Tender Mercy On My Soul (poem) by Amber V Moonstone on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on May 26, 2009

(snicker....snicker....) that was so heavy
then BAM! lol
I Love Your Humor....well the end seems funny to me....
not that suicide is funny at all....
nor is deception, but at least it is better to know
than to be blind & decieved by anyone I say
Much Love
Embraced~Embrass�
Vickie

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on May 20, 2009

Incredible writing, hope whomever it was for is reached!
ET

Reviewed by Mary Coe

Reviewed on May 19, 2009

Excellent writing. It came from your poetic mind. Writers always have so much going on in our head. Things just pop up that we need to write about. That's why we are poets.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on May 19, 2009

Love the humorous twist. Quite unexpected in the middle of a sad situation. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath

Reviewed on May 18, 2009

Interesting and it was a twist.
Guess who ever did that will never try that again.

All the best to you Amber,
Gwendolyn

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on May 17, 2009

crystal clear channeling, Amber ...

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 17, 2009

I am very glad that this is not about you, Amber. Sadly, the theme that you deal with here is not uncommon in this world/life. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on May 17, 2009

I think this sort of thing happens all to often. A lady whom I did not know set herself on fire because of a pain so deep she saw no cure. She passed away, alone and unrecognizable. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Excellent penning here. Hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on May 17, 2009

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! 'i ended the letter with tearful rain'------- VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on May 16, 2009

Wow your poem brought back memories
Of a time I played a sick joke on my friends
At work, they would always take my chocolate candy
From my drawer where we kept our things
So I took the wrapper of a pkg of chocolate exlax
And left the silver paper only
When back open my drawer and it was all gone
I don't think I need to tell you what happened next
We still friends and we still laugh about it lol
Love your thoughts in this brilliant piece!!
Sending you Peace Love and Light...Yolie

Reviewed by James Adair (Reader)

Reviewed on May 15, 2009

The sixth stanza (not the sick stanza) was fantastic!....I felt like I was laughing in church. And laughed again at the bowels of Hell line. This was too true to life to have been channeled from somewhere but I'll trust you on that one! Life can be so cruel at times and then again and sometimes the irony is so preposterous that we can't help laughing. Very Good Amber and just the poem for someone feeling distraught over a relationship.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on May 15, 2009

I hope not for if that is the punishment for a crime someone else committed I think I'll use a bullet. LOL Just kidding.

fee

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on May 15, 2009

Whoa, yes am glad it's not about you...
Powerful laxative ;) it's definitely cleansing
and I get the message.

Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)

Reviewed on May 15, 2009

Hi Amber, glad this isn't about you! A great write, though, about love lost. Maybe it being ex-lax was a blessing i.e. a good way to rid the toxic build up.. there's a reason for everything, at least that's what they keep saying, but who are they? :] thank you for sharing this channeled piece...

In Spirit,
Bear

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on May 15, 2009

Yes, love can be blind..it is human nature...glad you were compelled to finish this as it is full of emotions...and it is never worth taking a life,,but demonstrates how powerful hurt is.
wtg Amber,
Love,Christine

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on May 15, 2009

Whoaaaaaaaa...sure glad this isn't about you sweet lady...great writing indeed..stay safe and well..Hugss,much love too you..

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on May 15, 2009

Glad to hear it's not about you!

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on May 15, 2009

A poem suggesting a naive love betrayed, pain and tortured fragile moments with and end with an absurd twist, like a sadistic demon intervening with a gallows humor at the expense of a wringing soul in anguish just for get itself a laugh.
That channeling was its way here tell us that a soul is not in peace, yet.

Georg

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on May 14, 2009

Amber, no matter where this came from, it has a strong message.

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on May 14, 2009

Nice work, Amber...too much dung on life's roads clogs the senses...channeling and flushing it out...Tender Mercy On My Soul is both past life sequences and prophetic...Nostradamus style latrine and Amber Moonstone camp privy...I see a tent for two and a campfire and smoldering fragrant herbs...don't forget the e-coli bacteria water pills...rain poncho and some drinking spirits...be well...

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on May 14, 2009

interesting--an important message here