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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
11/11/2009 |
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I can really relate to these emotions, Karla. Love is risky business. Nicely penned!
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by Mark Lichterman |
11/4/2009 |
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Though your words hit hard, no, I do not think love is dead but seemingly very elusive and unfortunately, at times very fickle.
Your friend in Southern California, Mark |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
11/3/2009 |
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| Love takes it's leave when it sees fit. The trick is in the blindfold. Patrick |
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| Reviewed by J'nia Fowler |
11/3/2009 |
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| Oh no, I do hope not. Well penned tho sad. Hugssss, J'nia |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
11/3/2009 |
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| I think love dies more than anything else, but when it's alive, how wondrous it can be. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
11/3/2009 |
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I never knew when love was alive!
Georg
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
11/2/2009 |
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| Karla, I have been where you are....I think a lot of us have...but don't close the door...hope must be kept alive. Powerful write that touches the heart. |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
11/2/2009 |
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| It certainly seems that way at times. Good one. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
11/2/2009 |
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| the pain surely runs deep-well expressed! |
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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
11/2/2009 |
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I particularly like the clear image of the second strophe and the sudden conclusion.
It is sad, but part of what we sometimes feel.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle |
11/2/2009 |
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Karla, such a sad poem- but our love of Jesus and his love for us never dies.We may fall out of love with someone, but we know we are loved and we love Jesus. To me that is more powerful than any human love.This was a very powerful title, and it sure sparked my attention. Made me realize how much I believe in love. Deep and faithful love. I know you were talking about romantic love- but boy your title touched me. Thank you for that. That is what good writing does.
With Love,
Cindy |
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
11/2/2009 |
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No! Dear Karla! Love never dies not even after death for love leaves its own footprints in time and is immortal. We are fooled sometime by what we think is love but LOVE....It always comes to those who wait.
Love,
Susan |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
11/2/2009 |
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Strong write Karla but love never truly dies and neither does a heart..bruised yes, bleed a little yes, but when it comes to love their is always just a little bit left.
hugs
fee |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
11/2/2009 |
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This is a tough one, Karla, tough to accept but I think deep inside even if we know it's true we keep on hoping and trying.
John |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
11/2/2009 |
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| . . . and then there are those who had love and wasn't aware of it . . . |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
11/2/2009 |
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..it can be defeating at times,,,but it will bloom again, yes it will,
as you hold the love! |
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
11/2/2009 |
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Dear Karla love is not dead, you are just looking in the wrong places. I know because I did for far too many years but look what I found hiding in the right place, my husband who have given me happiness and love for 37 years. Don't give up keep searching.
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
11/2/2009 |
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| ... love is dead... long live love!!! We DO seem to have, at times, a love-hate relationship with love, Karla. Yet it is truly irresistible and some hearts are just MADE to love, notwithstanding the cost... like flowers are made to bloom. I wrote a poem like this a while back... something to the effect that if you wear your heart on your sleeve, some blokey will come along and wipe his nose on it!!! :)) Everyone who has ever loved will know what this feels like. Keep blooming and blossoming your heart's fragrant scent... for such was it made and there will come a time when it is truly savoured and treasured by the One who is intoxicated by it. Lovely work, thank you xx |
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| Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone |
11/2/2009 |
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| It always hurts, yet it never dies. Love yourself enough that it heals well. THese words are universal. LadyJ |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
11/2/2009 |
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Maybe you're just looking in the wrong places.
And what would hardening your heart do to your poetry?
There are two dreams that I've held onto for forty years
that still haven't found any fruition. When i complain to
God the only word that reverberates in my spirit is patience.
love r |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser |
11/2/2009 |
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| Gabriel Garcia Marquez once wrote: "my heart has more rooms than a whorehouse." Hang in there. I know the feeling. This is an incredible poem, by the way. Vivid and cutting, like the shards of shattered heart one feels he or she must recollect after every successive battering. That's life I guess. Beautiful work and something anyone can relate to. That's what makes a great poem. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
11/2/2009 |
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Sad one today, Karla; powerfully penned! Never feel unloved or worthless because you're NOT. Those who think you are are wrong! They don't know the Karla I do! :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
11/2/2009 |
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What's going on Karla, that Texas heat getting to you?
You know where love is don't you? Right!
Blessings and Hugs! Jasmin Horst |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
11/2/2009 |
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Karla,
I've neve felt that love is dead,
only preoccupied.
Same conclusion?
Love, gene.
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| Reviewed by Paul D Berube |
11/2/2009 |
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| No, love is not dead. Like God, it is eternal. Cheer up, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Rebecca Russell |
11/2/2009 |
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| All too well I know these feelings because, no, love isn't dead. It, like hope, springs eternal, seeping out from between the seams of the oft-mended heart, always searching. Rebecca |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen |
11/2/2009 |
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Perhaps it needs a revival, a renewal, a great write, thank you Karla
In Christs Love
Michelle~ |
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