|Reviewed by Michelle Frost
|I really like this one. Lovely use of words.
Today I was being an old fool (of the female vanity kind) and needed reminding of angels.
|Reviewed by Lorraine Watkins
|You are such a creative writer and you put so much thought and presentation into it. Your writing comes alive to its readers. I look forward to reading more for you.|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|be a fool if you write poems like this!|
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Metaphorically wonderful, Budd. Much enjoyed by this old fool. Dick|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|This is such a warm and tender story! It brought tears to my eyes.
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Love the images of the Old Fool and Angel. An example of love in its most simple form. Thank you for this sharing :-))|
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|Ode to the spread of joy, this poem permeates the crust of indifference. Your verse shines out a message that love shown to the observance of others is love shown to others, is love to others. Pretty neat. "For they express love to all around" - - isn't that the idea? "All here hope they will be here ever" show love to spread love. I savor these lines: "His mother and dad smiled as they left/whispered between of the bright green eyes." The spreading of love. "They laughed and the angel bent saying/listen to the music all around." "As they ate from gentle open palms" . . . this kind of vision is brought to us from a very sensitive soul. Thank you ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Beautiful, for what is shared in lovely dreaming can become reality of sharing and teaching. Something the world must see for themselves and learn, especially the children. For we are in such sad affair now, others need to observe the beauty...
For: "No one knew from whence they came before
just that since joy followed wher they were."
Isn't this all that matters?
For if I could teach the world to sing
in beautiful harmony
Forever sharing love and charm
Better off we'd be :)
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|For some, an angel. For others, their muse. Common needs prevail: harmony with self and nature allowing imagination to flourish. How rare today.|
|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
|Once more, you write in such delicate colors of adeptness. Hold tightly to your angel...
|Reviewed by Adriaen Valerius (Reader)
|Beautiful view of a happy and loving life Budd. It's wonderful when you can spread your love around and share it with everyone. It makes the world much brighter.
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Never too old for Love *Budd*
with an angel to share...and
being in love with love like
you and your poetry
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|It was a dream, it sounds like the old who needs to get out his bicycle, head down to the beach, and see if he can find an angel accompany him to the end of his days with those walks and that praise.
There is a short story here. A heartwarming short story.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Here's to the old fool and the angel! May they forever reign.|