Lost (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 28, 2004

lol

Reviewed by Alice Cooper (Reader)

Reviewed on October 27, 2004

Baby you are my muse. My dream and my heart. Nothing is impossible if two peoples love is deep enough to create a miracle. And my love is. When I feel deeply toward another the MUSE takes over and I cannot help myself. I am like on a rudderless ship heading in all directions ... but knowing my object and where my port is ... I urge forward until I spot my Lady on a far away hill and I reach out for her praying when I arrive at my destination, I will not find it a mirage and just another dream. See hows a MUSE can make me verbose
and a little cracked brain. But end this "MUSAIC"? piece ... all I will with any meaning is: "I love you my Tinka."

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on October 26, 2004

Tinka,

A very a-'muse'-ing write ... wonderful!!

Robert

Reviewed by Eddie Thompson

Reviewed on October 26, 2004

wow...i had this same feeling not too long ago..i have a very similar poem in my authorsden collection...mine was even shorter, however...*grin*

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

try google ;)

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

Your muse has probably gone on holiday....Tinka
Peter

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

I am a Mused :):)

It will come back, when you least suspect it, mine got up and went for a bit, mind you I had a serious brain overload at the time, trust me it will come back, with relish hon.

Love n Hugs
Ch'erie
PS I wrote a real stinky last night LOLOL, but I could care less, I hate apathy.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

Tinka change is always good for us, don't fight it;-)
Your muse is waiting for you to make your decision!

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

It's just out taking a swim; it will return shortly. Muses need vacations, too!

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

Tinka
I saw muse
it hitching a ride on my Tricycle

William .....Peace

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

(((tinka)))

did you misplace her again? i do that on occasion LOL getting older, i can't always remember where i last saw her

YOU? run out of words?? NEVER!

keep searching--and i'll still be reading your poetry!

(((HUGS))) and love, karla.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

hope it isn't lost for long, tinks! nice write and music!

(((HUGS))) and love (and prayers), your friend in America, Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

They do do play a good game of hide and seek. Nice write.

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

As Long as It's Not your Hands Or Your Mind!!

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TRASK

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on October 25, 2004

Love it!!!