Thank you Red- Tom-Hugh-New shoes-Stephen-Lorraine-Holden-Manish-Yanma-very much indeed on behalf of Mother-Baby and ( publicity agent )

Leon

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Original item by LEON STOLGARD

Hi everyone. I am not real comfortable with the "sacrificial lamb" imagery in this poem, and I can't remember what inspired this poem (I wrote it about a week ago). I think I might have been thinking about suffering and the desire to transcend it. Anyways, upon re-read, I thought I would go ahead and post it, notwithstanding the sad lamb thing.

Comment is about Letting Go (blog)

Original item by Hélène

Henceforth known in our house as a Coop Poop!

Comment is about BUCKET LIST (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

You must follow me around, Branwell. And thanks for the Likes, Naomi,Larisa and Radbrick.

Comment is about BUCKET LIST (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

I've often wondered who did that, nice to finally know.

Comment is about BUCKET LIST (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

Naomi,
You have beautifully personified sadness here with the hope at the end that this too shall pass.
Love your work,
Marla

Comment is about THE SINKING SLEEP (blog)

Original item by Naomi

And then there were William Booth&Catherine Mumford.....

Comment is about Everything but the truth (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Sadly David it’s rarer than gold or diamonds and harder to dig out even when discovered..

Graham

Comment is about Everything but the truth (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Thankyou for the feedback, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. But even death is no longer scary, I'm still have a little faith, even so many times I feel to end up this life. But, even the little can make someone stand strong. And I bealive, we all can do it

Comment is about Fades (blog)

Original item by Charlote Dee

Thanks kindly 🌷 @Hélène, most appreciated 🕊🙏🏻

Comment is about a dance between skies (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

A gorgeous poem RBK

Comment is about a dance between skies (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

Thanks for extra likes: hugh, Holden & Manish. 👍

Comment is about Wishes Come True (blog)

Original item by Tom Doolan

Thank you, Sir @Graham Sherwood
I was trying to capture a feeling that might be quite universal, the quiet loss of confidence in a gift we once believed in.
I also love looking at the sky, especially during moments when I find it hard to be honest with myself, or when the world around feels too heavy to look at.
Something inside me whispers that the most honest things reside up there and somehow, that thought warms my heart.
I suppose that’s why the sky and its clouds can feel so inspirational—they reflect back the thoughts we sometimes can’t say aloud.

Comment is about “I Don’t Believe in My Wings” (blog)

Original item by Yanma Hidayah

Well written and good sense, Stuart.

Comment is about Stopping the Cuts (blog)

Original item by Stuart Vanner

Thank you, Graham. That's very kind. Once I got going, I tried (!) to tip my hat to Larkin's style a bit and I'm pleased with the poem. But where did it come from? We go back to the poem that you just posted.

David- I think that Larkin would have liked to be Eric Morecambe, at least for a day. Perhaps he could have tried a double act with Ted Hughes. But who would have been the straight man?

And my thanks to all who liked this.

Comment is about According to the poet (blog)

Original item by Stephen Gospage

Thanks for likes: Red Brick Keshner, Yanma Hidayah & Cryptid. 👍

Comment is about Wishes Come True (blog)

Original item by Tom Doolan

Thank you Stephen and Yanma for the flowers.

David

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AMMb9CiScI

Comment is about The nutritional value of a bullet (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Hi Stephen,

I can never look at Larkin without thinking of Eric Morcambe.

Both genius in their own way.

David RL Moore

Comment is about According to the poet (blog)

Original item by Stephen Gospage

You’re right, of course, Stephen. On the other hand, I could see Guinness Super Strength getting an outing.

Comment is about HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

An interesting concept, I don't have any either but I do like looking up at the clouds. They are inspirational!

Comment is about “I Don’t Believe in My Wings” (blog)

Original item by Yanma Hidayah

Excellent Stephen. I was about to write I particularly like the first verse but they are all as good as each other, not a bad note played! Well done. G

Comment is about According to the poet (blog)

Original item by Stephen Gospage

An interesting thought, Ray. The idea has never occured to me, but perhaps I'm too satisfied with anonymity.
Enjoyed the poem. Perhaps Pam Ayres could give it a go.....

Comment is about Fame (blog)

Original item by Ray

Thanks for the comment, Stephen. Never stop, never give up!

Thanks also for the likes from Nigel Astell, Red Brick Keshner, Aisha Suleman, Holden Moncrieff, K. Lynn, and Yanma Hidayah

Comment is about Another Word (blog)

Original item by John Gilbert Ellis

An intriguing poem about the joys and frustrations of writing, Graham. It is still a mystery to me where the words come from, and a disappointment that they are often so inadequate. But at least they come, for now.

Comment is about Lifeblood (blog)

Original item by Graham Sherwood

I love this one, John. I suppose with Guiness it's full or zero - 'Guinness Light' just wouldn't cut it.

Comment is about HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

Thank you for your kind thoughts, Graham and Tom. And thanks for the Likes, Redbrick, New Shoes, David and Cryptid.

Comment is about HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

Good morning Graham,

I think I understand the feeling which you have managed to capture with your words here.

Every time I pen what I refer to as an ugly poem (which I seem to do too often) it takes something from me, some effort, maybe some hope, it doesn't make me feel good in myself. Although I can take satisfaction in something that has captured my thoughts.

I often then turn to nature or love or the every day mundane things which bring pleasure, I'll craft a few lines accordingly having exposed myself to the good things life has to offer.

No sooner have I written a handful of such I am then disappointed with their seeming triviality in a world of serious issues which beg attention.

It is a futile battle, one we probably should ignore...personally I feel their has to be balance and that in some way the entire undertaking is ridiculous.

I enjoyed your poem.

David RL Moore

Comment is about Lifeblood (blog)

Original item by Graham Sherwood

This poem was inspired by a dialogue between Aurora and Maleficent in one of the most poignant scenes from the film Maleficent:
Aurora: “Do all the fair people have wings?”
Maleficent: “Most do.”
Aurora: “Then why don’t you? All the other fairies fly.”
Maleficent: “I had wings once. They were stolen from me—that’s all I wish to say about it.”
Aurora: “What color were they? Were they big?”
Maleficent: “So big, they dragged behind me when I walked. And they were strong. They could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds. And they never faltered, not even once. I could trust them.”

Comment is about “I Don’t Believe in My Wings” (blog)

Original item by Yanma Hidayah

Many thanks to RBK, Graham, Tom, Cryptid and Holden for the likes.

I have done some background on the Gaza Humanitarian Foundation, their short history makes for interesting reading. Many of it's personnel having come from military backgrounds of multiple nations, primarily the US and UK.

I am very interested in the recruitment of those they have engaged as armed security guards. I have a suspicion that there may well be a level of collusion between these entities and the IDF when it comes to the killing of those arriving to collect aid.

I would very much like to know what the orders of engagement are for the armed civilian contractors upon Palestinians. Where their weapons are sourced and which authority licences them. Historically foreigners cannot operate inside Gaza without licence from Israeli authorities. In that regard, conditions of use have to be agreed upon before the issuing of licence...I wonder what they are? I suspect it's just the wild west out there atm.

As an aside, although I was once a "fighting man" I am sickened to my stomach when I hear civilians chanting for the death of anyone, whether that be the IDF collectively or Hamas. What repulses me more that anything about such careless incitement is that those doing so would be the least likely to commit the act themselves, rather expecting someone else to bloody their hands on their behalf.

Things are far more complex than calling for the death of those representing an organisation, nation or religious grouping. Those within such collectives remain individual human beings with independent identities. It's far too easy to call for death to those who can be branded collectively. Let us not forget where such rhetoric has led us before.

David RL Moore

Thank's to RBK, Graham and John for taking time to comment, much appreciated.

Comment is about The nutritional value of a bullet (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Challenging, as ever, David.


“international community”—a technical term referring to the U.S. government and whoever goes along with it.”
― Noam Chomsk

Comment is about The nutritional value of a bullet (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

A grand tune John. You made an Irishman very thirsty. Sláinte. 🍺

Comment is about HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

The pair of them are both as black as coal
Whether “full fat” or sans alcohol

Anyone who can get away with these lyrics deserves a like from me!! A real boy on the black stuff JC

Comment is about HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

For obvious reasons David, I’ve still got Neil Young growling in my ears and I can hear him reciting this too!!
As usual (sometimes) you make us feel really uncomfortable. Good on yer!!

Comment is about The nutritional value of a bullet (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Many Thanks to you both

Comment is about Am I Enough? (blog)

Original item by Pinnochio

This is a haunting, visceral meditation on violence cloaked as salvation where each line burns with a grim irony that’s impossible to ignore. The metaphor of a bullet as sustenance is searing, a brutal indictment of how suffering and death are sometimes dressed in the garb of deliverance. It’s powerful, unsettling, and deeply human in its raw confrontation of despair and of art that demands reflection, not comfort. 🌷🕊️🙏🏻RBK

Comment is about The nutritional value of a bullet (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Thanks for likes: Heverson Santana & Holden. 👍

Comment is about Social Media Man (blog)

Original item by Tom Doolan

A dramatisation in the form of Shakespearean sonnet that is somewhat theatrical exploring the events, implications, and anticipations of the June 30th, 1613, fire that destroys William Shakespeare’s beloved Globe Theatre during a performance of Henry VIII when cannon shots set fire to its thatched roof. 🙏🏻🕊️

Comment is about upon a shot that lit the roof alight; June 29, 1613 (blog)

Original item by Wimpole Street Devils

Thanks all for the likes on the previous version, which didn't seem finished, so I've added a couple of stanzas to make it more balanced.
Rob

Comment is about November Heart (Updated) (blog)

Original item by Rob J Mann

@Auracle
Thank you for your moving comment – your perspective reminds us how multifaceted people can be, even queens. However, I believe you've misunderstood the intention of the poem: it's not about superficiality or mere mockery, but about the courage of a monarch using subtle humour to make a statement – even in the presence of a powerful guest. Humour, too, can be a form of stance.

Comment is about Máxima's Royal Mock (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

Thanks likers. Dog walking is a great way of meeting people, but you have to accept the down side!

Comment is about Dog Walkers (blog)

Original item by Telboy

Thanks @Ray Miller 🌷isn’t that the way more often than not! Brings me back to the preciseness of brevity😃🙏🏻🕊️

Comment is about rusted edges, burning gears (blog)

Original item by Wimpole Street Devils

Enjoyed the read, though I thought the first two stanzas more striking than the rest.

Comment is about rusted edges, burning gears (blog)

Original item by Wimpole Street Devils

Good poem, I enjoyed the 3rd and 4th stanzas particularly.

Comment is about To Thine Own Flame (blog)

Original item by Aisha Suleman

Thanks all. Graham, you probably read it right, but Eve Of Destruction is a bit Barry Maguire, or even Harry Maguire.

Comment is about America (blog)

Original item by Ray

A funny and joyous poem, Larisa. Having struggled for years to learn French, I feel your pain!

Comment is about I Learn And Study English (blog)

Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska

Well said, John. We should never stop being curious and moving forward.

Comment is about Another Word (blog)

Original item by John Gilbert Ellis

Thanks Stephen, much appreciate your visiting and commenting.

Thanks to those who have popped by and left flowers.

David

Comment is about The Harrowing (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Hello Larisa,
you wrote a lovely poem. It reminds me of my childhood, when I got to read similar poems about the irregular English plural. Some of them were pages long.

For example:
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes;
but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice;
yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,
and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.

Comment is about I Learn And Study English (blog)

Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska

Ah well....

We, as humans, try to interpret ourselves as best we can, right?

She did something very meaningful for friends of mine. That's what I remember.

Máxima attended a memorial service and listened to a child sing about her dead little brother.

I just came back from professional chess competition. Loek van Wely, former top-10 player said he'd cover for me.

I started playing again during Covid. Sometimes the games would trigger ptsd-like symptoms. Wouldn't be able to sleep for hours and hours.

All of humanity are humans, right? Or is that not a human right anymore?

Comment is about Máxima's Royal Mock (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

Perhaps it can be supposed that our insanity is given some free range in the realm of poetics... licence and justice all rolled into one.

Comment is about today’s battles (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner