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| Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci |
6/29/2012 |
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Such a sad story written so beautifully! You've been around, my man!
Love ya!
Jane |
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| Reviewed by Vivian Dawson |
6/29/2012 |
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Almost like voodoo casting a spell !!!
*Jerry* "STOP . . . LOOK . . . BEWARE"
You already know what to do....
Lady Vivian
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
6/29/2012 |
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| Now this one I read from the inside out...riveting Jerry~fine work! |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
6/29/2012 |
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| Makes me think of a hitchhikers lament...would have liked to hitchhike across the country, but my time for that came too late...e |
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| Reviewed by Laura Fall |
6/29/2012 |
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| A heartfelt and deep moving write my friend Laura |
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| Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle |
6/29/2012 |
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When wanderlust takes up residence in the human heart, the homing instinct is replaced by the need to roam... a gestalt this poem captures quite well, Jerry.
Roger |
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| Reviewed by Odin Roark |
6/29/2012 |
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| The longings of a Bukowski lament, the blacktop moaning, like an inhaling gluttonous demon, life's highway, that paved tongue engineered to exude its invitation with no mercy for rest, ambles without regret, knowing we will have more than enough to necessitate wear and tear on its digestion. Still, we stick out that thumb for one more chance to beat the odds. |
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| Reviewed by Richard King |
6/29/2012 |
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Been there Jerry. Day to day, week to week, just looking to get from sunup to sunset and then repeat, over & over again. I know the feeling. Mix in a little female companionship along the way and it makes it all sound like a more enjoyable adventure than the reality of it all proved to be.
Course, I never did find any ".. eyes that will make me dance like a butterfly.." Perhaps that might have made the difference.
Much enjoyed, Dick
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| Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley |
6/29/2012 |
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In the pits of hell at that moment. Not only was the blacktop moaning so was your soul at that time. You couldn't have been farther down into the pit.
You have a very unique creative way of allowing all of us into your world during times of your life. I know others have been where you have Jerry, and when you write your woes your woes touch others. Those who have lifted themselves out of and off of the blacktop moaning appreciate you greatly for they know a kindred soul who understands them. You have a great gift and wonderful insight.
For myself, I walked every step in this wonderful piece! I felt what you did, but of course I feel what others feel. There are no words to describe how well you write in all you do.
Fantastic Jerry
Love and Light
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
6/29/2012 |
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Jerry,
I agree with Annabel, you are masterful at allowing your readers to see through your feelings as if we were trudging along the moaning blacktop with you in those years before.
Budd |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
6/29/2012 |
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You write this so masterfully...giving the reader a glimpse inside your soul....you're an amazing writer, Jerry! One can feel the anguish...right to the soul.....
Anna |
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| Reviewed by pat medlin |
6/29/2012 |
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| this write takes use all on a moaning blacktop trudge through lonliness.... words whose soulful crys speak for many men...women too in may be a different way...all searching, moving on from place to lonely place...no longer the heart to look for, but waiting for 'eyes that will make them dance'. i give this one a thumbs up jerry |
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