Heart
by Barbara Anna Marjanovic
Friday, February 16, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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What is a true heart? |
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A heart
Is a fleeting ship,
At port one day,
At sail the next,
Whimsical,
Fluttering here
Then there,
A soul without binds,
But bind it must,
Through time
Through trust,
Through winds and storms,
Bind it must.
A True Heart
Stays at Port,
A soldier at post,
Guarding for life,
That which is guarded
No more,
Without fear,
Without pain,
Without lust,
Yet guard it must.
A Pure Heart
Freely binds,
Loves without Fear,
Hopes without bounds,
Loves without guard,
Loves beyond death,
Loves with full trust,
Loves without Lust,
Love it must.
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| Reviewed by Ahmad Abang |
8/4/2008 |
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| Very lovely and presented in an interesting style.This is a good work. |
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| Reviewed by Ken Chartrand |
7/26/2008 |
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| Hello Barbara, I read your poem,"Heart". I found that this poem must have come from the heart. The rhythm you have placed into this work is just right. Fine writing. Please feel free to visit my site here in the "Den" |
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| Reviewed by John Domino |
7/3/2008 |
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A SUPER poem about TRUE LOVE!
Agape - unconditional Love is the BEST!
God Bless You!
John Michael |
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
6/10/2008 |
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| My pure heart loves behond death. My heart yearns to be with deceased hubby, but not meant to be yet. God has some works for me to do yet. His was over with. It is hard sometimes to understand why did he take him and leave me. I think he was the better person. I only have to turn to God for guidance each day and to try to keep my heart pure. |
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| Reviewed by Axilea MU |
10/14/2007 |
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I like the idea of a heart seen as a ship. Nice metaphor of voyage, winds and storms.
But I'm not sure I know what a "pure heart" is. There, you left me wondering... is my heart pure?
Greetings,
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
2/17/2007 |
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| The last stanza is perfection... |
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| Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury |
2/16/2007 |
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| Beautiful picture of a love with a true rudder. |
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