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by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Friday, March 7, 2003

The ultimate power of Destiny,
the Master of Mystique,
includes the fallow designs
of fate, providence,
kismet, and luck,
irresistible doom,
inevitable demise,
our yin and yang,
our karma, our fortune,
our inexorable lot.

Are we preordained?
Who so decreed?
That some must live
in misery?
While other�s lives
are free?

The brutalized children,
is it their fate,
to be raped
and beaten down?

The soldiers of war,
are they premarked,
apportioned
before they are born?

The millions who starve,
is it their lot,
to slowly
waste away?

The car crash victims,
their circumstance,
are drunks the
course of design, today?

It seems to be,
appointed carelessly,
intended needlessly,
as predetermined futures,
of incorporeal occurrences,
abstractly formulate
our theoretic existences.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
� Copyright 3/7/03�

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Reviewed by Micha Julian

Reviewed on March 14, 2003

Erin, yes...yes, and why?
How all too horribly true...and as Katy said, this, this is 'hypnotic' and has an awe provoking 'terrible beauty'...
(((((you!))))
written with the blood of your heart and excetionally sensitive and truthful soul...damn, you have once again...showed us what a POEM can do...you, so gifted...(((you)))
Honestand painfully yourself, honest and beautifully yourself...so much CARING!
also, always...how deep that soul is!
Love You...
m.

Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)

Reviewed on March 10, 2003

Are we preordained?
Who so decreed?
That some must live
in misery?
While other�s lives
are free?

great questions and such poewrful writing

Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

Good write, good questions this stimulates the brain

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

Well written piece and you got me thinking here!

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

Profound work and profound questions.

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

This is excellent write...superb my friend...cheers...love n luck...BHUWAN

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

The fickled finger of Fate, who can predict who it will pick.

Reviewed by Christine Morell

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

Excellent..so much to think about.
Chrissie

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

Erin,
"The soldiers of war,
are they premarked,
apportioned
before they were born? "
Very full of depth in verse.
peg

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

Can we change our desitiny? Yes, and Yes! But can we change anyone else? I hope so! Great write!

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on March 8, 2003

oh god.....u got me thinking here!!!
very good!

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

great write, flows so smooth

William

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Excellent flow of thoughts. Good write.

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Damn Robert, that was a good answer.
Ditto.

~E

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

we are what we make ourselves from the chatter of past lives... excellent write...

Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

It is not a theory that this is excellent, it is a fact. Nice job.

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

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

Um, they said it all :(....I'll just add that your writing is strong, deliberate and unique!! Love it. Ty, Dani ;)

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

My god, Erin! This is positively hypnotic in its scope and 'terrible beauty'.. a commentary that causes a rush of emotion so intense it took my breath away. You have woven a tapestry of gorgeous words and provoked thought that should not be ignored. WOW! I tip my hat.. you, my dear friend, are a poet extraordinaire! katy.

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on March 7, 2003

One of the best here today. I was speaking to a friend about the colors being alive over at the French Market today and how the sun reflected upon the cheeks of happy children and just how obsolete war seemed when you looked at the colors come alive and then listened to a child's laughter. I believe in harmony and I also believe there are ways around war. Sometimes it is lying in ones bed in the wee hours and listening to one's own heart. If you don't hear anything then you have a real problem The simple details of living gets bypassed constantly for greed.
I stll am a believer.
Love, peace and harmony,
Susan

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