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| Reviewed by John Leko |
6/1/2008 |
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...with such wisdom...you pen well...the streets I still return to...and walking...take flight.
excellent Bernice...
John |
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| Reviewed by Michael Dainty |
5/31/2008 |
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| It does make me wander, the secrets, you are not telling! |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
5/30/2008 |
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Words of wisdom...
Well done!
Cryssa |
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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
5/30/2008 |
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Bernice You Soar My Beautiful Friend With Words Of Wisdoms Gifts
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie |
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| Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper |
5/29/2008 |
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| great poetic message here, I got into an argument over maturation, someone was trying to tell me that the crawling and walking process didn't count when it came to maturity. But there is a special way that we must learn to walk even after we learn to walk, it takes courage to learn to walk with confidence when people are trying to make you crawl again, especially in this writing world. Our own worse enemy is inside of us, the negativity programed in by others and ourselves. The fear of failure, personally I'm going to mess up real bad before I let fear stop me if this is the case, every since I wrote my first book the naysayers, even my own brother have been coming at me with their negativity, I told my brother to tell someone who gives a phuck, it took his jealous behind 5 years to get my book, then when he did he tried to attack the format, like I told him, three libraries picked it up and the overall reponse has been about 90 percent positive. As far as I'm concerned he can take his little 10 percent of jealous negativity and shove it, no body rules me anymore but one, and that's the man up above, sometimes honestly I let him know where to back off, shucks the first man failed, this thing called life is basically a game played to be lost, depending on where your mind is, I don't give a cluck what's going on, my fault, their fault, Jesus Christ's fault or whatever, I'm a winner, this is the way I think, even if I lose I'm still a winner, losing won't take the thought out of my mind, nothing but death, even then I'm going to reach up out of the grave. This is very powerful piece of verse my dear poetess, it got me to rattling off, hugs :-) |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
5/29/2008 |
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| Oh my,what a beauty you have written here sweet lady..well done indeed...have a wonderful and safe day...Hugsss |
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
5/29/2008 |
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Bernice,
Spoken with true wisdom. I love the way you took these clichés and made them work for you. Growing up can be a difficult time until we reach that age of realization. Of course, some never reach it. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
5/29/2008 |
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Berni, how wise are that words of old...youngsters today should take it slow, they have all their lives to learn how to fly.
To crash is too easy.
Georg |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
5/28/2008 |
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| This says much in few lines...much wisdom here, Bernice. |
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| Reviewed by Shedding Light |
5/28/2008 |
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I love it !!
Harold M. Nash |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
5/28/2008 |
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I have enjoyed the reading of "Sweet 16". Wise thoughts and touching poetic expressions.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi bne-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
5/28/2008 |
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| Right ON !! xOx Pea xOx |
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| Reviewed by Ann Marquette |
5/28/2008 |
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| Lovely and so insightful. |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
5/28/2008 |
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| Yes, my mother had much the same advice and she wasn't cool either. well, we learn the hard way. Great write. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader) |
5/28/2008 |
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| Remember when my mother wrote me a long letter my senior year. It was a letter of warning and advice and love. I skimmed it reading through the lines with the eyes of youth thinking -- I already know it all. I can so relate to your words above! Well Done, Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
5/28/2008 |
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Sounds to me you were the rest of us and thought "What would she know, she's my Mother" Great write and a beautiful picture Bernice.
Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
5/28/2008 |
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Beautiful writing and with such heartwarming, endearing thoughts....
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
5/28/2008 |
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Wonderful writing, Bernice; brava! Love the pic!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx,. Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/28/2008 |
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Lessons we all learned along the way...very few of us heeded the advice of parents and other elders when we were young...the urge to spread our wings and soar was far greater than our fear of falling. Good write Bernince.
hugs
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/28/2008 |
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Bernice,
Excellent maternal advice in these wise lines - well done -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
5/28/2008 |
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Mama often knows best, Bernice. And base on what I read above, I
think you're beyond the walking stage. - Gene
P.S. Love the hat. |
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