyday realism\'
(another wonderfully unique reading experience, thank you for sharing
dear Masterful Poet)
\'what a Talent!\'
October 21st, 2021 03:41
L. B. Mek said:
\'The Fracking hands, as silent
as four winds, no stitch can heal\'
\'From hand to mouth;
now silence grieves
from heart to village square;
Reflections, bright as physalis; lamplight bright as heartstrings, bright as love,
now goes,
From fountain to the mothers mouth;
star-crossed now distance stems
the flow of life;
Where are we now, now Eden crossed?;
our village streets now paintless, dry as hell!
Our artist of the street now hides; from mountain
to the safety of the cage!\'
(sublime imagery!
loved the way, you weaved all these loud and purposefully brash lines,
into one seamless flow of abstracted
acute, snap-shot of everyday realism\'
(another wonderfully unique reading experience, thank you for sharing
dear Masterful Poet)
\'what a Talent!\'
October 21st, 2021 03:41
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
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