Blow Your Trumpet (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Nor am I a heartless thing

Your trumpet blow for war

As I walk out that door

All I ever hear from you

Are insults…more hollow dark words

From a tongue filled with flames

Joyful and free from any blames

But until end of times... hear my last request

Now you may close your eyes

And feel the rain

Blow your trumpet of war as much as you like

And see what joy there is to gain

When these eyelids close

To be free from pain

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on December 14, 2004

very sad write...but so well done

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on December 14, 2004

This sounds like a trumpet that needs to be broken.
Well done

Peace and sunshine

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on December 14, 2004

Pain pain go away, and DCB.
Gut wrenching write here Tink, well penned.

Hugs to yah
Ch'erie

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Always you are a great writer and describer of pain...ed

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Great pen Tinka. Great

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

your are excellent at desribing the travail of pain and its desire to be free from itself ...

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

(((tinka)))

you have the absolute power in your pen to cause the reader to experience each emotion and see each pain you've endured...and make them care, an excellent write :(

you're not alone, and you're in my prayers

(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(

Reviewed by Zenith Elliott

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Nicely done, Tinka! ~Z~

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Oh Tinks, you're in a private hell.

Hormones down there is prolly right..

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Tinka, I just finished a course on Economics. The one thing I learned
that I'd like to tell you about, as you might be able to apply it to your personal life, is the concept of opportunity costs. When you apply the opportunity cost to your decisions, you take into consideration what it costs you to not do something, or what would be the cost paid, or saved, if you were to do something else. There are always opportunity costs. Hope that helps, great poem, as always.

Take care. ~ Sara

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

How unique this one is and I liked the way you wrote it in green.

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Tinka,

You can certainly blow yours with this exacting, powerful, emotional write . . . superb from beginning to end!!

Best wishes,

Robert

Reviewed by George Jackson

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Elvis lives! This was wonderful, Tinka, as usual.

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on December 13, 2004

Now If They Can Read It They May Just Heed It_

Excellent!

TRASK