Again I find imilarities in your words with my own life, I hated the Cardiff/Barry accent which is a mere 40 miles from the valleys where I live in South Wales. And yet I ended up married to a Barry lad!
Some great imagery here, I loved the chewing gum popping.
Light and humerous, light hearted rhyme scheme that jobs along. Nicely done!
{c:rose:}This gives me an odd sense of shakespear!
You have some wonderful touches here, language used cries out your love. This is a fantastic tribute. Beautifully written, although I feel that in some places, here and there, it felt the tiniest bit staged, dramatised, Shakepearean.
Overall, this sings praises and dedication to someone whom it is obvious you love dearly.
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This is a wonderful collection of poetry. Very diverse, the topics varying and always something new that catches my eye, an individual flair and original detailing.
There are some wonderful pieces here, you have a real talent for poetry!
This is sweet, it reminds me how everything seems so different in the night, when shadows play tricks and things just look that much different.
I love the subtle differences here, the changes in light, in tone, and feel. The softened glow of the day against the stark almost cruel hues of the night.
This reminds me so much of when Lee has to spend time away, actually every time he goes to work in the morning!
This is beautiful, I really felt the seperation here, the void that is so evident when a loved one is not there. I love the detailing, the little tiny details that make your works so powerful. You know how your feel and know how to express that onto paper, as if photocopying your heart.
Wonderful piece, one that will remain as an aftertaste for a while to come.
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Who could imagine that hair could be the inspiration for poetry.
I love the soft sesuality here, the sentiments of love, the air born smells and fruity richness of vibrant colours, each different unique and telling their own story.
Being an arachnaphobic I was a little sceptical of peeping in this fine Guest book, but I am sure glad I did.
I love guest books, it gives the reader a chance to say a little something about your port as a whole as well as an excellent starting point to meet new friends.
This gives an unusual and creative perspective on Death.
Again the personification here works really well. The image we get is of a lonely old man, destined to carry out his duties, alone.
This is a haunting image, it almost makes me feel for Death, I almost want to comfort him. it is an image that will linger long after I close the page.
This is a form of poetry I have never tried. The shape of the Prime form is wonderful, the pyramid looks strong, lasts the test of time, which is why the subject Anniversary fits in so wonderfully.
I love the way each line fits on top perfectly, the formation reminds me (especially within the context of the topic) that good solid boundaries are needed.
Sunset is said to be one of the most romantic times of the day, favoured even over sunrise. I know it is my favourite time.
I have often sat and watched the sun dip its lazy head into the sea, slowly dying in its rare bounty of colour, unmatched for its spectacular display. the reds, organges, purples, blues, yellows, gold, streaks of silver that shoot from the tips of the light dusted clouds. It is magical.
"And as the passionate Sun
sets behind the Earth," - passionate sun, what a beautiful image.
Some great imagery here, I love the colour in your poem, I would have loved to have seen much more. It ended (as every sunset does) far too soon.
For me this didn't have the same emotion as I read ion Fervored Flame, there you used your gut reaction to flow accross the page, here it is a little more 'thought' out, the construction is not as free and therefore not as much of 'yourself' is evident. You didnt 'feel' this as much and that is why I havent gotten as much satisfaction in reading it as I did the last poem.
You still have your charm, your style and creativity stamped upon it with a good mixture of visual imagery and sensual side that I see in so many of your other works. But for me it is repetitive and not from the gut. I would love to come back and see that same spark added that lit the fire under Fervored Flame.
Overall a good poem with lots to excite the imagination.
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Another line and that page would have burst into flames. This is heavy with passion, it is seductive and raunchy, a hotbed of love.
You almost make love to the page. No reader will read this and be calmed, this heats up the iciest of hearts, no one could resist this spice.
This is a visual and emotional treat. The senses are not just tickled but are aroused. Fantastic writing here, and it is fantastic because it came from deep down in that dark unimaginable place inside of you where all your emotions are brewed in a mass melting pot. Your love for your husband is more than evident here, you can taste it, you can smell it, you can hear it.
This poem has the Wow factor.
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This rhyminf Actrostic trips wonderfully from the page the readers mind. Do watch some of the rhyme scheme though in parts where is it weak, or overbearing. i.e
"In a flash, words appear on a brightly lit screen,
Naturally, she downs another cup of caffeine.
Gloating, the muse remains unseen." The Rhyme scheme is a little offkey here - I know this is because of the extra line in Decathlon. But it just feels that little bit forced.
I love the idea of both your husband and your muse at your side, personifying muse here fits beautifully.
I have always marvelled at those who can master the many forms of poetry, and you have certainly succeeded in getting to grips with the Acrostic.
This is a form I have experimented with myself and find it challenging and rewarding (when I get it right). Here your poems flows wonderfully accross the page, narrating the story, filling us witha visual feast.
My favourite line has got to be -
"Tumbling among her dreams" - what an image this brings, this is beautiful!
It is not often I see Death personified in poetry, in fact I was beginning to think I was a dying race giving Death breath where no breath should be.
You have some beautiful touches here. I especially liked -
"Death’s cold hand brushes
his pale cheek." This is so visual, I can see the icy hand brushing over the pale skin.
You did a great job! Write on!
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I didnt quite get the range and depths of emotions that one feels when they feel utterly alone and completely lonely. The pain, the rage, the silence that booms so loudly inside that your whole body shakes with it. The craving, almost desperation in the search for a release from it.
I love the caged image, this about sums up that feeling, that trapped image.
Being brought up as a Christian myself I found this piece very interesting and inspiring.
I too have always found that I have not been able to give myself fully to Christ and Christianity, there has always been something that has held me back. As a child I gave myself willingly, went to Sunday school, leanrt about Jesus, then went to church and was in the choir there and got Confirmed. But even then something held me back. I have always wanted to be like the rest of my family who dedicate their lives to Christ. My uncle is a priest and my uncle is a part time monk (there is a special word for it but it means that he is a Benadictine monk who lives outside of the monestary and works within the community, he still practices all of the Benedictine rules apart from silence, although he does do silent meditation when he is alone) My Mam attends church and is in the choir there every Sunday but I think even she holds back something.
This piece gave me a better understanding on how close we are to Christ. How God molded us in his image. His love holds no bounds. I could relate to this.
I have recently gotten married to the most wonderful man and we chose to do that in church vowing our love to God, I felt him all around me that day, and this just reaffirms that presence in everything we do.
I really enjoyed this and it has inspired me, your easy to understand writing style has offered me the chance to re-evaluate the bond I have with God and I can now look with more certainty on his love for me and mine for him.
Thank you so much for a wonderful read and the inspiration.
God be with you!
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This is fantastic! A real insight into the man behind the words.
It is always that page in a book that states 'about the author' that I sometimes find the most facinating, that glimpse into how that person works, what makes him tick and most importantly what makes him write that grips me the most.
I always have had a facination with people. I am scared of them no terrofied of them. I stay indoors instead of going out, but I study them, I look at the way they move, how they react, how they make gestures. It is a treat then to read something that tells me all I want to know about a person. I feel it makes me a better person and a better writer.
I felt a strange connection with you here, maybe it's the fact that I too was in a relationship where I was told that I was worthless, that people disliked me, that my writing is a heap if rubbish and was even banned from writing all-together, or maybe it is the fact that you write for at least some of the same reasons and want to convey some of the same images, the unrest in the world, the rage and savegery, the tiny ordinary things that make each person tick. Emotions, feelings, desires and wants, pains and distractions.
This piece gave me more than a hundred of yur works could have, this is you raw and wounded on the page letting each reader pick at your carcas and tear the meat from your bones. This is not characterisation, this is you.
Excellent piece. I was facinated.
Write on!
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This is a very interesting poem. Adding both the present and the past in one piece.
I have never read those early versions of Riding Hood but it would be very interesting to read them, I have always thought there much more to the story than a simple fairytale.
I like you say it as it is style. Laying it bare for all to see.
This is a good and interesting read! I must learn more on the older versions of Riding hood, it seems there is indeed much more.
Write on!
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A very grim look on today's society, but all too very true.
I felt rather guilty reading this piece, the number of times I have walked on by when I see a beggar on the street, walked by without looking, half in fear, half in denial. This piece took all those times and brought me face to face with them and I feel the guilt of it.
All too often we look but don't see. This is a great way of giving us a reality check. The stark reality of the pain and misery all around us when we are cosy in our beds.
The rhyme scheme only added to that bitter taste that leaves me wanting to go grab the next homeless person I see and feed and clothe and give a bed for the night to.
A wonderful tribute to nature in all its awe inspiring beauty.
I really enjoyed this poem I loved the rhyming couplets they swayed effortlessly over the page enhancing the flow of the piece. It is always a danger in this form of poetry to overdo the rhyme scheme so that it becomes forced, there is no danger here, the flow fits soothingly and as peacefully as the rhythm of nature itself.
My favourite lines are -
"Many secrets the Universe holds,
the answers I seek, but are never told." - Beautiful.
A fantastic read!
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