A lovely poem, Clare. There is always a part of us which wants to break free and do the impossible. But 'life' is always there, I suppose. A marvellous read.

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Brilliantly funny, Branwell.

Comment is about Do You Remember The Worst Time? (blog)

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Thank you, Ray. I'm pleased that you enjoyed the poem and am grateful for your kind comments.

And thanks to everyone who liked this poem.

Comment is about The Bright Blue Sky (blog)

Original item by Stephen Gospage

That's out my system .

Comment is about This Imaginary Life-Part 3 (Nature) (blog)

Original item by Phils Words

Collage Timetable

Waiting poetic passengers
Stations we become
Respondent train collects
Lines of connection.

Comment is about June 2025 Collage Poem: I Watched the Trains Come, I Watched the Trains Go (blog)

Original item by Stockport WoL

Thanks for likes: Red Brick Keshner, Stephen G & Aisha. 👍

Comment is about Poetry Is Pain (blog)

Original item by Tom Doolan

Thanks Landi and Auracle,

When 9/11 happened I was deploying to Kosovo on a six month tour of duty, we were still cleaning up the mess General Wesley-Clark had managed to make. Still there is fall out from that.

After that I went straight to what we call the "Sand Pit" to engage in further misery the fallout for which we are still suffering...the endless war continues.

I had made a video recording of this reading in an attempt to try and untangle my thoughts on this. All I managed to do was manifest my own confusion, I deleted it to save further embarrassment.

Thanks also to all those who have taken time to read and send likes.

David RL Moore



PS, To @RayMiller the line you offered is better than my original, thanks for that, much appreciated.

Comment is about Too late too late (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

"Be wild, be kind, be bold and just rejoice,
This life is yours!"

I couldn’t have put it better myself! Yet another truly beautiful poem from your quill.

Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about Love The Light, Embrace The Rain (blog)

Original item by Aisha Suleman

I’m no expert, but I’d put your experience down to the lateralisation of brain function, otherwise known as hemispheric dominance, in which cognitive processes are specialized to one side of the brain or other, the two cerebral hemispheres of the human brain being separated by the median longitudinal fissure - or something! Left, right, left, right....😕

Comment is about The roads taken (blog)

Original item by Marnanel Thurman

There was a digital glitch and the system posted a poem twice, this one and the one after which I have edited to contain another different poem. Thanks for your kind consideration. 🙏🏻🕊️

Comment is about still, the Earth breathes (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

Oh no no, it just hadn't reached either of them. 😃

Comment is about The roads taken (blog)

Original item by Marnanel Thurman

Pardon the glitch... posting a different poem on this blog instead: The Irish púca and the Australian bunyip share intriguing similarities despite originating from vastly different cultures; both being mythical creatures deeply embedded in folklore, often associated with mystery, transformation, and fear. While the púca leans toward mischief and unpredictability, the bunyip embodies fear and mystery, yet both creatures serve as cautionary figures in their respective mythologies.

Comment is about where shadows do not drown (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

Thank you Roph.
There is, to clumsily paraphrase Oscar Wilde:
“The triumph of bullshit over reality”.

Comment is about The Empty Streets of Ego’s March (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

I have a soft spot for coffee.
I'll tell you how much I am profee.
A big pain is in my heart,
Will you show a new start?


I go to town, I am not in a race.
The biggest smile is on my face.
If only we had that foolish peace!
How many plans I could release.


And the passersby take the picture,
As they are on the biggest adventure.
It's the biggest show to see the plan
How the policemen arrest the men.


But the peace is only in the dream.
If only I could be in one big team.
If only we could have real wings.
We could play on our own strings.


But if I put aside my mood,
The pie will taste so good.
The words I hear behind my back
Are those the words I really lack.


I step aside and want to know
If this was a fight or just a show.
I don't want anyone to be killed.
I want the bridges to be built.


I do not see the reason for this act,
I don't see the salvation of the pact.
It is better to eat the sweetest pie
As I don't see a new start to try.


©Larisa Rzhepishevska

Comment is about The Policemen Arrest The Men. (blog)

Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska

Enjoyed the read.
A warning lost from decades past’s clear hour— bit of a mouthful that. I'm still trying to work it out!

Comment is about The Empty Streets of Ego’s March (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

Very good. You had both your ears in the final stanza then?

Comment is about The roads taken (blog)

Original item by Marnanel Thurman

Old snaps solidify our smiles - lovely line that, and the ending is excellent too.

Comment is about The Bright Blue Sky (blog)

Original item by Stephen Gospage

I was born in the Eighties in the Amsterdam Suburbs.

We created a bubble for ourselves.

The adults/grownups said: 'Enjoy it while it lasts, for war will surely come again.'

Then 9/11 happened, the War on Terror(ism). And we forgot about 'The Inconvenient Truth' of Climate Change Crisis.

Until all the strawmen were burning (metaphorically)....

or aren't we?

Comment is about Too late too late (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

A beautiful, uplifting poem, Tom.

Comment is about The Meeting Tree (blog)

Original item by Tom

Nicely done, Rolph. He probably dreams of organising a joint parade with his friend Putin next year (in Greenland, preferably).

I liked the couplet about 'the court who daily praise'.

Comment is about The Empty Streets of Ego’s March (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

Thank you, Rolph. Yes, who knows what becomes of these little pieces of inspiration which slip away? Are they stored somewhere, to reappear later? Or are they just gone? I wanted to maintain the melancholy by concluding with 'no apparent cost'.

Comment is about Masterpiece (blog)

Original item by Stephen Gospage

Just juxtaposing feelings of my own decrepitude with warzone testimonies. A trick stolen from Burroughs.

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Cheers, Rolph!

Comment is about Non-Binaries (blog)

Original item by Robert C Gaulke

I shut the dictionary of obscenities, hushed the police of words and ideas and glimpsed again the joy of my childhood...

https://youtu.be/3CqKfbcJHJQ?feature=shared

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Original item by Landi Cruz

Many thanks Rolph for you feedback and comments. They are much appreciated 🙂
Thanks for likes: Red Brick Keshner Marla Joy & Voice of the Soul.👍

Comment is about Hope Is Gone (blog)

Original item by Tom Doolan

Thanks Rolph.

Comment is about Thanks For Sharing (blog)

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The reflection after observing the momentum of events is very affecting.

Just an afterthought but the title of the Lou Reed song feels very relevant to these times in which we live with so many voices telling us what to think about what we observe. I mean, critical thinking requires recognition of the tools of rhetoric, yet we seem to be more encouraged toward hasty judgement than careful analysis.

Comment is about Too late too late (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Rolph, thank you so much for your beautiful analysis, you've made me consider new layers of meaning! I'm always honoured that you take the time to think so deeply about the poems. And thank you for all the encouragement! 😊

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Original item by Holden Moncrieff

Thank you for your sincerity Rolph. All our mothers are wonders to be behold, as was mine. Thanks, also, for your commiserations concerning the premature death of my kid brother, Pete. He died in late 1996 aged just 41, It was a heavy blow, especially to my mum. I devoutly hope that my mum and my brother are together again. John

Comment is about Me mam (blog)

Original item by John E Marks

Thank you Ray,

I appreciate your reading...goodness knows what I mean.

Maybe for your entertainment watch my video.

Thanks again,

David xx

Comment is about Too late too late (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

I guess I need to be turning on the news channels but I haven't for years now. This scene generously described here brings me back to news headlines from the Cold War and the communist flexings of various nations/leaders. Some things do not grow old nor do they change.

Comment is about The Empty Streets of Ego’s March (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

Just wondering how this affected the reader in its reading. Perhaps it is of no real consequence. But there it is. Cheers. 🙌

Comment is about veil of the known (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

Hay @Auracle - I do like your take on what is 'broadcast.' I stopped being an avid fan of journalism right around the turn of the century when all this gateway, gaslighting, and grooming narratives have become less yellow all around. I also like getting out of the comfort zone or jump out with fellow aficionados, and yes- so much more to learn and experience should we care and dare. 🌷
P.S. Perhaps you could check on the permissions on your page as it at present keeps me from contacting you there and on your posts. lol 😁👍

Comment is about the poet’s barren tale (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

oh, this one 🌷 yes 😄

Comment is about The March of One (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

Hi Ray the punctuation is for the delivery, and performance, and helps me memorise the piece. There are three parts to this and this, the second part will change the tempo..so, that's why I have put so much punctuation.

Comment is about This Imaginary Life -Part 2 (The Nurture of) (blog)

Original item by Phils Words

Stephen, your poem beautifully captures that all-too-familiar moment when inspiration teases us in the quiet hours, only to slip away before we can hold onto it. There’s a delicate melancholy in the acceptance of those lost verses—like ghosts of creativity that visit but won’t stay. Thank you for giving voice to that elusive feeling with such clarity and grace.
Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about Masterpiece (blog)

Original item by Stephen Gospage

There’s a rare and tender beauty in how your poem stretches love beyond the limits of language and space, Naomi. You’ve captured that elusive feeling when words fall short, yet the heart overflows anyway. It’s both intimate and grand—a real gift to read. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt universe with us.
Regards,
Rolph

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Original item by Naomi

Hey Rolph David 🌷 Thanks for affirming what this poem and its 'portmanteau' hopes to carry across. There is a love for gardening and quiet living instilled in me by my ancestral grandparents homelife. I suppose marrying that with LOTR has given it so much sense and texture. Your last line upholds. My deepest gratitude. RBK🌷🙏🏻🕊️

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Original item by Red Brick Keshner

Good morning Aisha,
Your poem feels like an invitation to embrace something deeply personal, maybe a call to resist fitting into expectations that try to dull one’s essence. It hints at a journey away from conformity, encouraging stepping into a space that’s untouched and boldly individual. There’s a sense of courage in standing out, even if others don’t immediately understand or follow. It speaks to a kind of inner magic, something vibrant and authentic that shines brightest when fully embraced, rather than hidden or softened. The tone feels both empowering and tender, like a quiet rebellion wrapped in encouragement. I love it. Thanks for sharing it.

Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about Shine In Your Own Light (blog)

Original item by Aisha Suleman

Your poem strikes a deep chord, Holden, with its bold exploration of struggle and revelation. The way you weave dense, striking imagery brings to life the tension between illusion and reality. I especially loved the powerful alliteration in “dauntless, disowned decibels”—it adds a rhythmic urgency that really drives the theme home. It’s a compelling and richly crafted piece—thank you for sharing your voice.
Regards,
Rolph

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Original item by Holden Moncrieff

There’s such a lovely lightness in your poem, Julie. I can almost feel the warm Mexican breeze and the unexpected joy of being noticed just for being yourself. It’s a sweet reminder that sometimes just “chillin” is enough to brighten someone’s day. Thanks for sharing this delightful moment!
Regards,
Rolph

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Original item by julie callaghan

John,
Your poem deeply touched me. The way you hold your mother’s spirit alive — through memories, shared smiles, and her enduring presence — is both beautiful and heartbreaking. Dementia is such a cruel thief, stealing pieces of who we know, yet your words remind us that love remains, even when memories fade. It’s a different kind of loss, but the tenderness and history you share keep her close. I’m so sorry for your pain, and for the loss of your brother, too. Holding onto those precious fragments is all we can do sometimes, and you do it with grace.
Take care,
regards,
Rolph

Comment is about Me mam (blog)

Original item by John E Marks

Hélène,
It’s wonderful to see someone like you living each day so fully, just as you express in your "Affirmations." That’s not something everyone manages, and the awareness of how to do it—how to stay open, joyful, and at peace—is truly gold. Your words are a gift.
Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about Affirmations (blog)

Original item by Hélène

Robert, there’s a quiet power in how you dismantle binaries without ever shouting. The lines blur not just concepts, but identities — “I can’t explain” hits especially hard. This feels like a poem about seeing — or trying to — in a world desperate for easy labels. Beautifully done.
Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about Non-Binaries (blog)

Original item by Robert C Gaulke

Tom, this is deeply felt — the repetition of “Hope is gone” really brings the weight of your grief home. There’s a plain honesty here that makes the sorrow ring true. I’m so sorry for your loss, and grateful you shared this.
Take care,
regards,
Rolph

Comment is about Hope Is Gone (blog)

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Comment is about Thanks For Sharing (blog)

Original item by Ray

Ray, this made me grin — sharp, fast, and funny. The final cut-off line is a perfect self-edit that proves your point while delivering the punch. Poor Mr. Ferret… or maybe poor us. Either way, thanks for sharing indeed.

Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about Thanks For Sharing (blog)

Original item by Ray

Good morning Red,
This is beautifully done — a quiet hymn to rooted living, full of warmth without sentimentality. The title “hobbitual” (what a lovely portmanteau) is brilliantly chosen, and I love how the poem moves with the same unhurried grace it describes. That line “kneading sun into soil” stopped me — such a rich, grounded image. It holds work, memory, and reverence all in one. You’ve captured peace not as retreat, but as resistance — and that’s powerful.
Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about hobbitual (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

Good morning Red,
Thank you for your "flower". I really appreciate it.
Have a nice day.
Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about The March of One (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

Thanks to Yanma, Stephen A., Stephen G., and Red Brick for the like — glad the piece spoke to you.
Regards,
Rolph

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