My tools speak to me.
sorenbarrett said:

A lovely poem of what one loves to do and the treasure one creates from raw materials found. A mine from people\'s discards. Artfully done.

October 10th, 2025 10:55

I couldn’t save you.
Doggerel Dave said:

Stopped by and read it.

October 8th, 2025 15:56

I couldn’t save you.
sorenbarrett said:

I could see deep emotion and pain in this poem of loss. A sense of despair and continued regret even a sense of blame. It cries with remorse of a most helpless nature where one questions if they had done something different would things have been different. An after the fact questioning that only serves to fuel the fire of self condemnation the (what if) question we all ask ourselves afterwards. But a question that serves no purpose and keeps us in this never ending circle of thought. Very nicely composed and felt.

October 8th, 2025 09:40

Halloween is in the air and if you dare!
Paul Bell said:

You won\'t be saying that when I chap your door demanding KitKats.
The costumes are getting better mind you, I never recoginise any of the kids who chap my door demanding goodies now.

October 6th, 2025 13:28

Thankyou for understanding.
sorenbarrett said:

A beautiful poem of friendship and reliance. When one is small or weak when relies on someone big or strong, but as we grow, we learn to rely upon our self and then no matter how many leave us or if we are alone, we always have our own company For that will never leave us a lovely poem

October 6th, 2025 09:48

The Church of depopulation,
Doggerel Dave said:

So far your central proposition has not been addressed by anyone above (Too Hard?)
With limited resources this Earth cannot sustain a healthy population where every child born has the chance to develop their full potential….at least under current economic arrangements where too much wealth is accumulated into too few hands.
Your fanciful church (which is not a church at all) Is a straw man argument positing some authoritarian form of depopulation, which would under current social circumstances prove impossible to achieve.


October 5th, 2025 17:04

The Church of depopulation,
Tristan Robert Lange said:

My friend, this is revelation through shadow...ritual and ruin intertwined. Every line feels carved in marble and bone. A masterful, haunting piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

October 5th, 2025 08:01

The Church of depopulation,
Paul Bell said:

Why don\'t people go to church, does the church not offer anything anymore.
Does religion get a bad rap with all the negativity that surrounds it.
Is there room for religion in the 21st century, or has hell taken us all.


October 5th, 2025 06:34

Halloween is in the air and if you dare!
Tristan Robert Lange said:

My friend, what a ride of memory and mayhem. That counter stacked high…the masks…the cobwebs. All of it captures the thrill of chaos and the sweetness of fear and the season of Halloween. Nostalgic and alive. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

October 4th, 2025 09:02

Words define your actions.
Mike Prestridge said:

Great writing. This is a quality thats very rare and hard to find. To keep one\'s word is essential.

October 3rd, 2025 09:13

Words define your actions.
sorenbarrett said:

A poem in good rhyme and meter sends a message that every word is taken as a promise made. Each word a vow to judge character by. Any deviation an undermining of trust. Relationships to be built on the concrete of words. Well said my friend

October 2nd, 2025 20:54

Mother Nature tends to her own.
Michael Edwards said:

Your kind comment on my latest post prompted me to look up your work and I\'m not dissappointed. - this is such a soper crafted piece and an enjoyable read - I\'ll look out for your future posts .

October 1st, 2025 08:28

Stop saying the word I can\'t.
Tristan Robert Lange said:

This is powerful, Friendship...the “I can’t” as a fence, the tongue retrained, the sky opening. A poem of language becoming liberation. Beautiful work, my dear friend. Very relatable. We can all plop that wall down in front of us and this is such an empowering write for people, myself included, to read. Thank you! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

September 30th, 2025 18:07

Opened mind.
Tristan Robert Lange said:

My friend, this flows with clarity…the open mind here feels less like concept and more like lived freedom. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

September 29th, 2025 15:21

My Mother.
Tristan Robert Lange said:

My mother is my rock too. This is so relatable and can only imagine missing the one who brought me into this world and cared for me so. Friendship, this is a full heart laid open. The crafted sonnet, the 8:00 ritual, the compass spinning, the vow to carry her light. It grieves and honors at once. Beautifully written and deeply felt. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛ Oh…and what a beautiful picture. Trust me friend, you will find your courage to create again, you already have in your poetry. Crafting will come too, and when that happens, your mother will be right their with you! Again, well done!

September 28th, 2025 16:32