Sounds like you have exaggerated what really happened by thinking about it in too much negativity. Would he really "laugh in my face To reinforce my every fear"?

Verses 1 and 2 set it off very nicely. Then it muddles into something apparently important to you, but not very understandable as written.

Finally, you're writing plainly, understandably, as if convinced. And still it is warm.

I wish I knew what you are talking about. It sounds like it might be interesting.

A nice, light poem with good rhythm. But again I must take exception to lines that add nothing new or do not say what you mean.

These, at least:
"And things to do and say."
"Through remorse and a helping hand." I doubt if you mean "remorse".

I'm watching you and will tell you what I see after you first do the same.

No kidding. Peace on earth among people of all races.

Merry Holidays!
Happy 2006!

I like to think this is all true. I don't know why, but I want to think that at least one poemranker writes herself as she really is. Please tell me it's true. This is a great life you have. Please keep writing about it just as it is. And agaain, please thell me it's true.

And please ignore zodiac when he tells you, as he surely will, that I'm saying this because my life is dull.

Very sad, forcefuly told.

Great description.

I don't know what this is, except that it should probably be called a prose poem, not free verse. Could be a drug trip, or some trauma, an illness. Whatever it is, the human contact at the end is good.

I don't see why absolute silence is required, unless the absurd amount of whiskey is a very small amount.

Hold onto the things you believe even though they've been proven wrong. In various times, all things are right or wrong. It's a messed-up philosophy, and it's not even haiku.

Or maybe you’re getting at the eastern ideas of self: “The reason I have an enemy is because I have self. If I no longer had a self, I would no longer have an enemy.” Emptiness – the void inside the pot for which the pot was made.

And if that’s a bit foreign, try this: “The father is his daughter’s son.” – a Christmas mystery to think about.

I like the subtlty, the different presentation of an old story, especially the last 5 lines. Welcome to Poemranker.

Some suggestions:
Heartfelt, they watch
Tears of rain.
They stand amazed. (Why change person?)
Continue they’re gaze.

Why not use periods at sentence ends? You've used commas, and I think the addition of periods would make it read smoother. Otherwise good.

Somehoiw the "lovely bird" in line 5 seems inconsistent with the image built up of a put-down, tattered-wing bird with a low self image. Maybe "once-lovely." But it's a good poem, and welcome to poemranker.

Try starting with Line 4 and omitting the first 3 lines. Also, the semicolons are distracting. For example, try, "He speaks the recognizable to my soul." and "Without knowing, he speaks the language of . . ."
I like, "My needs stray from his tongue."

I live in this place.

This is funny. Really.

A pretty dismal place, this void of yours.