I really enjoy your views from the same window but I also look forward to when you get to use your poet's eye upon a new scene with your newly honed vision.

Comment is about Arkles Lane Snowfall (blog)

Original item by Mike Bartram

❤️

Comment is about One by One (blog)

Original item by curiousdud3

Thanks Po, I've really struggled to write at all recently so that means a lot. I think our choices are the only thing we can ever truly own 100%, everything else comes and goes.

J. x

Comment is about A Walking (blog)

Original item by Jason Bayliss

A basque is a piece of woman's underwear rather like a corset. They make one look sexy but they hurt like he'll to wear, my advice is not to wear them.

Comment is about d.knape (poet profile)

Original item by d.knape

So beautiful Xoanxo. Thank you. ❤️

Comment is about Don't say a word for now (The reading) (blog)

Original item by Xoanxo

Where am I now?

Comment is about Top Twenty Users (blog)

John,

I can glance over my shoulder and see other Bills. Men who struggled to survive, decent souls who did what they thought was right and despite being impoverished could always express gratitude and behave in a civil manner. Are we talking about an age long since gone, never to be resurrected? Perhaps so. Bill and his kin were truly those who built this nation with hard graft and others who sacrificed their all for what is now our inheritance.

This is a poignant reminder of our hard earned heritage.
Thank you for this
Keith

Comment is about Bill (blog)

Original item by John E Marks

John,

This myriad of haunting scenes and glimpses of times past, filled with so many emotions, too many to absorb, sent me reeling. The poem is like the canopy over an age which is filled with tragedy, which seems to make no sense. Yet the poem causes the reader to swirl in and out of challenging scenes until brought down to earth in a place so recently named and the consequences of man's betrayal of himself. The last two lines are menacing to the mind. This is what I take from this expertly crafted poem.

Thank you indeed for this. It has planted some seeds in my mind about my own future writings.

Keith

Comment is about IMPERIUM (blog)

Original item by John E Marks

Thanks to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem ?

Comment is about Each Poem Is (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thanks to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem ?

Comment is about Inner Strength (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

This draws you in with the decreasing distance till the dawn.
I kind of hoped it was going to be a beautiful awakening
But the ending takes by surprise and that's very effective too.
A wake up call, and perhaps that's the point.

Comment is about Moon Charm (blog)

Original item by Adam Whitworth

This lovely poem feels like the message of a good friend.

Comment is about Cheer Up (blog)

Original item by Aisha Suleman

Thank you Brian, I like how you put it 'The truth unfolds with intensity as their lives, and mine, get older.' and I guess that's how it should be in all the best stories, a page turner from start to finish and something still to find out all the way until the end.

Comment is about The Gift Of Life (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

"All that there is" is certain...now.

Comment is about Resolution (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Very true and ever on-point. The truth unfolds with intensity as their lives, and mine, get older. We are in this together come what may.

Comment is about The Gift Of Life (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Blue as a colour isn't always bad to be
There's blue as the sky
There's blue as the sea
If right down to your blood you're blue
Then you are royalty.

But if you want to change your colour
Blue and Red is Purple
Blue and Yellow is Green
So if you mix Blue with another hue
You'll blue no longer be.

For the other problems that you face, apart from being blue
I'll hope you'll soon discover ways that you can solve them too.

Comment is about "Blue" (blog)

Original item by J.D. Bardo

Keep writing and keep strong.

Comment is about "Blue" (blog)

Original item by J.D. Bardo

This world is not a perfect one and it has in it far too much of what should never happen and of what would be better not happening. It seems certain that whatever has given you so much suffering and made you judge yourself so despairingly is that type of thing. I am glad to see that you intend to fight back against those demons.

Comment is about One by One (blog)

Original item by curiousdud3

Thank you for all your likes folks.

Comment is about Tulips (blog)

Original item by julie callaghan

Thanks Aviva and Paul for the likes.
Thank you Paul for your lovely colourful and kind comments on my attempts today.

Comment is about Snowdrops (blog)

Original item by julie callaghan

Paul thanks for your comment too, is there even such a thing as a good care home? Even if there might be you still only get what you pay for and I doubt I'll be able to pay for much if it comes to that.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem.

(Sadly Paul's comment is no longer viewable since he left the site)

Comment is about The Gift Of Life (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thank you Stephen for your comment. As you say, it is important to know there are people who need specifically us, We want our children to have a place and person to turn to because we know how important it is.

This poem is also about the emotional connection though, not just the practical one. It is not only practical needs but emotional ones that make our lives no longer our own.

Comment is about The Gift Of Life (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

A truly superb piece of poetry
Heartfelt, well crafted & flowing effortlessly throughout. ??

Comment is about They Come to Me When Things Are Still (blog)

Original item by Kristian Deidre Brown

I see many hopeful seeds in this superbly crafted poem. ?

Comment is about Changing Season (blog)

Original item by Yeama B.

' The young now live with guilt they don't recognize' one of many great lines, Trevor. ?

Comment is about BIG PHARMA' And The FILTHY LUCRE. (blog)

Original item by trevor homer

Lovely poem, Aviva & very true:
Daaad! Me taps leaking! Daaad, can you put a new light up. Daaad.. (and that's just today!).
I go down full of frowns & headshakes, but really I love that she still needs me ? And, of course, we always need them. ❤️

Comment is about The Gift Of Life (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thank you John, and that's a lovely memory which I am happy that you were able to recall and share with this poem. It makes me think forward the almost 40 years that it will be before both of mine are over 52 and I'd be nearing 90. So many uncertainties ahead, its good to know that something is certain, even if its just that I'll always worry about my children.

Comment is about The Gift Of Life (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

The tennis analogy is right in part, MC. But not I would suggest, because of the fewer games played. I would argue it is the “pull” of the player which is paramount. If Federer can sell more tickets, attract more TV deals, attract more sponsorship etc than Serena, he can legitimately command more prize money. If Williams is the bigger draw she deserves more than him.
The biggest wrong, to my mind, is in US football (soccer to them) where the women’s game is far bigger but they are paid less. In this case they should be paid more. The men do not merit even equality of pay.

Comment is about A WORD IN YOUR EAR (blog)

Original item by M.C. Newberry

They were built of better stuff, John.
Lovely tribute.

Comment is about Bill (blog)

Original item by John E Marks

I can relate to this, Aviva. Very moving. And it never passes no matter what age they are.
I remember my mam saying to me that she worried about me.
“Mam” I said “I’m 52!”
Didn’t matter - I was her little boy.

Comment is about The Gift Of Life (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Whenever I have been given or even more rarely get flowers for myself I always keep them until I need the vase for the next bunch.. it can be months or years sometimes. In fact I do have a poem related to that which I might eventually post. And even then, I don't actually throw them away I keep the dried flowerheads as pot pourri.

Comment is about Tulips (blog)

Original item by julie callaghan

If you are centre of the universe then what about me, because I want to be centre of the universe, shall we have a fight. I don't want to as I think you will win. Unless its a food fight. I would win at a food fight. Especially if I buy a bucket of custard.

Comment is about d.knape (poet profile)

Original item by d.knape

Thank you for the information. I did not know I was a cough drop. Have you found your socks yet? Have you ever tried on a basque, I warn you not to, you cannot breathe in them and they break your ribs. Do you think lockdown can make a crazy person crazier? Do you know shower caps are hard to find during lockdown. I again await your response.

Comment is about d.knape (poet profile)

Original item by d.knape

Thanks Aviva, they are not my flowers, I have kept the ones I have until they are at the wither and die stage, not great for a photo.
I feel a poem may be coming from you and your thoughts. Keep painting those nails, I think your fingers safe.... or on safe hands.

Comment is about Tulips (blog)

Original item by julie callaghan

Lovely poem and lovely flowers but...
You have made me think and that is not always a good thing when I think. (trust me on that)

'The life of the plant is in the root and stem and what we take and try to keep is just the part that should have made the plant's survival easier - imagine if we were the same way cultivated just to have our fingers chopped off and put in vases by some other species (or even our own!) - I'm going to stop wearing nail varnish just in case. '

Comment is about Tulips (blog)

Original item by julie callaghan

Thank you

Comment is about Drifting (blog)

Original item by Rick Varden

Thank you Aviva

Comment is about Drifting (blog)

Original item by Rick Varden

I smell something fishy
Some palms have been greased
Investigate the relationship
Between Chippy and Police!

Comment is about A false call to the police but they were not caught out (blog)

Original item by hugh

What a heart-catching tale, told so melodically and well. I love the transition of sounds and pace in this part to reflect the sudden turbulence and power of the storm.

I remember well the
Day it came
The clouds that brought the
Storm that changed
The summer sky and
Satin breeze to
Pouring
Pounding
Pelting rain

Comment is about They Come to Me When Things Are Still (blog)

Original item by Kristian Deidre Brown

Thanks for reading & tapping the Like, John ?

Comment is about Mr Rhubarb (blog)

Original item by Stephen W Atkinson

LOL John! Nothing like being stalked by "mans best friend" while enjoying a bite.

Cheers!

Comment is about Feeding Time (blog)

Original item by Mike McPeek

Hi, Stephen! Thanks for your welcoming comment on my profile ? I’ve really enjoyed reading through yours! In particular, your segment “About each poem”- learning about where an artist finds their inspiration is one of my very favorite things! Your concepts are thought provoking and nostalgic. Looking forward to reading more of your pieces!

Kristian ?

Comment is about Stephen W Atkinson (poet profile)

Original item by Stephen W Atkinson

I'm all I have for me
A friend, lover and my kindred self
A monster like devil attacks
Built a fort he can't break
But from windows he slyly approach
Won't kill him for anything
He will die his own death
Or when from outside he will be attacked
As for now I have comfort in me
Don't need anybody
I have an angel mother in me
I have an innocent self being protected by forces heavenly
So demons can try and make me weep
But they can't attain any victory in destroying me
So the story begins.

Comment is about They Come to Me When Things Are Still (blog)

Original item by Kristian Deidre Brown

Thank you Stephen once again for taking time to comment.
There are a lot of reassurances built into this poem (how I comprehend it when I wrote it and when I read it) but I am glad to know that reassurance carries across to the reader too.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem. ?

Comment is about The Strength Least Expected (blog)

Original item by Aviva Rifka Bhandari

You're right about the music of trains, Philipos. They also have their own mesmeric scent. If I could bottle that mix of smoke, oil and steam I could be a millionaire.
And thanks for the Likes, Julie, Stephen and Aviva and Dean.

Comment is about THE MOORLAND TRAIN (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

I'm still waiting my vaccinations
and the protection that they accord
(Though I'm delighted to hear you've had your turn)
But I can't think of Spanish vacations
Spanish Omelette is all I can afford
(But I'm happy you're better off, live as you earn ?)

Comment is about First Jab (blog)

Original item by Trevor Alexander

I certainly concur about equality before the law and its administration,
which, of course, includes who does what and gets paid what.
Same pay for the same work (*). But the word has been adopted as
a means of manipulation.. I see it skewed "to suit" in life..
(*) When pro.female tennis players demand pay on a par with the
male participants in the sport, then playing the same number of games to the same level of intensity would be a start. But then that probably sees me fall foul of those other skewed words: sexism and
racism. Hey-ho. Blanket commodity - it is not. You're right there.

Comment is about A WORD IN YOUR EAR (blog)

Original item by M.C. Newberry

Trains make their own kind of music John.

When I was on a long visit to South Africa some years ago I had one of my poems published in an enthusiast's magazine.

However, I did enjoy your Johnny Cash rendition especially.

P

Comment is about THE MOORLAND TRAIN (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

Well done, Trev. But stay careful - it's not over yet.

Comment is about First Jab (blog)

Original item by Trevor Alexander

Too right, Mike. I never fully understood the phrase "undivided attention" until I saw my daughter's dog watching me eat.

Comment is about Feeding Time (blog)

Original item by Mike McPeek