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Words of Solace (Poems of Comfort)


JohnCreekmore
Thu May 25 22:34:34 2017

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My Review of 581. Hush Man In The Mirror by Profanisaurus
Reflection
I think this one must be interpreted psychologically. The man in the mirror seems to be that part of the speaker's mind which is sometimes called "the critic." It is that part of us which magnifies our failures, real and imagined, and never takes note of our successes. It is ever alert, searching for imperfections. I think the speaker is using metaphor when he talks of physically annihilating this presence. What is healthy is that he has at least identified it and intends to destroy its power over him. Some people remain its victims for a lifetime. An interesting, perceptive piece, this.

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JohnCreekmore
Thu May 25 22:19:06 2017

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My Review of PAIN by kitty
Good question
When will it end, indeed, Kitty. The words are certainly appropriate when thinking of the horror in Manchester. "Our world evolves round suffering and pain." When will it end?

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JohnCreekmore
Mon May 22 23:12:32 2017

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My Review of
Out of Love (Emptiness)
by Littlesong
Bereft
There is an air of bereavement about this offering, if not for an actual death, then for a loss for which there seems to be no healing. The emptiness of the title is very apparent throughout the first two stanzas: "Something has changed, something has gone,/ something is wounded...". It is as though a corner has been turned, after which that which was most valued is a thing of the past. "Admired love is written;/ with faded sighs." The last verse has the somber image of the smell of the sun over the dry grass awakening autumn to the moment of life. This is almost a death image, perhaps inferring the death of a relationship. The poem's end provides no relief, the poet speaking of personal failure and "falling into a billion pieces." Not a happy offering, this one, but then, neither were most of Poe's. The imagery alone makes it worth the read. Good work.

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JohnCreekmore
Sat May 20 22:49:27 2017

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My Review of On Wings of Love by JimSlaughter
Hang in there
Hope springs eternal, as it is said. Better late than never, as it is also said. The only thing that will surely prevent it is giving up. Good luck.

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JohnCreekmore
Thu May 18 22:53:31 2017

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My Review of Sonnet- XXVI by darkelegy
Shakespearean
This is a beautiful, well thought out sonnet in the Shakespearean mold. In line 6, however, I feel that "walketh" should be simply "walk," with "'neath" changed to "beneath" to preserve the meter.

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JohnCreekmore
Wed May 17 22:34:03 2017

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My Review of Let It by SketerMichaels
Now
Abiding in the now may be the single most difficult task in this life. The mind is always seeking some kind of stimulation impatiently, regarding the moment as emptiness, even death. I liked the line, "Permit it and give it time to synthesize." If this could be done consistently, there would be no such thing as fear. For this moment alone is real.

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JohnCreekmore
Wed May 17 22:22:14 2017

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My Review of The Guardian by fraido
A Presence
Because the word "Guardian" is capitalized, the first impulse is to assume this sparely worded, well thought out poem is about God, which may be the case. On the other hand, none of the personal pronouns mentioned are capitalized, which is the customary practice when discussing the Divine. Also, we are told the Guardian's face has been sculpted by natural forces over time, which gives the impression that some kind of physical landmark is being described. Finally, this presence is called "A perpetual sentinel,/ along,/ the causeway, which I am guessing is an actual location. It seems to me, then, that "The Guardian" is some sort of great rock by the sea, which, though affected by the elements to a degree, has remained essentially unchanged. Of course, this very steadfastness could be seen as a symbol for God. Whatever, I liked the work greatly, as much for what it doesn't say as for what it does. Good work.

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JohnCreekmore
Mon May 15 22:35:02 2017

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My Review of Good for Gum by richom
Humorous
A light poem that brings a smile. Still, I can't quite get the picture of an octogenarian with popped gum all over his face.

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JohnCreekmore
Mon May 15 22:31:19 2017

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My Review of The Path Of Right by michaelgallatin
Wisdom
The only value of experience is learning.

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JohnCreekmore
Sun May 14 21:45:14 2017

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My Review of Technology!! by matelotrod
Nefarious machines
Excellent rhyming, Rod. Sometimes I wonder if some of these young people will end up having to have their cell phones surgically removed.

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JohnCreekmore
Sun May 14 21:38:47 2017

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My Review of THE PASSAGE by kitty
Flexibility
Well thought out, Kitty. The next to last verse is the key to the work; above all, be adaptable. It's what has kept me going.

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JohnCreekmore
Sun May 14 21:31:26 2017

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My Review of Pointless Drivel by SketerMichaels
Nothing is wasted
I wrote a poem last week in which the words almost leaped to my pen. Tonight I'm staring at four walls and treading water. There is a school of thought, however, that takes the position that you should write whatever comes to your mind, whether it seems like drivel or not. It's perfectionism and judgment that are the muse's worst enemies. Drivel is better than nothing.

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JohnCreekmore
Fri May 12 21:49:43 2017

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My Review of What to do, What to do by RamSlade
Between a rock.....
It is impossible to say what has brought the poet to this pass, but his words are a classic description of the dilemma. He seems to be in a place where he feels he needs to make a decision, but the pros and cons of his available choices appear to be equally distributed. It looks as though he is rapidly approaching the point where he is going to have to take a shot in the dark. The last words illustrate perfectly his inner state as he stands at the edge: "do it, do it, do it, just do it". A perplexing and fascinating work. Good luck.

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JohnCreekmore
Fri May 12 21:34:11 2017

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My Review of Quiet Noise by BobQuinn
Gut feeling?
This is a fascinating topic, one that has been around for years, but which has generated increased interest recently, primarily because of greater knowledge of brain functioning. As I understand it, "intuition," also called "gut feeling" and "hunches" originates in the right hemisphere of the brain, whereas reasoning and critical thinking are products of the left hemisphere. The "silent thunder" to which the poet refers seems to be intuition, which is always there but is seldom utilized by most people. The poet also seems to say intuition and "common sense" are identical, whereas I have generally thought of commons sense as being a type of reasoning process. Whatever, I fully agree that "wise, sensible listeners," who give heed to their intuitions are more likely to succeed than those who depend solely on the five physical senses. This is a nicely rhymed, highly readable look at this oft debated topic. Good work.

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JohnCreekmore
Wed May 10 22:03:59 2017

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My Review of Tears Colorless by odinroark
The gamble is worth it
What the poet appears to be saying is that to behold truth, we have to be willing to take certain risks. Most people would agree on a superficial level, but when put up or shut up time comes, they prefer the safety of the comfort zone. This is what the poet means when he refers to "an anesthetized existence." Overt pain may be avoided, but only at the cost of long term damage. This is a learned behavior; as the poet notes, children are open to life. As the years pass, however, the blinders are slowly donned, and all thought of risk is immediately deleted, if it arises at all. This is a sobering thought, but one that needs to be considered. Well done.

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JohnCreekmore
Wed May 10 21:29:28 2017

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My Review of This is for the People who Feel like Me by smitten25
Mood Disorder
You may have been told this before, but you are showing the symptoms of major depression. If you're not already doing so, see a therapist and get the right medicine.

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JohnCreekmore
Mon May 8 21:27:29 2017

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My Review of Facing the Flood by richom
Prophecy?
With the current administration, Richard, I can see this as a possibility. The utopia described at the end wouldn't last, however. Mr. Trump would have the biggest, most fantastic, incredible boat of all, and we'd be back to square one.

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JohnCreekmore
Sun May 7 22:25:03 2017

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My Review of Mediclueless, a hypochondriac's lament by JimSlaughter
Hypochondria
A funny poem with excellent rhyming, Jim. I am sure you are familiar with the epitaph inscribed on a hypochondriac's tombstone: "I told you I was sick."

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JohnCreekmore
Sun May 7 22:11:15 2017

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My Review of Mind Dancer by weemick1960
Tribal dream poem
This offering, which the poet calls a "tribal dream" poem, does indeed have the aspect of a dream type experience. It is rich in imagery and communicates true romantic feeling. It would be great to hear it recited with the appropriate music in the background. Good work here.

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JohnCreekmore
Sat May 6 22:32:42 2017

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My Review of Fades with time by sunnisha
Respectfully disagree
Some profound thoughts on impermanence here, along with good rhyming, but frankly, there will always be taxes.

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JohnCreekmore
Sat May 6 22:24:21 2017

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My Review of The Trees by Stella
They know how to be
This one put me in mind of Eckhart Tolle's thoughts on natural things such as trees. They are magnificent in their "beingness." They just "are" in their stillness and we can be calmed simply by observing this with full attention. I'm willing to go out on a limb and declare that you don't see many trees on anti-depressants.

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JohnCreekmore
Fri May 5 21:38:20 2017

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My Review of Wept by Silverblue
Sad tale
The poet shows great storytelling skills in this somber ballad of a girl who has hit the skids. The rhyming is also very good, and the way the meter is consistently maintained, without any straining of syllables is truly impressive. The speaker's attitude toward the subject is interesting; at first there seems to be something like contempt for one who blames her troubles on others, but later he says people burned her beauty, as though she actually is a victim. At the end, the attitude seems non-commital, as if to say, that's the way of the world. A quite interesting and involving tale throughout. Good work here.

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JohnCreekmore
Thu May 4 22:10:31 2017

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My Review of Paint Me A Picture Green and Blue by vuriz
Powerful
This one features the best use of simile and its resultant imagery that I have seen on this site in a long time. The first two stanzas especially conjure up a host of word pictures so vivid you can almost see them. Stanzas 3 & 4 also make good use of this device, but the philosophical content is heavier here. I liked especially the thoughts on time and memories, something all of us can relate to. My only question concerns the opening sentence of stanza 3: "Time isn't transparent, you can't see it as it passes through you." If you can't see it, would it not have to be transparent?

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JohnCreekmore
Thu May 4 21:55:27 2017

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My Review of Still Lightfooting It by michaelgallatin
Omission
One of your best thus far. Sparely worded, a quality I always like, and very moving and hopeful. Still, you might have mentioned "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" at least once!

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JohnCreekmore
Wed May 3 20:53:51 2017

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My Review of HE PLAYED by kitty
What got around....
This one is about the type of guy we all love to hate. The poet assures us he will be justly recompensed, however. The last verse has an almost sinister air to it. We wonder if those open windows and unlocked doors are metaphorical, or whether a grim revenge is about to be taken. Interesting work.

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