Firstly, thanks for choosing a user name like Pete, given what some of us have come up with. 'Sea spray abandon' is a memorable phrase.

I like the way babbit has fomented discussion amongst the rest of us with his artistry.

All commentors, please direct your wrath at John Lennon, who, sadly, is no longer with us.

PAKI, isn't it about time you stuck a fucking sock in it? Thanks, Anagram, for a well worded tribute. I still work through Tie Yo Mutha Down to loosen up on the git. A, do they really batter and deep dry candy bars in Scotland?

Thanks, mojo. Celebrating a two month old boy's existence in an autumn sunset.

A consciousness raising poem; thank you, Corey. At my alma mater, George Mason U., bands of feral cats wander the campus, howling like lonely, lost soul choirs every night. Students regularly throw cats out at the end of the semester.

Now you're cooking with KY, DA. Supersize it, keep it coming. Zzin got a little naughty, you got a little arty. Perhaps the 'mature' poets and phlegm hockers can...just get along.

Very involving; pulling in the attention of a computer user used to flitting from one thing to the next. Methinks you're a prose writer, as well.

Firstly, I'm sorry for your loss. I give you a 9 for this poem, JJ. It leaps above the snarling, rank fog of cranky pretension and pointless crudity emitted by others on this site and overwhelms their derision with the immediacy of your strongly held feelings. Please stay on poemranker and submit more poetry.

Wonderful work, once again, from one of my favorite poets on poemranker. I've mentioned to you poets your work reminds me of; but, also consider the lyrics of Richard Thompson; particularly tunes like 'Shoot out the lights' and 'Just the motion.'

Thanks, Bachus. Your poetry on this site is scary, your comments to many are wild; but, I appreciate you liking this poem.

I hope this isn't really you. Let your poetry express, as with the medical term; vent. I'd like to read your poetry stemming from 'what I once thought before.'

Thank you, Zinnia. Bitter can be good, when hop bitterness balances malty sweetness in a fine beer. Do you mean 'the last' line in the poem? It's definitely meant to be a feel good poem. Check out my 'Billie's Threnody' for something different.

You've got many creative ideas and scrumptious wordplay; internal rhymes, etc.

Dickensian? I'm way off. You put us, as readers, there.

Zinnia, you are talented. Thanks for raising the bar on Poemranker.

Spasms of creativity; get it together, roses.

Not sure who Prawne is; perhaps a tuxedo can make a gentleman out of a crayfish.

I think artist would be the most difficult ascent. I love the saying 'Art is Free'; but, as NRBQ once sang, 'there aint no free.'

Strong, descriptive, creative phrases for feelings in a romantic relationship. Somewhat of a disempowered female feel, though. As if the man is god; he's not.