You (poem) by J Michael Kearney on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by malcolm barber (Reader)

Reviewed on April 18, 2009

this is a good poem

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on September 27, 2008

A great use of words, This one makes us think more of the words we choose to say to someone else. Each person hears..and concludes the same words spoken in many different ways.
CarolHawks

Reviewed by Cles Wilson

Reviewed on January 20, 2006

WOW...Very powerful!

Reviewed by sarah playle (Reader)

Reviewed on December 11, 2005

I love your writing.

Reviewed by melbalyn baang (Reader)

Reviewed on December 22, 2004

well,i read your poem tittled dying leesons.you are correct.all of do everything to live in this complicated world.thats life,after all we die.always remember our life is only borrowed from God.God bless you...

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on January 4, 2004

Damn....love/hate
hate/love
which ever you give pain a good look!!!

Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry

Reviewed on November 18, 2003

Very good, Michael: great imagery, painful words yet true to some degree. Visit me sometime. ~~Bonnie Q

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on October 19, 2003

Then you said,
�If you think you know,
you don�t.
If you think you will,
you won�t.
If you think that sex is love,
Your sex is loveless.�

Well said!
Well written!
Thankyou!

Vesna

Reviewed by Susan Cook-Jahme (Reader)

Reviewed on September 20, 2003

Great write - very "deep" :0)

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on September 12, 2003

Very well written and very much truth here. You should be proud.

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on July 15, 2003

Another moving piece of work that was enjoyable to read. G

Reviewed by Minerva Bloom

Reviewed on July 11, 2003

J. Michael,

A visceral feeling, and so true:
"I�m dying...I�m Dying...I�M DYING...
I�m dying...to live." JMK

I can only say what my mother once told me:
{quoting someone, probably::: We begin to die, as soon as we are born).

It's so amazing and heartbreaking this gift of life and death. Is it not? And so many, the pathways (I always wonder on what is the right or wrong perspective and according to whose perception). Nevertheless, we pathetic humans, keep on trying and longing. Heck...longing is our most precious commodity. Yet what is the purpose of LONGING? Without it, we would be left without awe, at creation/evolution --combined. Lately, I've chosen to believe in both combined. Why not?

Life's strength
is drawn from the same source
as the first light of morning,
the twilight, flower's fire, oceans, mountains, births and dying...

Best regards to you, and fond memories,
keep on writing.

Minerva Bloom~

Reviewed by nevine Al Seidi (Reader)

Reviewed on June 4, 2003

Mike! I love the paradox of: "the broad expanse of precision'. The eloquence of: "The room you think is so big at night shrinks to almost nothing in the day' is so powerful. You do not need to explain what 'she' thought; the hint suffices. So when we reach the line " if you think sex...", we learn nothing more. This line is redundant. Giving us 'her' opinion through hints is more poetic than treating us to her words ( expecially that neither we, nor the world need her, LOL)

Reviewed by Candida Eittreim

Reviewed on May 27, 2003

Michael, this is so achingly hauntingly hurtful. I truly felt this!

Candy

Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)

Reviewed on March 9, 2003

So beautiful!!!!

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on November 18, 2002

poignant

Reviewed by Lawrance Lux

Reviewed on November 6, 2002

Death is nothing, but the dying and sorrow is horrid.
lgl

Reviewed by Nellie Feng

Reviewed on October 28, 2002

Sensitive and Honest.

Reviewed by Letitia Blount (Reader)

Reviewed on September 14, 2002

WOW!!! I'm lost for words. So beleive me when I say there is alot of of praise in my WOW!
Poe

Reviewed by R Kimberley (Reader)

Reviewed on September 7, 2002

Loved this!!

Reviewed by Donna Maris

Reviewed on July 14, 2002

xcellent words and sharp. Please stop and read my poetry on 9/11. I think I may know you from a chat on stories.com. Does
"I am a New Yorker" ring any bells??- donna

Reviewed by Theresa Koch

Reviewed on July 4, 2002

This tore at my heart so very sharp the lashing of words can be to ones soul!Brilliant writing`~*

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on May 3, 2002

Edgy write all the way through. You've captured the despair of those who lack interpersonal warmth. Some can't reach out, for what ever reason, and they like the position they hold. ~E

Reviewed by jeanette

Reviewed on April 8, 2002

people....people who need people...are the lonliest people in the world.

Reviewed by jeanette

Reviewed on April 6, 2002

So true.

Reviewed by Hanley Harding (Reader)

Reviewed on March 5, 2002

I am blown away! Hanley

Reviewed by Sharron Tyrrell

Reviewed on March 3, 2002

a poem that makes me think ... excellent