|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Deeply moving and meaningful verses, Kate. Thank you for sharing them. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Dawn Richerson
|fine, fine writing, Kate. my favorite hymn in church used to be "It Is Well With My Soul" and you say so much with the "allow me" and "allow the enemy." the repetition of the title word really gave this a mood and flow all its own, too. wonderful all the way around! Dawn|
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|Oh so true. I loved this Kate ;)|
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|So eloquently expressed, so superb! so out-fragging standing Mizz MP, I'm in awe...getting withdrawal symptoms...need party lol.
Brillo! piece my girl, gonna save.
|Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
|Agreeing with Peter, you are AMAZING! Acceptance is one step short of perfection, a perfect flaw in forgiving eyes.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Excellent write, Kate; very well penned! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
W O W. You never cease to amaze me with the depth of your words, the ease in which you must write...powerfully, beautifully moving, eloquent poetry, well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Absolutely outstanding...me being the blacksheep of my family I know what it means to be allowed a little Happy time!!
Love to You sis from afar!!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Oh, Kate! Could you possibly have said this any more eloquently? Your words fall to the page like honey from a dripper and your perception of what is real and important, is spot on. The more we allow our thoughts to expand into further dimensions, the more clearly we will see the reality of this life.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|you allocate a vista where a heightened state of being permates the depths of intellection your have so eloquently described in this poem ... if we allow these precepts to surface and endure all our souls will indeed benefit ...|
|Reviewed by Susan Sonnen
|to allow an enemy his tenderness has got to be among the most difficult achievements. I hope that I am able to do that one day. I'm truly trying. Your poem really hit me. Your thoughts are so on target.
|Reviewed by A PAX
your first two lives are an opening and a beginning, to go beyond, witghout the public unveiling, like a secret till the grave. And who is to say, how deep a stain is.....one person might not find it visible, another might see it, but not think its that bad, and a third, will hold it as your merit., all in the eye, right>
But the thing is, its all up to ourselves
Allow yourself the right to choose
contentment or dis-ease,
here now and ever after;
this dis-ease is something I have recently learned about
terrible thing it is
this poem is so wise, and written so clear from a brilliant, mind
ty for this
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|You're much too young to be pondering such. However, I commend the longing to understand our human values leading to the rewards of death, which you petition. These are gasps in the struggle to understand the path, on which I'm not qualified to point or lead you there. I do allow you to proceed, however.
I'm wondering how your writing could have brought forth my words while admiring yours.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|WoW Amazing Kate !
I agree with Fee.. line by line..
You are Ace !
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Ah Sweet Kate just when I think I have seen your best,your heart and soul pours into another write and my spirit brightens once again. This speaks volumes and the picture is
special as well. Thanks for being a friend Kate.
|Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
|This was deep, deep vision Kate..My goodness, I think the spirit of transcendence birthing a new life and light through YOU!!!Keep at it..
Eternal Love, Dove
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|With all man's toys of war and money for greed, beauty and beasts... when we die we leave with nothing no matter the material. We all need to ponder the paths we took to death for afterwards...the sameness changes and those who win are the ones with sumple treasures and compassion. Your poems are always far ahead in thought than some. I admire your heart and the way in whuch you ture it around to fit everyone's eye.