|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Oh my goodness ... I love this! Bravo, Robert!|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Love it. This goes on my favorites list.|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Sounds like your having a great day! ;-)|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Nice little tongue in cheek with a message we all should heed.
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Rober, this sounds like what I ought to do. Absorve the moment, poet. It's a good plan. Enjoy that cappuccino!
|Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop
|i tell myself something similar but it's a poor substitute
anyway still nice to hear it saludos
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|sounds good to me. cool poeming|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Nice to see you adorning this experience with a cool mood of event and totality of experience. You feelin like whipped cream? I'm feeling pretty frappeed myself, havin been served life's double hand, and veggin on a bean bag in Cafe Perk seems highly appealing right now...perhaps Phoebe can give us a Christmas Smelly Cat tune?! On the other hand, this quite reminds me of a fine old Carly Simon lyric, one way or another! :)) Glad you're moderatin your sugar intake, but I'd also have to watch out that all that saturated fat don't end up on me hips as well... tis alright for blokes... all they have to do is be amused! Enjoy the view, Jude, and that elusive sense of free space and equilibrium... and the frothy moustache is cute! Tea Kosy Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Yup I look in mirror and laugh laugh laugh. Nowt is achieved by worry, except bad health. HEALTH WARNING! Girls can damage your health!!! Look but not touch, and thank god you ain't gunna be nag nag nagged to death...)|
|Reviewed by Kenny Moon
|Letting go of worries, enjoying the moment
and being able to laugh at yourself: to see
the world and yourself in a coffee cup, typical Italian! :-)
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Yea sometimes it pays dividends to take stock and just remember what it is to be human and to write because we want to not because we have to. Good one here.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Awwwwwww...way to go.....sometimes it's good to just shake it all and be at peace with what ever feels good!!
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|I wondered if your mind ever took a break :>) I don't think I could ever write anything if I didn't have tons of "staring time." If a friend calls, she'll ask if I'm finished with my staring. The mind feels at rest but there's a whole lot going on in there. I love seeing the fun side of you, Jude.|
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Being one's own muse is so freeing, isn't it? Okay, Shaman Strudel, enjoy yourself being yourself. It's the only way to go when you know yourself is groovy. And I too think strudel would be tasty in a warm toasty cappuccino. :-D Fun poem! ~~Nordette|
|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|Jude...you work never fails to entertain and touch things...there is a delightful sense of serenity, flavored with a touch of humor in this...splendid flow as always.|
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|Its a good policy to accept your lot in life, after all if you are a believer.....then you have absolutely nothing to fear, and everything
to look forward to in certainty !
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar
|A very insightful and thoughtful poem, which expresses a strange feeling of ambivalance, when the mind doesn't accept subordination to anything else (not even self).
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Laughing at one self helps put things in perspective. Nice write|
|Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)
|Interesting write that greatly inspires and makes one happy even under difficult circumstances.
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Good motivation for the inner quest and coaxing the buried strata of your muse. Cursed is The Ocean Mother, who jerks her knee, causing the eggs to fall into the waters and shatter. Blessed is from their fragments comes heaven, earth, sun, moon, stars, and cloud. Perhaps your muse comes from the cosmic egg, the dawn of creation, resulting in three eggs: a gold one for the arrow of life, a turquoise one producing the arrow of fertility, and a pure white one producing a spindle, symbolizing fate. Then from light and sea mist comes a cluster of Bon (fate)which is woven by the wind. Enjoy your cappuccino.