For Dirty Harry, who taught me more about life, than I ever knew, I didn't know.
There is a cave, in which I dwell, within its darkness, I cast a spell. Upon myself and those I seek, they are the ones, the truly meek.
I hold them dearly, so close to me, for despite their faults, I know they see; there is a greater good for all of man, not just the pious, with godly demands.
Listen to me darling, and those I love, look not for inspiration, from above. Chose justly what, you truly know. With love of life, let your spirits flow.
Together we, shall churn our brew… a cauldron of respect, for me, and you.
Nice composition, Sara. I liked the combination of cave/magic spell. Indeed. We are probably all living in our individual caves. These are however being wired-up and connected to a server at the Authors Den. Franz
Wise message, Sara. Thank you for this offering. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2004
A message poem, Sara, and a cool one, at that! You're wearing your 'thinking cap' pulled all the way on, aren't you? (smile) Wisdom dwells within your perfectly delivered rhyme and meter... but it's what you say here that has truly provoked thoughts that will linger. Good stuff! katy xox.
Reviewed by William J. Cryer (Reader)
Reviewed on April 30, 2004
Very nice...I'm getting a small hint of humanism from you. Spiritual divorce is difficult to portray, but I suppose it has its place. I like your poetry, even if I don't always agree with your philosophy.
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on April 29, 2004
Sounds a bit socialistic, but seeing as how you threw in my man Dirty Harry, what the hell.
Reviewed by Charles Mann (Reader)
Reviewed on April 29, 2004
EXCELLENT,I enjoyed reading this very much Sara.
Blessings to you.
Charlie
Love does not fade away easily....its like doggyshit on a blanket.....it sticks...I think you know what I mean......but thank God the smell goes away after a while and you can bear the stain!!
But that same blanket still makes the heart warm!!
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Blessings to you.
Charlie
Love does not fade away easily....its like doggyshit on a blanket.....it sticks...I think you know what I mean......but thank God the smell goes away after a while and you can bear the stain!!
But that same blanket still makes the heart warm!!
Love Tinka