Hello Larisa,
That's not a problem at all. Anyone can write what he/she wants and how he/she wants. I just wanted to see some sense in that very line and that word didn't make sense to me at all. That's why I asked you. What did you mean instead at this point?
Best regards,
Rolph

Comment is about I Get Up In The Morning Before The Dawn ... (blog)

Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska

When the lilac tree spread its petals in May
All the people around become nicer and kind
And I feel that brighter days come each day.
And only clever thoughts are on my mind.


When acacia blossoms, I lose my mind,
The whole world becomes warmer,
A smell like this you will never find.
The swallows are the May informer.


When the wind plays with the trees
And tickles the young leaves,
I am so happy to see the bees
Which pollination gives.

When a thunderstorm plays its game,
When roses open their petals
It looks as if magic morning came,
They have to stop all the battles.

When you perform the spring plays
In my favorite city, Odessa,
And May turns all into light rays.
And blossoms my Principessa-Odessa.


When the stars shine in the dark sky,
When the spring cuddles my shoulders,
To draw a picture of a sunset, I try,
The pictures of May are my holders.


I remember when birds still sang,
When life was pleased with its novel.
And now I only hear the rockets bang.
Though I am not going to grovel.


When streets are full of pigeons,
When people do not fight,
When all the city regions
Sleep peacefully at night.

Comment is about I Am So Happy To See The Bees (blog)

Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska

Thank you Aisha and Holden for your 🌷, too. I really appreciate it.
Take care,
cheerio,
Rolph

Comment is about No More Crumbs! (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

Good morning, Uilleam,
Thank you for your kind words! I found it fascinating how the term “Hochstapler” (someone who pretends to be something he/she is not) carries a very different meaning in German than what “impostor syndrome” means in English. At first, I misunderstood your use of the term — until I looked it up and realised you meant something quite the opposite, viz “I am something, but I don’t believe I have the right to be.”
Your final line — “WELL COBBLERS TO 'EM!” — also initially threw me off. I mistakenly connected it to the German saying “Schuster, bleib bei deinen Leisten” (“Shoemaker, stick to your last”), but of course, you meant something entirely different here, too: more like “That’s enough — I’m claiming my space now!”
So in just a few lines, you taught me something new about cultural and linguistic differences. Thank you for that, and for your comment and 🌷!

Kind regards,
Rolph

Comment is about No More Crumbs! (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

Dear Rolph!
I am so sorry for writing this foolish thing. Of course, I didn't mean an old lady. It was my mistake.
Regards, Larisa

Comment is about I Get Up In The Morning Before The Dawn ... (blog)

Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska

This is inspirational. It would lend well to audio. Nicely done.

Comment is about Your Own Way (blog)

Original item by Aisha Suleman

I am always surprised to note how contentment colours the poet’s words. There is a glow in this.

Comment is about Choosing Light (blog)

Original item by Alexandra K. Parapadakis

Thanks all for likes and comments.
Explanation of this poem to follow.

Comment is about Call Yourself a Poet? (blog)

Original item by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Och awa’ wi ye Graham - aw’ve nae cause tae be frit o’ the Flower o’ Scoatland! We boath gang back an awfu’ lang way!
Though I thank ye for y'r kind comment.

https://youtu.be/dMzQiu2mUlE?list=PL9n8fNFZ2frRzSh7UEEij1hIaNWyeFCF1

Comment is about Call Yourself a Poet? (blog)

Original item by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Many thanks to both Stephens for commenting on this piece, which is both a sad reflection on my formative years and cathartic at the same time. It was one of my entries for the Echoes competition, but not worthy of a mention. 😮

Comment is about Echoes of Childhood (blog)

Original item by Rob J Mann

Too often in life, and from an early age, I've suffered from a kind of "impostor syndrome", a voice in my head telling me to quieten down, to go away, to not make a fuss.
WELL COBBLERS TO 'EM!

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Comment is about No More Crumbs! (blog)

Original item by Rolph David

How true, Aisha.
It's so easy to play "follow the leader", instead of thinking for oneself, especially if doing so makes one appear popular or needed.

Comment is about Your Own Way (blog)

Original item by Aisha Suleman

Hope u like , love for ur reviews in comments😊

Comment is about Memories (blog)

Original item by LITTLE MISCHIEVIOUS SOUL

Thanks for the like Aisha

David

Comment is about Shifting Sand (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Good morning Stephen,
What struck me most about Lines of Love is how gently you capture devastation. There’s a quiet ache running through the poem—the way war creeps in and unthreads not only the world but the warmth between two people. The image of the once-sweet lines of love now lying in tatters is especially powerful; it says so much about the fragility of hope when placed beside something as brutal as war.
Your use of repetition gives the piece a haunting rhythm, almost like a lullaby turned elegy. It made me feel the closeness that once was—and the chill that now surrounds it. Thank you for giving voice to a kind of grief that often goes unsaid: the slow fading of intimacy under the weight of fear and distance.
Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about Lines of Love (blog)

Original item by Stephen Gospage

Good morning Uilleam,
Your haiku "Bigots [No.19]" struck me with its sharp brevity and biting wit. The red initials G, B, and N didn’t go unnoticed—they instantly brought GB News to mind, and the clever wordplay in Great British Numpties made the critique land all the harder. It’s a perfect satirical twist on the kind of nationalist branding that so often goes unchallenged.
The image of "snouts in troughs of ignorance" is both grotesque and poetic. It paints a vivid picture of willful blindness, of people who not only accept ignorance but gorge on it—nourished by fear, prejudice, and media that panders to their narrow views. That you managed to distill this into just seventeen syllables is a testament to your craft.
The final line, "Sweet summer of bliss!", reads to me as beautifully sarcastic—there’s peace, sure, but it’s the peace of those lulled into complacency by their own misinformation. It’s as if ignorance has become their vacation, their reward. That tension between apparent calm and underlying decay makes the haiku resonate all the more.
Thank you for this piece—precise, political, poetic. A small poem with a loud voice.

Comment is about Haiku for 2025 [No.19. Bigots] (blog)

Original item by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thank you, Stephen.

Comment is about THE LEGEND - JACKSON LAMB (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

A strong, moving piece, Rob. It made me think, 'I feel your pain', although I was fortunate enough not to have a childhood like this.
A tough read, but more than worth it.

Comment is about Echoes of Childhood (blog)

Original item by Rob J Mann

Very well written, Uilleam.

Comment is about Call Yourself a Poet? (blog)

Original item by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Enjoyed this very much, John. Top class stuff.

Comment is about THE LEGEND - JACKSON LAMB (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

Thank you, Marla

Comment is about They're a No for Today (blog)

Original item by Yanma Hidayah

Thanks @Rolph David🌷🕊️🙏🏻 it was good to be able to word the feelings in some way. 🌷

Comment is about unrelenting horizon (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

A powerful piece, Rob. 👏

Comment is about Echoes of Childhood (blog)

Original item by Rob J Mann

I think I must be missing something - almost a thousand pieces entered and these are the chosen few? How bad must the others have been?

Comment is about Di Slaney wins Write Out Loud’s ‘Echoes’ competition with ‘Dolly Parton’s wig’ - in memory of a ‘dear friend and inspiration’ (article)

Original item by Greg Freeman

nice

Comment is about A Poem For Your Pocket (blog)

Original item by julie callaghan

“Hem of your dress”- God’s

Comment is about Prayers Everywhere (blog)

Original item by Robert C Gaulke

Hi Larisa,
What do you mean by "gammer" in your third stanza?
For me, a gammar is an old lady, a granny, but it makes no sense here.

Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about I Get Up In The Morning Before The Dawn ... (blog)

Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska

Hey Rick,
I just read Unrelenting Horizon and wanted to say how much it really hit me. You captured that heavy, restless feeling of waking up trapped in the endless cycle of routine so vividly—like the weight of everything presses down before the day even begins. The way you describe the morning sun exposing the quiet surrender felt deeply honest and raw. It’s a powerful reminder of how exhausting the chase can be, even when we barely notice it. Thanks for putting those feelings into words so beautifully.
Regards,
Rolph

Comment is about unrelenting horizon (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

Thank you so much Rolph & Uilleam for your brilliantly astute comments. I was a bit unsure to whether the sarcasm would be fully realised! I find it absurd that I felt that I had to write something like this, it shouldn't be happening! 😢
And, R.G. basically, yes, that's Trumps vision: they'll love it! He once said... Now there's sarcasm! 😳
And thanks for all the 🌷

Comment is about If only Hitler was as nice (blog)

Original item by Stephen W Atkinson

That’s a very moving thought and thus worded as to remind me of my late grandfather who could only describe his ailment as a niggling “dull ache.” A most appreciated visit and comment @DRL Moore🌷🕊️🙏🏻

Comment is about unrelenting horizon (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

I like this Uilleam. Just remember that among the flowers thistles may grow! Tread with careful steps.

Comment is about Call Yourself a Poet? (blog)

Original item by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Hi Marly,

A lovely poem which captures the necessity of living in hope.

Many say that hope is a dangerous thing, personally I feel there has to be a balance. There is too much of surrender in living without hope, too much cynicism...too much decline.

Poems offering and suggesting hope are very necessary in times of despair.

David

Comment is about Yes, I'm Blind (blog)

Original item by Marla Joy

Hi RBK,

This is a feeling very well expressed.

I suspect many feel similar but would not be so well able to express that dull ache, as you have here.

David

Comment is about unrelenting horizon (blog)

Original item by Red Brick Keshner

Hi Uilleam,

Maybe a nod to Robert Frost there.

I think this is a great summation of a more satisfying way of living. It certainly makes for a more interesting and colourful journey, even if that journey is sometimes arduous.

Nice one.

David RL Moore

Comment is about Call Yourself a Poet? (blog)

Original item by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

I've often seen the question asked "how do we know we're not dreaming?" What's "reality"?
Perhaps leaving your mark on a piece of paper or a screen which someone else can see and respond to, is a successful enough description?

Comment is about Among the leaves (blog)

Original item by Alita Moore

An interesting poem.
The phrase “he / she produces more heat than light” is often used in a disparaging way.

But, you say that you “can feel the light”, which suggests to me in a positive way, that someone is producing a warmth which is guiding you?

Comment is about Yes, I'm Blind (blog)

Original item by Marla Joy

I get up in the morning before dawn,
I watch the spring in a beautiful gown.
I open my door very wide,
To watch the summer like a bride.

The moments of love and peace,
The moments I'd love to increase.
The dear moments of happiness,
The bad moments of sadness.

I walk together with summer,
I watch nature's colorful gamma.
I feel myself to be in a fairy tale,
I have the greatest wish to sail.

In the ocean I sail and dream,
My feelings look like a sunbeam.
I go through the strings of my heart.
The color chart has broken apart.

The reality has left my dreams,
Monsters have come, it seems.
And now I should bitterly weep.
It could only be better to sleep.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska

Comment is about I Get Up In The Morning Before The Dawn ... (blog)

Original item by Larisa Rzhepishevska

It's the richness and variety of life that makes our planet unique and supports all living things

Thought provoking poem Naomi.

Comment is about BIOLOGICAL DIVERSITY (blog)

Original item by Naomi

well crafted poem about the strength of being able to grieve and accept. Nicely done.

Comment is about They're a No for Today (blog)

Original item by Yanma Hidayah

Very nicely done and touching. I wonder about switching from her to your in last line, however, you paint a picture that can be seen and felt.

Comment is about Prayers Everywhere (blog)

Original item by Robert C Gaulke

Thankyou, Graham. I shall cherish the moniker.

Comment is about THE LEGEND - JACKSON LAMB (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

I find that existing is impossible to describe. I try to with a lot of my poems, but I always fail. There is an innate discrepancy between not existing, the realities in our minds, and the rythme of reality. There are indescribable aspects to each of these states of being. I do generally believe in the soul, but I can't describe it.

Comment is about Among the leaves (blog)

Original item by Alita Moore

I appreciate the comment, Uilleam.

I've enjoyed countless hours of treasured solitude staring over the sea between passages of a good book just letting ideas wash over me like water--there is no more peaceful sight in the world to me.

Thanks all for reading and for the evidence that my entry made an impression 🌷

Comment is about on the waterfront (blog)

Original item by Landi Cruz

John you’re not called’ Limbo Coopey’ for nothing 😇

Comment is about THE LEGEND - JACKSON LAMB (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

Many thanks, Graham. It helps that I set a low bar.

Comment is about THE LEGEND - JACKSON LAMB (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

I have to agree with David. One of your best JC

G

Comment is about THE LEGEND - JACKSON LAMB (blog)

Original item by John Coopey

Thanks to Stephen, much appreciated.

Thanks for all the likes.

David

Comment is about Shifting Sand (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Cheers, guys.

Comment is about Aching Memory Holes (blog)

Original item by Robert C Gaulke

beautifully evocative

Comment is about Shifting Sand (blog)

Original item by David RL Moore

Thankyou, David, Uilleam and Telboy. And for the Likes, Redbrick and Holden.
The books are brilliantly written by Mick Herron and there are 7/8 in the Slough House collection. “Slough House” is about the 7th, the first one being “Slow Horses”. They are stand alone stories but you get a better understanding, Telboy, if you start at the beginning.
Also I would recommend watching the TV series of “Slow Horses” first. No-one could envisage the characterization of Jackson Lamb from the novels better than Gary Oldman.

Comment is about THE LEGEND - JACKSON LAMB (blog)

Original item by John Coopey