Memoires ( not for the squimish ) (poem) by Paul Berube on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on December 17, 2007

"The haunting would fester within like a disease..." - This line greatly describes the feelings of one who has seen the unthinkable. I've talked, and most importantly...LISTENED, to those who have seen war. This line inparticular captures their sentiments. What I've also learned is that after seeing the things they've seen, they had a new appreciation for life; they saw beauty where they never imagined they see it. A carnation is suddenly amazing, a tree becomes a message to the soul.... New eyes view the world, yet mask inescapable feelings within...feelings nearly impossible to share. This is a wonderful avenue to express the horror that most of us only glimpse through dramatic/fake circumstances in movies or books. Different for you, Paul...and much appreciated:) People like me owe all to you and other brave folk like you.
Sheila

Reviewed by Sharon Masters (Reader)

Reviewed on March 19, 2003

A friend of mine needs to read this -- I wish I could get him to ... powerful memories that most of us will never experience except through the words of poets like you ... thank you.

\sharon\

Reviewed by B Thomas Daniels (Reader)

Reviewed on March 13, 2003

You have expresses so well memories that If your like me are still as vivid as the day they happened. Like you I have been trying to express them through poetry in hope that they may become easier to deal with.
God Bless you my friend

Reviewed by Marilyn Seray

Reviewed on March 12, 2003

Paul, this is a very powerful write. your depiction of your horrifying memory is so vividly expressed

Reviewed by Melissa Rives

Reviewed on March 10, 2003

This is such a powerful, meaningful write.

Reviewed by anne cunningham

Reviewed on March 10, 2003

i was struck by the throbbing brain cells, really, really struck.

Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

A strong and powerful write. Excellent.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

sometimes squirmish is good to present a facet of reality as it really is on this planet...

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

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Reviewed by Jeremy de Laroche (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Paul,
Amazing write!
You are truly a worthy man to look upto, paul. I honour you, your friends, and your family. Thank you for your review on my latest poem. i am currently writing another one too, that will blow all my others down the drain...:D
Hope to see you all soon
Cheers

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Such vivid images

Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Powerful write...and, yes, not for the faint in heart...

Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Paul,
Wow! There is so much here. This is a read that can be "felt". Really strong imagery, the whole poem is exceptional!

Maria

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

This is the hell the young do not remember but they are wise enough to know they don't want it. Good write.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Too real, too painful, made me weep. Such vivid images.

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

I knew I liked you for some reason. I tell my daughter when people are so cavalier
about war, especially those who have never been in a fire fight or bombing, that they know not of the horror I have witnessed, and if they did, they just might change their minds.
I tell her how even to this very day, I can close my eyes and that smell is still there, the sounds soon follow, and then terror claims my soul once more.

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Wow..intense and moving, just love these lines:

Nights are too long. Thoughts are
like reflections. Dreams are myriad.
You learn to live and adapt with
your unforgetable journey
through hell.

how much this says,
Wondefully done,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Patricia Gomes

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

My heart goes out to you. You brought us all on a painful journey, drew us right into your thoughts. Incredibly intense write.

Reviewed by Thelma Shutters (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Paul, I don`t know how or why but this is like the thoughts running through my head of how it must be for all ( you and soldiers today)of our troops. I have no children in the service but God I feel for the parents that do. Thank you for allowing me to read this. Thelma

Reviewed by Christine Morell

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Harrowing to read but a horrible reality which you have portrayed powerfully. I wish you some peaceful sleep.
Chrissie

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Wow! Great description of the horror imageries you have endured. Great write indeed!

I had one recurring dream when I was a little girl, this dream had stayed with me 'til I was in my 20's, and then went away.

It keeps repeating all the time that I took a very terrible difficult journey, walked through narrow paths, running in forests and muddy fields, until I came to a high gray wall on which there's a hole somewhere on the top for me to squeeze myself through, and each time in this dream, I squeezed myself through it, and went to the other side of the wall, and oh the sight I saw was horrible......

humans with animal heads, everyone of them.....

Then I would be so terrified, I turned around and climbed through that hole on the gray wall again and came back to this side. Again I had to go through muddy field, narrow paths, and then ran in the forests as if someone was chasing after me.....

This dream recur many times in my childhood until in my 20's, but each time I was stupid enough to squeeze myself through that hole to go to the other side.....

It was terrible and I was scared each time I dreamed that.

I'm so sorry I'm rambling on this morning. Your post here reminds me of that dream I had...

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

So sad....Hope your sweet memories are salve to those that haunt you....Ty, Dani

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Oh, Paul, such god-awful memories to have... There is horror with the pain you write about.

Reviewed by coni lea harris (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

a little more squimish than imagined, but it is a poem of wisdom,,,I think we've all had thsese kind of memories,,,how we deal with them is well another poem or story in itself,,,first I've read of your work,,,enjoyed,,,,I think I'll check out some more,,,thank you for your commment on my poem,,and taking the time to read my work,,,

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Paul,
it is strong but in it is wisdom love the ending.
peg