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| Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper |
5/19/2008 |
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| great piece Eileen, I try to read as much as I can, my problem is I have too much to say, it comes out in the form of verse, I can't quit writing, things come to me and I write them if they're not too mean. I write a lot about love, I was with my dysfunctional family this weekend and the love I write about saved me from going the other way with some of my foolish family members, and some of them had the nerve to drink alcohol, can't give Indians fire water, hugs |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
5/19/2008 |
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A needy relationship, but a beautiful one...I could feast on your words all day long. They always give me something to think deeply about.
Cryssa :~) |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
5/19/2008 |
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I must say Eileen This and outstanding piece
True we must feed upon each others praises, comments
and reviews, we must respect each other work
And now I must get up on my feet and do my share,
for I have slacked down a wee.
Love & peace
William
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
5/18/2008 |
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| Eileen, what you have done here...establish the connection between poet and reader is wonderful...and the verse...beautiful. |
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| Reviewed by Kathy Armijo |
5/18/2008 |
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Astute!!!! Your grasp of the obvious and the ability to articulate it ... I am in awe.
God bless you. Kathy |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
5/18/2008 |
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| i sure enjoyed this! And these relationships are what truly make writing have value |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
5/18/2008 |
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| Funny, last night I listened to the archive recording of Billy Collins reciting "You, Reader", which speaks into exactly this situation, Eileen. Indeed, I wholeheartedly agree: the poetic process goes on indefinitely... from the moment it leaves the author's mind and pen, whenever it is read, spoken or thought about by the minds that interact with it, it lives and grows. Love this way of thinking. Mutual and organic. A symbiosis. Bless you. Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
5/18/2008 |
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Hope you are not writing about me. ;-) But then again, I do. Sounds like something someone would say in a marriage ceremony.
My vacation broke my usual weekly offering. And then last week, my poem wouldn't post until Monday. This week is about the universe -- strange coincidence.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
5/18/2008 |
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Such an empathy you exhibit here. Poetry, in all of its colorful enigma, is fast becoming a moot point, though, in this changing world. But, still, there is an undeniable connection that happens between two souls when they read each other and connect. OIftentimes its better to read a soul than to experience it face to face.
Blessings ... |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
5/18/2008 |
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The poet writer- reader, marriage - usually, a very good one, indeed.
And I love that pic. |
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
5/18/2008 |
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| Poetry does not exist without this symbiotic relationship. And you explained that so creatively in your beautiful poem. A masterful job. May peace be always with you. JMW |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
5/18/2008 |
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| The poem captures it all so well. Excellent write......M |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
5/18/2008 |
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When it will be the time to put the poets on the danger list?
Georg |
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| Reviewed by Randall Barfield |
5/17/2008 |
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| Explained so well, poet! |
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| Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson |
5/17/2008 |
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Eileen, you are the poet of all poets
your words inspire..
With much love
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks |
5/17/2008 |
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I agree, E.T.; the beauty of the poem, which the poets try to write, is truly in the eye of the beholder, the reader. Words take on different interpretations by each reader, and they (words) become realities...
I behold beauty in your words, dear friend!!
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke |
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
5/17/2008 |
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| *grins* this made me |
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| Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines |
5/17/2008 |
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And may this always be true! So mutually fulfilling. Sometimes I think that the real poets are the readers, for it is their muse who sings our words (probably better than we do). I love this one.
Ted |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
5/17/2008 |
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This is unique of beauty and inspiration...well done!!
Love,Christine |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
5/17/2008 |
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| Yes, you have it all strung together correctly and very well penned. REally an awesome write. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
5/17/2008 |
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"He bleeds words all over the universe like rain," < < <
From the opening line "The Troubadour" sings to glow.
In respect,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/17/2008 |
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AWESOME connection between Creator, Poet and reader - excellent, Eileen! Love the image, too. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bowling |
5/17/2008 |
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A great write my friend, I do believe that a poet sees things differently than others, especially nature...with a deeper appreciation not just the surface...well done indeed!
Blessings,
Joyce B. |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
5/17/2008 |
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| You said it Girl! Hugs! Jasmin Horst |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
5/17/2008 |
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| U always do creative & beautiful at one time in each poem, just as you've done herein...ed & RUFUZ |
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| Reviewed by Stan Grimes |
5/17/2008 |
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| Truer words never spoken...nice. |
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| Reviewed by Morning Star |
5/17/2008 |
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Awesome write I agreed Eileen
Every time I look at the skies or mountains
Natures beauty, words flow in my mind
Making me feel like a addict of poetry
Beautiful write!!
Peace Love and hugessss...Morning Star |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
5/17/2008 |
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Truly lovely writing and picture, Eileen; a stunning combination~ Very nice; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Bonnie May |
5/17/2008 |
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| Beautiful creative write Eileen, Beautifully done and so true. Love, Bonnie |
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