|Reviewed by Dante Feenix
|"Free spirits leaving each day as brand new" Yea, I can feel that! Much luv|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|the human spirit is beyond the reach of common bondage - we are trans celestial migrants exploring a limitless range of emotions - only our imagination limits the journey - I am enlightened and buoyed by your inspiring interpretation Belle - it is a gesture of promise to humanity - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Precious little dog and red bird of your photo.
Your poem and music blends a beautiful moment.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Your picture that painted with words of
blessings *La Belle* is as beautiful as
the song you chose!!!!
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Roger seems to have set this bird completely free, Belle, in ways that we can all empathise with. As our soul and body age, perhaps we feel these confines like heavy shackles around our ankles as we consider how much we are bound by the loyalties forged in our greeness of youth but which we have largely outgrown. Then, of course, there are the constraints put upon us by external forces which are not of our own choosing. Only the spirit knows how to fly duty free! :)) Love the light and airiness of this write which puts a lift in all our clipped wings. Bless you, xx|
|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|...ah yes, free as a bird in paradise,
free from age-old bonds and advice...
oh to be free to be free as a word...
for only words can fly... don't ask why...
Your words have flown without feathers to the hearts of your readers...
to set them free from their tethers... from their wherefores, there why's and their whethers... Nicely done, La Bell Rouge.
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Beautiful as life should be that two can share something so wonderful. What hold's us back? Just wonderful, thank you for touching my heart
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|So true and with such a cute picture...love it.
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|First off let me say, the picture is marvelous, what a cutie, the song, yes, someone else knew your thoughts before then, didn't they, and you said it so well too, did'nt you. Hugs|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|that's how it should be, Belle.
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Beautiful Belle...your words have never been encumbered nor fettered for as long as I have known you...you soar freely with each genre you quill and I hope you're doing well and the summer finds you in a little sheer beach dress blowing up with the tide kicking up your feet in the sand...
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Absolutely beautiful, Belle. It flows so perfectly with the music you selected. Over the years, you've done some pretty great stuff, but I think this just might be in my top ten. Dick|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
Woiuld that it were so and we could live as free as your wonderful tale entones like the cute puppy in your photo.
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|How wonderful to live in a land of freedom. Your words make it so inviting to leave our cares behind and focus on our blessings.
Puppy doesn't seem to appreciate it, though--what a cutie!
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|ďfree to grow up and free to grow old.Ē No truer statement has ever been told.
I'm happy to say that my puppy, Jazz, was free to run the entire length of the house, inside and out, and to sit at the gate for the little children to come to him so that he could bark viciously and snap at them like a free Pomeranian should.
It was only when he ventured out on the street where he dearly love to roam, that he was attacked by larger dogs three times and didn't survive the third. He was free to live and free to die. I wouldn't have it any other way.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thank you for sharing this uplifting and inspiring write, Belle. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Yes it is a wonderful world where we are free to follow our own destiny. Love the photo, so adorable..
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by jude forese
i like what you say in this poem but don't forget, some birds live in a cage ...
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Haha! There was a time that was pretty much like that, Belle. It was called the "summer of love." 1969 . . .|