|Reviewed by Chanti Niven
|There is such power and passion within your pen Aberjhani. I remain in awe... What more can I say?
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|beauty that should have lasted longer
wanted more here
enjoyed the journey anyway
excellent lines here
|Reviewed by D May (Reader)
|Sheer excellence here.|
|Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
I am always blown away when I come to your den. Your precision with metaphor, symbolism, content and the deliverance of your work is inspiring to say the least! This stanza is beyond gorgeous:
"Naked I ran through moonfire
and broke frozen ground
that I might sow seeds of fleshy bliss
and watch them blossom tributes
to the lyrical rose of your beauty.
Naked I nibbled your thorns to their quaking core."
As is the whole work of art. You are truly a pleasure to read,
no matter what the content, which is another thing I enjoy
about your work:always different and unique!
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|What an amazing poem of dream-like quality that contains some great phrases! Two of my favorites are:
"What is this slow blue dream of living,
and this fevered death by dreaming?"
"You begged me to tell you where
day hides night,..."
Thanks for the journey!
|Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa
|You're a Master Poet..
this is superb work..
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You use words to cast a magical spell on the reader, Aberjhani. Thank you. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|This reminds me of why I've missed reading you...this is a metamorphic dance of sheer brilliance that is abound with passionate and thought provoking imagery, so much so, it conjours so many superlatives it is hard to choose the right one, all would be sufficent...so I guess Superb my friend, will have to do. LOL!
|Reviewed by Seth Mullins (Reader)
|For a lesser poet, such passionate breath and beating would overcome wordcraft. "...wood for kindling gnostic joy" is perhaps the most apt phrase for me, because your poems do just that: ignite fires within the mind, and then fan them further until we can do naught but dance to the cadence of those mad flames. Now I know how Rumi gets drunk without the wine.|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Orgiastic imagery that is so completely unique as to be Edenic in concept and execution. Don Paterson, a Scots poet, speaks about the alchemy of poetry being that words can exit by the wings and present themselves as something completely different by coming in through the back door - on the stage of a competent magician! With your complete mastery of re-conjuring words, you can make us even forget their original meaning so that we have a completely fresh lexicon to work with - superb subject for such major metamorphosis as well. Just brilliant! TY Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Peter Gardner
|"naked I ran throufgh moonfire" and the rest just blow me away. This surrealistic journey draws the reader into a dream of powerful making. The creation lives totally within and without the mind, forming a definitive flowering of passion and spiritual perception. The way you balance the concrete with the symbolic Turns me "emerald inside a dream."|
|Reviewed by Sandra Mushi
|Now, I know why I can't go to sleep before I visit the Den! Because of works like this! This is so powerful, Aberjhani. I love the language and the imagery - wow! I can actually feel it breathe!
|Reviewed by Cynth'ya firstname.lastname@example.org
|"Broken headed lion" reminds me of the lion statues in front of the municipal library in NYC. The poet, watching over thought like the lion watches over those who enter the library. A protector of free thought, so to speak. . .
The only part that lost me was the last line, tried to connect the "exploding bones" with "stars weeping wine." I had a scene in my mind of the wilderness in a rainforest. My first thought was seeing you as a powerful ebony panther pacing in search for a solid commitment of love and trust. Maybe even forgiveness.
To compare, both the lion and the panther have strength beyond the human. But with Godly strength, we can conquer anything that ravages our spirits emotionally, spiritually, physically, etc. with knowledge. Again the protection and nurture of the knowledge represented by the lion.
Lions are attracted by scents; either pleasant, or threatening. So are human beings. The mud and stick palace of your heart means that love is just as real in the basic elements of the roots of the earth which support nature (trees of knowledge rooted in the mud of wisdom and experience) as it would be in the ivory and marble of the Taj Mahal. Seeds are sown in the earth by birds of paradise (you and your love); hence--no relationship however rosy is without the thorns. And sometimes the thorns pierce our lips and we bleed: "poetry."
blessin's to you Aberjani, hope your mother is faring well,
cynth'ya lewis reed
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most excellet offering!!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
GAD I love the way you write! So many outstanding lines--hard to pick one that's my fave. I'm like Ina--awestruck!!
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla. :)
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
When the eyes see and the flash of the mind lights up - the ideas
picture emotions - and the depicting of a poem reaches the paper...
"Up On Passion's Rooftop" is delivered to be read.
I enjoyed the reading of "Up On Passion's Rooftop".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Linda Luna (Reader)
|Wonderful sizzling poem...exquisite imagery!
You are sooo good!!!
I have been silently following your work to date
but had to tell you on this one. Thanks.
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|This poem lives! We breathe pure oxygen and feel the joy of being!|
|Reviewed by Iva Lawson
|I want to review, but I feel so damned inadedquate. WOW!|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Explicitly penned master poet.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|I don't find it difficult to comment! Hot damn! You have reached into the vaporus ocean of all those fevered and sticky acid trips of the sixties and beyond and pulled out this little gem and made it yours by your own unique and special way of ripping words asunder and rearranging them to suit one Aberjhani! After that is done, you give us the raw meat and say . . . Let them feast!!!|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Aberjhani, reading you reminds me of why I love poetry!
What a glorious wordsmith you are. I find it difficult
to comment equal to the gift you have offered here.Superb!
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Most disheartening news. I am stricken with the vapors, unless it's an old poem or pure fantasy. As always, your language, imagery leaves me grasping for superlatives.|