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| Reviewed by Emeka Nwogu |
5/24/2007 |
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| I deeply enjoyed this poem. The message is profound.\keep writing, my brother. |
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| Reviewed by M Flack |
3/5/2007 |
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This line sem to be rather daunting for me...
"To look for the promised land that never existed."
Perhaps the promised land lays hidden within the depths of our individual and unique soul. A seperate peice of heaven for each of us. To be discovered by us on our journey through time, space and the lifes we each live. Just a thought...
Great and penetrating write. Thank you for sharing this... |
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| Reviewed by richard poor |
2/27/2007 |
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| very good!! sometimes the promise land is inside of us. |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
2/24/2007 |
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Peter
All we can do is hang tough...and pray to God for survival |
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| Reviewed by alejapoet@aol.com Bennett |
2/21/2007 |
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| well written my fellow poet and true. |
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| Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath |
2/21/2007 |
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A thought provoking and heartfelt write.
Thank you for sharing,
~Gwendolyn |
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| Reviewed by Evelyn Simon |
2/18/2007 |
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Now I realized how my poem touched you. Your writing is very moving.
Thanks Peter. |
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
2/17/2007 |
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Such truth you have shared with us but it will be our grandchildren and theirs to make a much better and safer world then they have today. Thank you for a lovely write which makes us realize how lucky we are.
Rose |
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| Reviewed by Karen Cino |
2/17/2007 |
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Reminds me of the stories my grandmother told me of when her parents came to the U.S. from Italy. Our world is in a very sad state and it will be up to the children of today to get things back on track. Lovely poem you have shared with us.
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
2/17/2007 |
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What a sad commentary on the state of our world, Peter. This is indeed a soul-stirring write. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
2/14/2007 |
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A moving tribute, Peter... prompts me to remember my paternal grandmother who crossed the Atlantic all alone.
Nicely done,
Peace,
Carolyn |
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| Reviewed by Morning Star |
2/14/2007 |
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This is an incredible piece of work
You have Instilled so many descriptive,and
Informative words throughout your poem.
Theirs so many people dying everyday
As they go looking for the
promised land I believe the government should help make it
Easier for them to be citizens an not
illegal aliens also would stop a lot
Of the illegal transportation that's corrupting and
killing people in our world!
Excellent detail,Excellent poem
And certainly an Excellent writer!
Love And Peace to You..Morning Star |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
2/14/2007 |
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| Peter this is so heart touching. Once all our families, unless we are of Native American descent, were reaching for the promise land. I think somehow it should be easier to become legal citizens and not illegal aliens in this country. Great and thought provoking write. |
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| Reviewed by Theresa Koch |
2/14/2007 |
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Thought provoking excellent piece!
My grandparents were immigrants~`* |
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| Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson |
2/13/2007 |
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Yes, to find the promise land
is not an easy task for many..
Excellent insight on immigration.. |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
2/13/2007 |
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Outstanding poetry Peter
Enjoyed much
the quest for freedom
is never ending
Peace
William |
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| Reviewed by Tactfully Naive |
2/12/2007 |
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| Reveals all too starkly that survival in today's highly competitive world is a matter of winners and losers. The UK population in 1997 was 57million. In the short space of ten years it has skyrocketed to 62m and is putting a huge strain on resources and infrastructure. The number of losers is mounting and is evident on the streets in the form of homelessness. Disilution is rampant. |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
2/12/2007 |
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An excellent poem about the suffering of many souls....no matter which way it goes!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten |
2/12/2007 |
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I have had the opportunity to sponser, with my family, other families that have come here to America. We have sponsered Vietmanese, Cuban, Dutch. German, Japanese, Haitian, etc...Some came over as exchange students, some as refugees, but all in all, they were very determined and worked very hard to accomplish what they had set out to do! With a little help alot of these people are now as content as most... I think your poem, gives thought and spirit, depending on how it is read, could inspire or discourage...the promise land is heaven sent, whether it be here or in heaven, its all up to the individual who's heart is in the right place...to do good, not only for themselves but to all mankind!
I enjoyed this~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~ |
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| Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson |
2/12/2007 |
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wonderfully felt lines here of hope, a sense of blinded faith and a heart with only one choice...
"desperate to reach the promise land
amid sufferings, injuries and death
they scale fences and deserts
lurking in shadows that are not there
to wait for a chance and a time"
all too real |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
2/12/2007 |
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What you have written here is truth, Peter and for legal immigrants, perhaps the dream can come true but for those who come here illegally, they will never find their dream. They are slaves trapped in a web of passive slavery; they work for little and are often forced to live like animals simply to survive, dreaming of a better life for their family.
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
2/12/2007 |
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Risking lives over and over again
To reach the promised land.
History is replete with these extremely stoic souls, and you pen their story well, Peter. |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
2/11/2007 |
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Peter, this is a fine poem that captures all the emotions that are felt by those who seek a better life! You give the reader new insight! Thanks for sharing!
Eileen |
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