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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
10/15/2010 |
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| In the envelope of crushing darkness tragedy is the relentless pursuer of human fragile desires. Left to its own resourcefulness it rapes and plunders the souls of innocence with impunity. Thus the "Sickle of Pestilence" ravishes all insight. Dark, yet so lovely in presentation my dear friend. Love and peace to you. Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by Don Juan Amante |
10/13/2010 |
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| dark and dismal, perfect |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
10/12/2010 |
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Striking title - pun intended!- Vickie,
and striking dark words for the dark season.
John |
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| Reviewed by Douglas Bentley |
10/12/2010 |
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If you're keeping the worst till the thirty first -
Will just smoke and ash be left?
This is beyond spooky - it's frightful. |
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| Reviewed by TONY NERONE |
10/12/2010 |
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I have been reading all of your poetry in the "Orchards Of Deliverance" and this piece although mysterious deserves publication too. You are a very talented lady, Vickie.
Namaste from afar
Tony |
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| Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather |
10/12/2010 |
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| Love the title, and the whole poem, but, i really like the title -Morgan |
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| Reviewed by Donna Chandler |
10/12/2010 |
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Perfect for the spooky Halloween season.
Donna |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
10/12/2010 |
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Beneath the darkness is another world.."reaping and pruning" oh my..this leaves one breathless wanting to know more~
Love,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
10/12/2010 |
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| I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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