"ten lonely wolves"...

devouring an angel.

Very nice

Nice 'conversation',
Pebbles.

May you be warmed by her.

;~)

That pillow next to ours,
we keep there
fluffed
clean
and ready for love...

that lonely pillow
waiting.

Really nice poem, Lily.

Excellent portrait from a painful period in America,
Louis;

you clothed this reader in his uniform,
as he made his choice to fight his northern brother,
and he, in turn, had to fight his southern one.

Much sadness, there, poet.

the title is the poem;

"have you ever"...

indeed

!

"And if you haven't experienced this:

to die
and so to grow,
you're only a stranger on this dark Earth."

Goethe.

..."into the light of sadness"...

exactly...

...and write poetry...

an engaging piece of writing, Sean...

"seared" words
scarred...

misjudged...

a thrilling piece, Rachel,
from a poetess with material
for a thousand poems of hurt and love...

I'm ashamed to admit it,
but I'm dense on this piece,
and I want so terribly to understand
and appreciate these words.

a piece of deep emotion and pain;

one hopes the last line
will be fulfilled in poetic form, only.
;~)

a touching humanity, here,
Dorothy

just lovely, Dorothy

Very intriguing, Alan,
and well crafted and formed.

The last stanza puzzles
by its seeming intimations
of paradox 'tween beauty and darkness.

you make me hear
these unheard voices;

you make light and dawn rise

for them...

...she said
as I slipped on the rocks...
crushing my better senses.

;~)

well...I'll be...taken
again
by your poetry;

why does it happen?

never mind;

it's good.

No you don't.
;~)

For a 15 year old,
you hold mature poetic emotion,
thought, and their fine expression.

Really nice poetry.

I believe I hear that child.

My poet travels with you, poet...

through all your pains and sorrows,
through all your joys and smiles;

I'm with you, poet,
as you realize yourself.

What else can I say, poet?

I care very much for you, poet.

I see the poem in the title,
and they are words I love.

Into fantasies and dreams
much energy of mind will teem,
of powers good and evil …
and if not aware of what is what,
you’ll think there are gods and devils
pulling strings from realms un-seen.

The mind’s capacity for make-believe
the ‘man of cloth’ will use and you deceive,
and with ‘man in power’ himself in need
of others to manipulate, control, and bleed,
will ensure with promises and threats
of other kinds of re-births and of fiery deaths,
that you behave, think, and speak
in manners un-aware, to keep you weak.

Once this you see, the strings you cut,
symbolic’ly …and to your mind
and heart you turn …to find …
what it really means to be man kind.

You’ll have a chance to join the class
of people who together sing and dance
throughout this world, through all a season,
about a future free for heart and reason.

The poet has come to some self-realization;

the poem shows he has grown
into a human being greater
than before "she".

Loss is that.

...a poet sits
through the night...

...he longs...

...she becomes...

...a lovely poem...

...and the bow’s arrow flew
so much farther than could be heard
the tap of the drum’s thump thump thump...

no warning sounded...as I fell...like some enemy...

One welcomes jacko's continued writings
dealing with cleaning up the troubled past.

One reads with interest what may come next.
One is with him.

Hello.

Highly-evolved thumbs
tied a frilly bow in knots
too tightly on this poem;

my clumsy thumbs fumble
in attempt to unwrap the words,

yet I like the ribbon’s color,
and the shiny seasoned paper
I’ve torn for just a little peek.

yes,
Mother Earth weeps for her misbehaving children,
and the Cosmos weeps for Mother Earth.

Well captured, poet.

glad you posted it;

shows your poet's ruminations
as you move through life,
through sun and rain,
darkness and light.

I enjoy these type of word-pictures
reflecting on one's place in space and time.

A beautiful poem, Pebbles.

me happy now

me wants to be best man at the wedding

me happy now

I seek to extract poetry sounding by cosmic note ~

I am a human being involved in Earth’s affairs,
but I sense rhythms, out there, calling my heart,

as it, too, reaches for those lovely, elusive notes.

beastienne recognizing
and acknowledging beast;

poetess writing it down

a human triptych...

the middle 'panel' of which is the Self;

a portrait, or description,
by a woman in contact with herself.

"what did love do for you
but leave you in the shade
of your youth"

very nice, Raitch

and the ending of the piece
which I hope will come true

Dennis, dear poet,
you are very special,
with a poetic voice so caring
about the humanity in all of us;

your message is really one of freedom
for all to realize their hidden potentials,
and I want to thank you for what you write.

It's quite lovely, really.

A declaration of emancipation
in poetic form from ‘that girl’
to the one who used to “tie” her
by “abuse” and throat’s “noose”
now lifted for her to breathe free
and speak of who she used to be.

What could be more beautiful?

one doesn't necessarily approve of affairs,
but you're one cool metallic mistress