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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
11/28/2008 |
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Yes! I can relate, Walt. Thank you for sharing your philosophical perspective. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
11/20/2008 |
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| I think weall want to get away at times.. Flying is the way to go!...M |
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| Reviewed by Michael Guy |
11/20/2008 |
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| I've felt that way very often and you said it well...Great pic too. Sure to be an emotional favorite with many... |
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| Reviewed by Janet Caldwell (author) |
9/22/2008 |
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I'm with you, I want to fly away. lol I wanted to stop by, haven't 'seen' you in ages. Have a great weel Walt.
Janet xoxoxo |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
3/20/2008 |
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| Guilty of that...wanting to escape at times...like a bird...free to go where and when I please! Excellent |
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| Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten |
11/15/2007 |
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Wow! Jeanette and I have the same dreams...I too find myself in wide open fields, running and flapping...and then, finally I feel the weightlessness and the freedom of soaring through the skies...
Your poem brought a few favorite sayings, from my mothers, to mind...
"If you can't make it here, you can't make it anywhere..."
or, to "run away, is to be followed", and, "to stick it out, is to trip and fall, only to get up and try, try, again!"
but..."Flying" is a good remedy while your at it! :)
Enjoyed~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~ |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
11/14/2007 |
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| A lovely wishful poem. I have used my flapping hands and arms to fly--in dreams--and it was wonderful. There's nothing like that weighless feeling of sailing through the air. It also gave me a sense of power. Nothing like it! I wish... |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Mullan |
11/14/2007 |
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| Wish I too could fly and visit different places. Nice piece. Thank you, DL Mullan |
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| Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope) |
11/14/2007 |
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| Walt with the wings of your poetry you are already flying and soaring higher than birds and aeroplanes. Wonderful poem. Man has had dreams to fly before he actually invented the aircrafts |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
11/12/2007 |
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| It's not fair. I can fly the skies; I can fly from top to top of each building, but I can not build; I have no hands--just wings and claws. And man is down there ringing bells, because he has two hands that build. --The meadow lark |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
11/11/2007 |
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| Cooky, but I'm listening to Goo-Goo Dolls atdemo, and their theme tune to City of Angels. Together with your words and pic, can really get those wings goin... really far out and kinda... patchouli!!!!!!! TY Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by SOULFUL SHEE G. Pulsing In Passionate Purple PassionS |
11/8/2007 |
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I feel sadness, but that was then and this is NOW! :)
YOu express so much in these longing lines!
Spread them wings ( in your hearts ) and fly!
Warmly, Warrior Gypsy Lady Sheeeooxxoo
STay Positive!!! |
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
11/6/2007 |
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Flying for me would be the tree top flyers that I got used to getting around in a while back. Boy! What a thrill old Sierra Lima was a few years back. Sure do miss that Aero Commander.
Love,
Susan |
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| Reviewed by Gloria Buono Daly |
11/6/2007 |
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| This is an exceptional prose. There's a lot of life in-between these amazing lines. I'm so grateful I'm whistling. Thanks for sharing. My best, Gloria |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
11/6/2007 |
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:(
Oh I wish I could change those hairy arms into wings!!
love tinks
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
11/6/2007 |
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lovely poem Walt! we all want wings;-) (you have the planes wings to use)...
ET |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
11/6/2007 |
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An outstanding poetic piece Walt
Now that picture you chosen
is great a real symbol of a great city
Getting home sick for a place I no longer wish to be
For I've done my time "In Hell"
Peace Be With You
William |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Smith |
11/6/2007 |
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| Walt, many of us have felt this way...many, many, times. I'm glad God gave you hands so you could share your wonderful poetry with us here at AD. This poem is sad in a way & I must say...how grateful it is having you here on AD. |
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
11/6/2007 |
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Aren't you glad that the Wright Brothers didn't give up flapping their wings? Great write,
Cheers,
Dan |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
11/6/2007 |
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Poignant excellence, of wanting to just get away...well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge |
11/6/2007 |
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| I feel that way sometimes too Walt. Lovely poem. Our wings are not physical and they take us places the birds can't go. |
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| Reviewed by Kathy Armijo |
11/6/2007 |
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We may not have wings, but we can SOAR. I hope your life takes flight and takes you where you want to be.
Love. Kathy |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bowling |
11/6/2007 |
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A moving write my friend, touching as well. I think we have all felt this way at times...years ago I recall writing a poem, simply titled wings...I often imagined myself sailing through the air with no worries, no cares...just gliding along with peace. Soon the troubled waters calmed and life seemed to resume as it had, and I passed the simple poem onto a friend whose turn it was to walk through the fires of life...hang in there! Great write!
Blessings,
Joyce B. |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
11/6/2007 |
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Walt, You can fly, I do it all the time..The thing is, you can't do it for escape, you must do it for growth, and adventure, and lightness.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V" (almost ready to send you our collab) |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
11/6/2007 |
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| yes, i have often felt the same way- |
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| Reviewed by Ted Bossis |
11/6/2007 |
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| Of fantasy & folly honesty is abound ~ Ted |
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
11/6/2007 |
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Yes Walt I have to agree, there are times I too wish I could fly. I always say we had to crawl before we could walk and gain confidence to run and yes one day I will be free as I fly with the Angels, until then I'll be happy with those two arms. Thank you for sharing Walt.
Newfie Hugs, Rose |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
11/6/2007 |
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At least you have a car (I think!); I don't! I have to walk everywhere--on CRUTCHES, yet! Oh, well: it could be worse; have to learn to look at the blessings that God gives and has given me. Excellent pen, Walt; very well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
11/6/2007 |
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Brooklyn Bridge is not a take-off place to go flying, only heart broken lovers do that in a foggy day, when you get a pair of wings you should go to launch yourself from the torch that the Lady is holding and soar over Manhattan...
My God!!! it sounds like a 20's speakeasy kind of jazz.
Peace brother
Georg |
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| Reviewed by R Beeman |
11/6/2007 |
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to be able to fly and even sing too would be a wonderful escape.
randy |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
11/6/2007 |
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Don't we all wish that from time to time Walt but it is like the old saying "You can run but you can't hide."
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson |
11/6/2007 |
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When you get there Walt you will still
be there with you?
Stay safe.... |
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