In My Garden Of Joy (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 19, 2005

it will never go away, it will only grow brighter ...

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 19, 2005

A delightful write, Tinka

Reviewed by Paul Williams

Reviewed on March 19, 2005

A beautiful whimsical write Tinks

Paul;-]

Reviewed by Bianca Boonstra (Reader)

Reviewed on March 19, 2005

Beautiful!

Reviewed by Handsum Hart

Reviewed on March 19, 2005

Very lovely work here Tinka.
I saw a spider outside, trying to sneak into your poem.

Take care

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

As always you bring joy to all of us here with your whimsical writes, even if they are a bit sad between the lines, and I would love to visit that garden someday, sounds so nice...kinda like Neverland as you must be Peter pan...;) Ed

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

The whole presentation is magical and makes me feel like going to your garden, Tinka. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis HBTY!!!

Reviewed by Sassy Cat (Reader)

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Tinka,

This whimsical poem, is etched in melancholy at the ending and never ever think that things are better off like that. The music and graphic blend so well with your exceptional poem. Parts of it remind me very much of Lewis Carroll with the bugs waltzing to the tune of Blue Danube.

Reviewed by Danielle Mundy

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

absolutely beautiful write, Tinka...best wishes and *HUGS* to you.

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Tinka,

Love the art, love the write - marvelous and beautiful ... excellent my friend!!

Best to you,

Robert

Reviewed by john zimmerman

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

beautifully done tinks!

fantasyland will never fade !
at least as long as there are poets like you

l&h

john+

Reviewed by Dave Harm

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Joy and peace in Eden... where fantasies and realities become one... it can happen, it will happen... just believe...

I truly wish you a happy birthday... may all your dreams come true...

Reviewed by David Young

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Totally cool in everyway!!!!!

Reviewed by M. B. (Reader)

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

As a child I lived in the country, nearest neighbor a tree, and as I had an overactive imagination I was always envisioning fairies living in the trunks of moss covered trees, their doors in between the roots... I'd watch for them, look for them... of course they always avoided me. But I knew they were there.

IN MY GARDEN OF JOY reminded me of that magical time in my life. Only no one is better off dead. Can't see the garden, or find the fairies if we're dead, dear.

~ Mari

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Just the music brings back so many childhood memories...

I love this Tinks..I must read more of you, being new to this den place..

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Listen to the wise Lady A, Tinka. The Eden of your youth resides within you and is there for refuge, but the garden of your life is still blooming. The bugs and snakes just represent things you don't want to face. Face them, and they're no longer a threat and you will one day see them as friends...

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

i agree with george, your poetry lately has been carefree with a tinge of sorrow

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Your poems of late have a mystical charm that belies the ache in your heartt.

Reviewed by George Jackson

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Very nice, Tinka =0).

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

This is Beautiful in all ways! The dancing on the keyboard that you are doing, I dance along. as for the ending... You then look off in the distant or off to the side and you will see more dancing to be done and your fantasyland will never go away, there is beauty all around and the most beautiful beauty is in your mirror.
This is decorated so pretty I love the stationary you used. Beautiful as the poem yet not quite as beautiful as you.
Tracey

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Again a beautiful victorian(ish) poem by Tinka that leaves us feeling once more the dreams and happy feelings of youth and childhood. Once again you hav ecaptured your topic and combined it with a presentation that is totally awesome.

Felix

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Such a beautiful poem and presentations Tinka!
The music fits perfectly! I also agree with Lady A...no way!;-)

etw

Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

Fantasy lands never go away, Tinka. And your garden of joy is wonderful. Our dreams may go away but our fantasy land will remain forever, because that is where most of us find our happiness.

love from India - Joel -

Reviewed by Denise Edwards

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

A lovely garden, Tinka! A garden of joy is a place I always want to be.

Reviewed by A PAX

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

huh
better off dead???no way!!!

you can always find another garden, right?
Eden is where you make it......

forget those snakes........(and rats)
be You.......
pax A

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

A Lovely Piece, Tinka. This sounds like a truly magnificent garden of joy, and I'd love to see it, but will I really have to leave my little spider pals at home??!!

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

nice job, tinks! very well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on March 18, 2005

well done

My submarine

Here where snails in love waltz along