A couple of wines and all is fine.

too melodramatic, but a nice sentiment.

The plural of “-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.” is “-=Darkies_Angel=-, Private In flagrante delicto.”

Friday's Monday's June takes a while to parse and makes a riddle out of it. The rest is quite nice in its obscurity.

These sound like happy complaints of two who have worked hard and have some minor pains. That's just an impression though, because it isn't very clear. If "hot cocoa stains" are sweaty dirt on shirt, then good description.

I don't get it, as if it's to somebody in particular who knows the context. Maybe if you say what the working title is.

You might try commenting on more than one poem before posting another. This one is particularly lacking in particulars.

Ah, the insensitivity of lovers to the intricacy of words, to the seemingly unwitting lush outsiders feel, to the goddess whims of the neglected, or angelic twitters of the left. To be in love is a splendid thing, far better than poetry or idle chat. Best wishes.

It seems not banal. Whatever makes it so? Calm rain wasted on the sea perhaps, but surely not the gulls, buoy, empathy.

pointlessness, writer's block, man-as-machine - dismal topics overdone.

Yes, I am the center of the universe and all being surrounds me. If I am happy, the clouds are happy; sad, the sea is dark. Improve the grammar, as half.Italian advised on your last one, and clean up some superfluous language and you'll have a nice poem

It's cute and almost funny, but it rambles on and pays too much attention to rhyme.

I've stopped trying to shed a little optimism in your "lines in this fatal misery." Carry on.

It's an interesting attempt as unusual language. I'd prefer to see the Old English done with proper grammar though. You mix new and old in an interesting way, but if the old is not done properly, then people think you're just blabbing without having learned the form. A nice attempt at something different.

It goes along well in the first half. Then the logic of yarn that was once a sweater being like a person thinking she's less bright than she imagines, escapes me.

It's sketchy, as if meant for some special person. I'd have to ask you to fill in the gaps before I could say much more.

First 2 lines are good. Then it runs amok, without more to go on.

The title seems too narrow, since this is about more than quantum mechanics. It’s a kind of wandering theory of everything, where supernovae is misspelled. It’s a mixture of science and speculation, and edges on preaching. But you avoid that trap and stop after saying that we humans are, in your opinion, not separate entities as we suppose, but part of some organic whole. I’d like it better if it held closer to real science until the end, as it does in much of it, delaying “the inseparable cosmic web” idea. I think that would make your last verse more powerful.

Don’t believe Rocky; this is not a good poem; he only agrees with your position. Hell, if I write about the virtue of zeroing, he’ll leap all over it. No, but if you do, he will. All he has for me is ‘honey bun” and “squeal.”

“Of” on line 2 surely should be “of.”

“Of buildings had laid in ruins” should surely lose the “had.”

To name just a few.

Bethy, your other stuff has reality, a gut feeling of having been there. This, I'm sorry, is just cliche. It's no different from what anybody could rattle off about their home. Sorry, I usually like your posts. Keep coming back.