Recent Reviews for Michael S. True
The Legend of Chief Shock’n’Awe - A parable for the masses… (Short Story) - 4/14/2013 5:23:22 PM|
Ron... thanks for the feedback, edits made per your observations.
The Legend of Chief Shock’n’Awe - A parable for the masses… (Short Story) - 4/12/2013 6:38:05 AM
Yes, some interesting moral dilemmas presented here. There also is the parallel to our time and our commander-in-chief's propensity to go to war and use the naïve young to do the fighting. We are also “killing” some of our best elders by forcing them into early retirement.
Two things were out of place. To “tithe" means to give 10%. Red Feather would be very unlikely to hunt in the night, except perhaps, during a full moon. However, if he was a warrior seeking to kill his enemy, he would strike at night when they were sleeping.
The Legend of Chief Shock’n’Awe - A parable for the masses… (Short Story) - 4/12/2013 2:44:15 AM
Prince Frederick and the Selfish Spell (C)2003 (Short Story) - 9/28/2003 7:34:09 PM
Not bad at all :)
Prince Frederick and the Selfish Spell (C)2003 (Short Story) - 9/28/2003 12:24:34 PM
Good expression, lgl
Prince Frederick and the Selfish Spell (C)2003 (Short Story) - 9/28/2003 11:28:14 AM
Michael a very enjoyable story. You are a very talented writer, keep up the good work! ~Z~
Prince Frederick and the Selfish Spell (C)2003 (Short Story) - 9/28/2003 10:59:33 AM
A truely wonderful tale Michael! I enjoyed it so very much! Please continue to write tales like this! I have nine grandchildren who will love reading this!
You have a great talent!
Prince Frederick and the Selfish Spell (C)2003 (Short Story) - 9/28/2003 10:33:21 AM
I thought this was very well written.....Very!
Some divine images within!
A true fairy tale…in a truly old fashion vein…Like Hans Christian Anderson (sp?)
My Daughter...*who is fast asleep now* would love this to bits…I’ll read it to her in the morning
It has just the right amount of intrigue...and drama....fun and dialogue.
A really enjoyable tale..Glad the spell was broken...;)
HAPPY REVOLUTION! - By Michael S. True 4/24/13 (Article) - 4/25/2013 7:20:42 AM
Michael, you are so true! I do believe that relocation and revolution is the answer. And cutting off our media for six weeks would certainly turn our minds from mush to lush. There is one fly in the ointment though. Bringing back Tupper parties would probably be the end of the world. Viva la Revolution!
Early Learning Ideas for a Visually Impaired Child (Article) - 6/20/2005 4:05:22 PM
interesting and informative article; thanks for sharing! very well done! :)
Separation Anxiety in Children (Article) - 9/28/2003 11:07:11 AM
Michael, these words of wisdom will help many! What you need to do is join in the Roundtable, and let us know when you've posted things. I'm tracking you, but if it weren't for your post, I wouldn't have known about you.
I raised my children to be independent adults, allowing them to explore within reason, and allowing them to take responsibility for their own actions.
I have a daughter who is now 28, who was my clinger and my last child. It hurt to have her go to school, but I hid it well from her by telling all the exciting things to do and all the new friends she would have. I took her to school and introduced her to her teacher, and when she was occupied meeting other children, I slipped out the door. I waited impatiently for the bus bringing her home but reveled in her joy of doing this on her own...
Chaos Will Reign (Poetry) - 5/24/2013 1:19:00 PM
Strawberries heal forever. Tangled imaginary truth, to chaos
will reign for reality clings.
Lady Mary Ann
Chaos Will Reign (Poetry) - 5/24/2013 11:09:19 AM
A stream of consciousness masterfully woven together into a quilt of life that ultimately reveals a gifted mind at work. Stunning.
Chaos Will Reign (Poetry) - 5/24/2013 7:37:47 AM
Your poetry is most welcome here in the Avenue of Duds. I find your style and wordsmith ship most refreshing and interesting to read. I can't admit to understanding it all, but what I do understand cuts through like a hot knife in butter. I can just see it sliding off the knife as my mother tries to slather her new baked bread with it.
Your words seem to reflect the “uneasiness” of the milieu of the Big Easy, not so easy at all with the constant threat of the waters above or the treachery within swamping all of her history, excess and creativity.
We Have This Problem (Poetry) - 5/20/2013 9:50:31 AM
Wow! That was an earful for all the bloggers out there, all the pundits, and all the backyard politicians who have a solution to everything as long as their “right man” is in charge, or was it a “right woman” who takes all the heat while we drink a beer.
We are a nation of slackers and nose to the grind laborers who can't wait for the weekend to chill back and wait for the next big thing. Only time will tell when and if we will be able to face real danger and overcome it.
Everyone needs to read this.
We Have This Problem (Poetry) - 5/19/2013 2:39:24 PM
Each stanza makes a point that is an artifact of today's life. Well expressed.
There Is No Quiet Time (Poetry) - 5/17/2013 1:33:29 PM
A busy brain indeed! One that taps into the same alphabet,the same language as all the rest of us, but yours dispenses magic in words, and rhymes, and stunning thoughts. Masterful.
There Is No Quiet Time (Poetry) - 5/15/2013 2:03:23 PM
Unique endeavor to embark a worldly write of a poet's quiet time.
Lady Mary Ann
There Is No Quiet Time (Poetry) - 5/15/2013 8:22:28 AM
This is a tour de force of poetry! I'm not sure what the original was like, but this edit catches my attention like no other poem I've read recently because it uses the language to the fullest and spares no part of a poet's soul.
I wish that I could write the way that you do.
Jerry Was High Again (Poetry) - 5/11/2013 11:07:27 AM
Now that's what I call character development! Reminds me of the few I ran across while being the University's land manager. One guy even lived in an abandoned concrete culvert between our warehouse building on a bit of land owned by the Presbyterian Church for their student outreach building.
I certainly wouldn't call Jerry high, I'd rather call him, “low.”
Jerry Was High Again (Poetry) - 5/10/2013 7:24:27 PM
Of a crusty Red Sox ball-cap..mystic words that he borrowed.
Twilght...fascinating insight Michael.
Lady Mary Ann
Sound Reasoning (Poetry) - 4/15/2013 8:22:54 AM
Sound invades every hour of our being and cannot be denied. Although sometimes, when I'm in a deep writing mode, all the sounds around me get blocked out and I no longer hear them.
Sound Reasoning (Poetry) - 4/14/2013 5:12:28 PM
Edward Phillips... not a waste of time. Silence cannot exist where the mind is concerned, only the desire to muffle that which distracts us from our intended focus of attention. If I am to be a part of this temporal plane of existence, however, all things must be considered. After all, life is the experience!
Sound Reasoning (Poetry) - 4/14/2013 4:33:37 PM
Sound reasoning can lead one to hearing voices of discordant reasoning and extraneous noises which could lead to finding that which you wanted to avoid all along; therefore, sound reasoning is a waste of time. Makes perfect sense to me. I wonder if it works with sex?
Private Matters (or: The Bootcamp Blues) (Poetry) - 4/7/2013 9:40:47 AM
When I went to bootcamp in the early 1970's, they were desperate for recruits. Although, just as dehumanizing, contemporary enlistment in the all volunteer armed forces subjects new recruits to an intensive screening to insure pliability and a psychological bent towards blind obedience.
Private Matters (or: The Bootcamp Blues) (Poetry) - 4/6/2013 9:58:07 AM
Got me thinking about the movie, Biloxi Blues. I've never gone to boot camp, but I have been in Boy Scouts and understand that the military likes to take out all of your individualism and make you a slave to the military command system. I have written about boot camp with the help of my nephew, who has experienced it in my novels.
From your poem I would say you were affected greatly by the experience.
A Sailor’s Tale (Poetry) - 4/5/2013 9:47:30 AM
Thanks for the tip Edward... My Bonnie lies over the ocean - past tense, lie? Now I lay me down to sleep - present tense?? A most confusing conjugation. I did a stint as a sailor in U.S. Navy. Part pirate in past lifetime...
Burned Up (Poetry) - 4/5/2013 9:35:13 AM
'Twas the lady's strategy, not mine!
Burned Up (Poetry) - 4/5/2013 4:08:09 AM
hmmm not so true to the diet
A Sailor’s Tale (Poetry) - 3/28/2013 1:06:32 PM
A whale of a tale and it's all true
He swears by his tatoo.
A lengthy tale worth every comma,
And whether your lover is a lay or a lie
it's OK by me.
A Sailor’s Tale (Poetry) - 3/27/2013 12:46:29 PM
ABOUT LOVE – A POETIC ESSAY OF SORTS (In Five Easy Pieces) (Poetry) - 3/18/2013 10:17:19 AM
What a tour de force on love and life––almost to the point of obsession.
If marriage is the consummation of love, my younger brothers have each tried three times. I prefer to let love happen, having spent many years not seeking it or expecting it until it happened.
As for editing, lose the loose. It sticks out like a goose with the neck too long.
My Mother’s House (Poetry) - 3/8/2013 7:47:28 AM
What a horrific story! Told very well. It's the secrets that haunt my mind.
Rainy Day Imagery (Poetry) - 3/7/2013 6:51:20 PM
No umbrella for the mind. Droplets of memories and delightful
imagery of your thoughts.
Lady Mary Ann
My Mother’s House (Poetry) - 3/7/2013 6:34:56 PM
Surreal of your emotions. Well written.
I too, now going through the embellishments of those secrets 'n' memories.
Lady Mary Ann
In the U. S. of A. (Poetry) - 2/23/2013 12:01:54 PM
This is a powerful story told in very literate style. It simply oozes authenticity. The majesty of the telling is surpassed only by the tragedy of the story. It reminds us of the hypocrisy in how we welcome the wretched poor from the south, exploit them, then discard them like the trash we welcome them to clean up for us. It also tells us the black pages of our history are still incomplete.
In the U. S. of A. (Poetry) - 2/22/2013 7:34:53 AM
This is a fascinating poem about how we are two-faced about our neighbors to the south. As long as there is this great disparity between the average income of the United States citizens and those south of the border, this kind of travesty will continue. I am in favor of a work program that would have strict regulations on employers and would prevent the kind of illegal activity taking place now with people coming across the border incognito and trying to make their way until some sort of amnesty comes along and grants citizenship to those trapped in the country who would rather go home the money anyway.
Unemployed Americans lament about these workers taking their, “jobs.” However, most Americans turn their noses down at jobs like this because they think they are “better” than doing work like that. If we continue that attitude it will be our downfall.
I wrote a short story about Katrina called, “A Hellava Way to Die.” There are many stories that arise from storms like this.
Late Night Freight Train Blues (Poetry) - 3/19/2007 4:22:23 PM
Wow! As Karla says you can 'feel' the train coming in this wonderful poem. I love trains. As a chld I lived beside a railroad track and heard the trains coming and going day and night. Thank you for this awesome poetry.
Late Night Freight Train Blues (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 7:43:10 PM
Late Night Freight Train Blues (Poetry) - 3/16/2007 9:04:29 AM
One feeeeeeeeeels the thunder under theri feet, feeeeeeeeeeels the rushing of air passing by...thank God for trains. :) Well done!
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
Rainy Day Imagery (Poetry) - 3/10/2007 3:11:19 PM
whats this poem about?
How the Journey Began (Poetry) - 3/9/2007 3:29:52 PM
I find such tremendous connection in this one. Wow. Very nice work.
Rainy Day Imagery (Poetry) - 3/9/2007 3:21:38 PM
This sent me reminiscing, to summer days spent at my grandma and grandpa's house. It made me smile as I read. This is wonderful! Thank you.
Rainy Day Imagery (Poetry) - 2/22/2007 2:44:35 PM
It sounds like your inner child rememebers some of my inner child's memories. Each summer, we would visit our relatives in the Treasure Valley of Idaho. There, we ran through the fields, played hide-n-seek in the barns and outhouses, and savored Grandma's cooking. These are such pleasant memories to recall when the rain falls.
I sure enjoyed your poetic tale,
Rainy Day Imagery (Poetry) - 1/27/2007 12:24:42 PM
Welcome to the world of the poets mind. Pick up your pen again and let your mind write for you.
Rainy Day Imagery (Poetry) - 7/20/2005 7:56:20 PM
Amazing imagery! Excellent flow!
Rainy Day Imagery (Poetry) - 7/20/2005 12:26:57 AM
How the Journey Began (Poetry) - 5/15/2004 8:52:43 PM
Love your imagery here!
Looking for the Right Words (Poetry) - 1/6/2004 4:19:28 AM
Your words soar!
Looking for the Right Words (Poetry) - 1/4/2004 1:40:30 AM
Keep your head down! Those speeding projectiles could be dangerous. Very interesting visions in this. Well written piece of work. Lisa
Looking for the Right Words (Poetry) - 1/4/2004 12:42:53 AM
we must be careful of what we step upon ... well written verse ...