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  I believe that animals have:   I believe that animals have souls and that your Archibald, so beautifully described in Patricia's poem, will be reunited with you 1 day.   Your poetry is Godfilled.

One Fabulous Line: "...join the rainman and keep on dancing" I think the cure for cancer lives in "...don't feel hunger for possession" Reference game show - put on Island with nothing, to survive POSSESS FAST! But also a mimim needs acquired economy. Liked lots your one-celled plague. Chuckled at funeral images "I was there at his funeral...germs could hear prayers ". You have a flare for cadence as tone setter and mood support. Neat layered metaphors. . Lady A

A completely understandable: A completely understandable and minor error. That you power through the pain to create superb art is impressive. God bless. 

Oh, what can I say about such: Oh, what can I say about such volcanic streams of language? I almost don't want to touch this with my humble analysis, but I'll try. It bustles with so much emotion and yet, miraculously, stands still in a beautiful, beautiful encasement of transcendental peace.    First, you led us to a state of flow where there is no difference between past, present and future, and there, under a sprinkle of "gold trinkets" and surrounded by imagery that is deep meditation, you surged into a delicate and subtle encounter that burned brighter than any detailed description.    The ending is so magnificent that I'm silenced with awe—   All I know is that I crossed a bridge between body and soul and it's perfect here. 

I completely agree with you: I completely agree with you that hell is the illusion of separation in this terrestrial battlefield. Thank you so much for your positive input. You make a difference. 

Unbelievable! That you would: Unbelievable! That you would grace me with such a spellbinding comment. No, more than a comment: something to cause my own "animal soul to leap out from behind" my "eyes – fully winged, into an open crisp sky..."   I'm so honored that my poem launched this voyage to a poetic otherworld. Epic gratitude.   

The price of an open forum is: The price of an open forum is that everyone has a key. But I would say this is a beautiful thing. At least to this reader, it's one of the few true treasures of the internet. One of the true forms of democratic spirit that is still in existence, in the places like this one, where one is still able to simply write what ever they feel.   I, for one, love the idea of the reader being allowed to decide what is poetry, themselves, as opposed to a gatekeeper or gatekeepers. It might take cycling through some writes that you or I might not hold as particularly poetic, depending our tastes and perceptions of what poetry is (or if it is simply poetry alone that one of us is looking for at that moment, or rather curious to a broader engagement), but I think it's worth the price. I imagine, more than myself, with your experience you can probably take a quick glance and know whether you want to read on or go on to the next post.   In the long haul, I'd say time itself is the only necessary gatekeeper. For all of the Whitman's, Dickinson's, Shakespeare's, Brook's, Bradford's and Poe's, there's countless voices who weren't timeless. Perhaps, though, they had their time with someone, some audience. Hell, even if it was just working things out within themselves. That might just be worth something, too, even if not on the level of the iconic writers.   I'd also like to add one more thought, for what it's worth. Though I'd hardly acclaim my own writing as something of particular note, it was a real aid to me in being able to post what I'd write on postpoems when I had much less of clue as to what I was doing. Learning a lot from a variety of others attempts - as well as receiving a wide range of feedback - in the long term has made me better. There were a couple of other sites I came across before I tried this one. The responses I generally got were merely attempts by people to show how brilliant they were, rather than to give me a helpful/encouraging critique. Generally, to paraphrase their guidance, they wrote "Go away, you're not as good as I am". Which, as you might imagine, didn't give me much to work with ; ) Today's rant poemer might just turn into a timeless writer, given time, experience, and some helpful tips. : )