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A quarrelsome race are humans, Poets the worst of the lot. If it were ever made legal, Some would have others shot The scene is just like a playground, With feuds, name-calling and dudgeon, Bullies and victims and brooding in dark corners, 'specially 'bout judgin'. It needs a poetic ACAS. Or UN. No,...

The umentionable dangerous realities. Maybe best to give an example. What comes to mind is Leonard Cohen's Stranger Song Ah you hate to see another tired man lay down his hand like he was giving up the holy game of poker For someone whose life is dedicated to and centred around a game, it is a dange...

Heard a lot of sermons drunk at the Church's breast. Avoided sand, built on rock. The straight n narrow way to be blest Tried hide and seek with angels who laughed at men and mice. Then played hunt the thimble with the pearl of great price. But the furniture moves about these days Keep getting a dif...

I enjoyed this, especially (unlike others apparently) how it ends. A taxi driver with a lively mind who has to work through the night, with a wife at home who's filled his boots with lead, who strongly connects with the 'heroine' of this piece, and who finally cracks - all that seems vivid and power...

I enjoyed this Ron. What you communicate is that you are relishing what you observe. It makes the reader want to go out and really LOOK at things. Can't be bad.

Thank you Time, Seth, Geoff and Mac Yes that there are apparent logical disconnects in the poem. 'Blocked' implies that the dangerous realities lurking in the writer's mind (me, oh dear) are still suppressed. The reference to a revolution implies that they are out and are rampaging around, taking ov...

Thank you Seth and Tim This isn't about writer's block. It's more to do with a life-block. It was meant to be enigmatic, but part of what it's about is the common experience of having dangerous realities which cannot be put into words, while experiencing the necessity of doing so. The realities and ...

The sheer intensity of this poem grabs me. The woman's intense awareness of what being with this man and choosing this life MEANS, with small matters speaking of larger. No doubt many readers will find resonance in their own experience and life choices.

That which cannot be named must be named. The thought can only be touched and held with words. Can only be moved around, explored, turned around, with words. But then it explores me, and turns me around, holds me in its grip with words. The words are its soldiers, there has been a revolution. Captiv...

Hi Ron

I enjoyed this - lots of vivid images bringing the scene to life. But (only a small but) the line "she tower's over meaty expire" doesn't work for me and needs tweaking I think - and is the apostrophe right?

I like this very much. Children often have an intense awareness of the world around them and the 'mini-worlds' of the lives of other children can create strong feelings in their imaginations. The way you have 'toured' the world of this child reflects this very well and makes the reader (well me anyw...