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| Reviewed by Diana Legun |
10/1/2012 |
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| I am very appreciative of your version of 'we create our own reality'....your words: "truth as your reality/depends on whatever/is in your imagination/to make it happen." Wonderful! ~~ Diana |
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| Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader) |
9/14/2012 |
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| That phrase "blinded innocence" is pretty thought provoking. Blinded is a harsh word in the context but on reflection it fits really well; after all it's our brutal world that blinds our children's innocence and the innocent children are the lucky ones. We adults are the ones that made the mess. |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
9/14/2012 |
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truth as your reality
depends on whatever
is in your imagination
How so true, especially for children. |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
9/13/2012 |
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I sense we protect our children too much from all the media and Internet hype. To me coming of age means gaining responsibility and the only way to gain responsibility is to have had to face the down and dirty side of life on our own without someone holding our hand continuously until we are unable to be brave and face the future with determination.
Childhood is for play, and we should allow play to happen for the values it teaches.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley |
9/13/2012 |
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Those were times of beauty when in our world
of childhood things were innocent and beautiful.
I say let the children dream of all the beauty
they desire, all grow up too quickly to reality
as our world shows us now. Nothing at all wrong
with this as long as age appropriately in stages
of growth children can be also taught the dangers.
Wonderful write Vivian :)
Love and Light
Lily |
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| Reviewed by Laura Fall |
9/13/2012 |
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| A beautiful poem and such a sweet photo to go along with this great write Laura |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
9/13/2012 |
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| Funny, I had my little Grandgirls over night soon to be age 5 and 3...Camryn the oldest (during bedtime hours) wished to ride a rainbow with unicorns, she asked me if it is real, wishes? I said, you can believe anything you can dream or wish..wow your poem is such a stong message..moving! |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
9/13/2012 |
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I like the optimistic tone with not a hint of the jaded perspectives that so often obscure that bright world our imaginations bode forth. Another splendid poem, dear Vivian.
Roger |
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| Reviewed by Joy Hale |
9/12/2012 |
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Oh, to be young when everything has the sweet scent of flowers and the taste of delicious lollipops. When we get a little older reality sets in and at that point one has to make their own reality, finding their way step by step as you have shown in this oh, so true poem. Very clever writing!
Joy L. Hale
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
9/12/2012 |
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AAaaahh, I remember back when...such a vivid imagination and even today I can envision, but have trouble making it happen, no reverie.
Enjoyed, Vivian!
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
9/12/2012 |
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Very nicely expressed and flows well...
fee |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
9/12/2012 |
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what a dear poem Vivian i enjoyed it wonderfully.
budd |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
9/12/2012 |
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| Beautiful poem!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by George Dominguez |
9/12/2012 |
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| THe reverse is not the same when your dreams of beauty which surrounds you dissapears as you age. Beautifully penned my Dear Lady Vivian. |
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| Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader) |
9/12/2012 |
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THE DISAPPOINTMENT COMES IN LATER YEARS WHEN WE ARE NO LONGER YOUNG AND MUST FACE LIFE WITH IT UPS AND DOWNS...SUCH IS THE PROCESS OF LIFE.
THANKS AGAIN, VIVIAN FOR ANOTHER WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK. ANNA |
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| Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger |
9/12/2012 |
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Lady Vivian ~ A lovely poem.
Precious image of roses 'n butterflies to touch her heart.
Coming of age and enjoying the reverie.
Lady Mary Ann
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
9/12/2012 |
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| Aye, but the disappointment comes when the "world colored by your desires" crumble and shatter by reality. Sad. But true. |
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