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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
5/3/2010 |
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Thank You Amber
for allowing me to read another outstanding poetic piece
Love & peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by Holly Ibbitson (Reader) |
5/3/2010 |
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| Amber this is simply beautiful. |
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| Reviewed by J'nia Fowler |
5/3/2010 |
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| Beautiful longing for that which is "right." As long as we worship the all mighty dollar we will never experience harmony upon this Earth. So sad but true. Hugs, J'nia |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
5/2/2010 |
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| DONE VERY WELL...ONE CAN ALMOST 'HEAR' A WHISPER. A LOVELY WORK WITH THE PHRASES AND IMAGERY THAT STRONGLY SUPPORTS THE THEME. THANKS FOR SHARING AND LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by Michael Guy |
5/2/2010 |
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And the most telling verse why I too am sympathetic to the Native American POV: "We have forsaken the true element of harmony,
man is destined to dwell among the darkness
when the Earth begins to crumble
and dissolve into the abyss of human ignorance."
I liked your poem a lot and i like that music too; that's why I even wrote a whole Symphony using N.A. feelings and influence. I guess it may have been one or couple of our past incarnations... Seems likely,
Have a good week anyway despite the world trouble... |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) |
5/2/2010 |
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| why do we seem to be the ones who have screwed everything up? another beauty amber. |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
5/2/2010 |
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...there was a day man respected all of earth, now there is much too much destruction for greed...May the winds keep howling!
Love
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
5/2/2010 |
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We have forsaken the true element of harmony,
man is destined to dwell among the darkness
when the Earth begins to crumble
and dissolve into the abyss of human ignorance.
So sad but I agree with these apt and timely sentiments, Amber. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
5/2/2010 |
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| A beautiful write. I can recall times in my youth when the lakes and streams were clear and free of toxins, when gardens grew in rich, untainted soil. And yes, there was a harmony between man and nature. Will it ever get better or will it just continue to get worse until man annilates himself? |
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| Reviewed by TONY NERONE |
5/2/2010 |
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Dear Amber, I like the direction you took in this very fine writing. I think it was very serene and forthcoming. A beautiful writing and breathtaking!
GOD BLESS YOU Always
Tony |
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| Reviewed by Richard Orey |
5/2/2010 |
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The combination of Social and Earth pollution creates a steady push toward making the Ancient Voices Of The Wind more and more difficult to discern and an upgraded quality of life less and less attainable.
Perhaps to be done wih the issue, we should just build one gigantic outhouse with pathways leading to it from every direction as the repository of all human putrefaction and put the expert transgressors in charge of the Compaction Unit. We'd be happier with our cleaner lives, and they'd be happy wallowing full-time in their toxic environment.
"Ancient Voices" will be my platform as I run for public office in the future. I'll just say, "Amber sent me." Do I have your vote?
Richard
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
5/2/2010 |
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| sometimes i feel like a roaming buffalo on the crown of a native american's head ;) ... seriously, your poem captures a tranquil mood of wind moved by the pulse of the earth ... |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
5/2/2010 |
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| nostalgia for what once was and a sense of supremem loss hit me as i read-i was touched and feel it a very powerful write |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
5/2/2010 |
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We have forsaken the true element of harmony,
man is destined to dwell among the darkness
when the Earth begins to crumble
and dissolve into the abyss of human ignorance.
Powerfully sad; Powerfully true. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
5/2/2010 |
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The Spirit of the Elders are talking to me with a sad tongue and it brings to my eyes tears of shame for not have preserved pristine the heritage handled down to me...
Wounded Eagle
Sioux
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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
5/2/2010 |
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"Ancient Voices Of The Wind" take us upon Mother's
ancestral stones where cultivating the soil and
living off the land offered unification to the
all empowering circle of life...(which I still live off
of through deer & pheasants-if one won't eat it-don't shoot it)
and now we have farm harvest for cows, chickens, and sows & eggs
all with chemical poisons to the chain, thus unending continuums
into the cycle of prosperity to the health of everything...
I value the circle Dearest Den Sister & also
I value ""Ancient Voices Of The Wind" for value to earthen offerings
is nourishing to the ensoulments of all
Love's Bounty Offering
Vickie |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/2/2010 |
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Ahhh the wise Shaman of south of the border sings her song and the winds echo her sentiments...well done Amber.
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| Reviewed by Sophia Choudhury |
5/2/2010 |
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so very lovely-----a Shaman's dream------Amber these voices will always be with you----loving and guiding-----
blessings! |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
5/2/2010 |
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| EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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