You are so right and what a beautiful way to tell it,just beautiful.
I missed you.
Best wishes always
from
your fan
Kay.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2004
You are the most wonderful poet.....this is beautiful....I love poets..and their way with words....truly gorgeous write....and pic......ty, Dani
Reviewed by Andi Chrisman (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2004
very wonderful!
Reviewed by Carol Chapman (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2004
While others observe, poets immerse. You have dipped your pen in the secret places of the soul and poured the life waters of art over the seeds of words. Breathing on it, you created poetry. I bow my head in deep humility over the lyrical treasures of poets.
You promised you won't tell...Tsk>>>...just joking!!
Awesome write Bhuwan!!
O' you did steal many hearts with this package......wink>>>
Love Tinka
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2004
Love the way you ended this one! Great write! and so true ;-)
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2004
"He is,
a born lover.
Inherent love
is the grandeur
of his liberal soul. "
YES YES YES....so true...I love poets...and I love being a poet...we "think" deeply..."feel" deeply "express" deeply...
we are ALIVE..... great poem Bhuwan..clap clap for you..floria
Bhuwan, this poem is rich with love and eternal wisdom. Some people have enough stock of love and humanity and can offer more while some others' reserve is very scant and always in shortage. I think a good poet like you belongs to the former group. Thank you for your excellent work.
Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2004
'Flower of love
is his life,
but he bestows
the nectar of adore
even to the thorn of demise.'
The outward current of love, flowing where it wills, because that is what it does... If it ceases to flow, it ceases to exist.
Beautiful and true. Unfortunately, I seem to get the illiterate guys that can't even pick out good greeting cards, let alone be the slightest bit poetic. <-;
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
"Not
blood
but love
flows
inside his veins."
I adore this write, Bhuwan. Wonderfully penned.
EMJOYED MUCH
WILLIAM
I missed you.
Best wishes always
from
your fan
Kay.
Carol
Bravo.
Gina
Allen
Awesome write Bhuwan!!
O' you did steal many hearts with this package......wink>>>
Love Tinka
a born lover.
Inherent love
is the grandeur
of his liberal soul. "
YES YES YES....so true...I love poets...and I love being a poet...we "think" deeply..."feel" deeply "express" deeply...
we are ALIVE..... great poem Bhuwan..clap clap for you..floria
Wonderful write, Bhuwan!
Carmen
vesna
Hugs Ch'erie
Great writing.
Andrea
is his life,
but he bestows
the nectar of adore
even to the thorn of demise.'
The outward current of love, flowing where it wills, because that is what it does... If it ceases to flow, it ceases to exist.
A beautiful poem, Bhuwan!
Thank you!