I found a glove along the road and wonder if it’s yours. It’s worn and soiled, but soft of leather and pliable when worn. Finding its mate would be like looking into eyes I never expect to meet, and would surely cause my legs to refuse to move. Though I might think, “beauty gazing down from above” I would not say it, for coyness’ sake. Nor would I agree so readily to madly love, when so much time remains to savor it. And I would spell it, “Manhattan.”

Funny! Funny!

So many images going on here! The first line leads us to God, the king, in a red mantle. The next three lines show the observer’s disgust with God, or with literature that falls as waste, or both. Verse 2 continues the diatribe or disgust. Verse 4 gets back to the “portrait” in the title, continuing the downward description. The last verse is the most intriguing, an interesting view of it.

Are you a poetry junkie?

Do I smell rancor on the ranker? I know it’s poemranker, not poetranker, but it’s hard to be objective on this one. First the easy stuff: why the “>” and the double space before “Jesus”? Then the logical stuff, like how can cataracts be silver and gold? And the grammar stuff like, “Israeli,” “Palestinian” and “Texan.” But what intrigues me about this is the prayer of David, a man after God’s own heart, who said, “Strike all my enemies in the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.” It’s taken a long time, maybe, and the answer isn’t as expected, and it makes it look a whole lot like something else, but who knows the ways of God. Anyway, you’ve well expressed an angst.

A fine remembrance. What more is there to say.

I think it would be better not to start with "there are," and to rearrange the sentence for a stronger beginning. "Cellophane smoke" is descriptive, but it adds little besides smokiness to the smoke. I don't know what you mean by "trading storms" or "swarming jay." The birds (jays) don't normally swarm, and how do the other kind?

Metal lords scorch the clouds . . majestic shrouds - good line.

I like the straightforward, no nonsense, presentation. While some may complain of poetic negligence, sincerity is there. For that I’d give a 10. But since the poetry, for what little poetic excellence is really worth, is worth only a 5 in my opinion, have an 8. And enjoy your son.

One of many Bush-war-slams these days. The unusual thing about this one is "chemical weapons." Just how do you mean that?

I wish I could figure this out. It sounds like it might be interesting.

I like the blare/Blair inuendo, if it is one - works for me. The "eons come undone" line reads as if some new thing is going on - new ways of doing it maybe. The thousand rockets equation to a thousand hopes makes it look like every rocket kills a hope, which is far from true. "past it's masters' keeping" shows the crude technology, and the rest shows how it is working.

Thanks, Ranger and ALChemy, for your comments. I've awakened today in less of a stupor, and revised the thing. I hope it makes more sense.

Your last one, with its funky mis-grammar, made sense to me, but this one doesn't. It looks like as collection of scattered thoughts.

Really?