All Misty Eyed (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 5, 2006

A prescription for misty moods: a walk a day and a nap a day.
Eat healthy foods and get enough rest.
Too simple, right? Try it, you'll like it!
Hope the mist dissipates soon.
Connie

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on September 5, 2006

... Glad I didn't Misty this one, Tinks!! Is it me or does this appeal to the little girl in me, in one of them... "I am just gonna lie in the supermarket shopping aisle and kick my legs and damn-well scream if I have to buy another bag of dog biscuits, let alone put another meal on the family table"... Yeah, I thought so... just me then. THANK GOD for those Misty Shores of Love, huh??? ..... Makes sense of all those Misty Moments of Other Life... Could SHOUT this one!! :)) LOL K xx

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on September 5, 2006

Time for a cherry ripe sweetie when these moods hit, LOL the Chocolat and cherries do the trick, stuff the blue's right off

Love and Hugs Ch'erie

PS Top write SIS

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on September 4, 2006

well done ... clearly captures your mood ...

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on September 4, 2006

How will I get through this day?
Without losing my temper
Or killing someone

I know that feeling, all too well!

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on September 4, 2006

A gem again, Tink

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

very good job with this poem, Tinka!

Susan

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

These are the time we gotta get out and enjoy ourselves...
Fun always fun fun fun tinka

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Beautifully expressed in words we can all grasp and take heart in.

Fee

Reviewed by Steve Patterson

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

nice poem. well expressed.
cowboy

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Tinks

I usually have a frothy mocha and relax, that soon chases the blues away..

Rock on sister..

Love
Peter

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Sometimes we need to go under the covers and forget everything until we shake the mood. I know the feeling Tinka, and I'm sure we all can relate! Hope its gone by now,find some joy!;-)

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Moody days, who needs them anyway. I try to remind myself at times like this that either I must control my attitude or it is going to control me. I can usually turn my frown into a smile with very little coaxing, I hope you can too.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Our lives are so fragile and abundant with those little things that sway us one way or another. It's those times when all is well and in harmony and filled with light that we all strive and hope for.

Too bad they don't come more often. A good honest write Tinks. Your specialty!

Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Reviewed by m w

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Just a little depression triggered by separation anxiety.

Reviewed by K. Mulroney

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Somber and sad. But oh so very well written!

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

There's light at the end of the tunnel that will being her into a new day of happiness.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

Moods come and go ... Tinka
A well written piece
Enjoyed

Love & Peace
William

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

This one is relatable too for many you expressed emotions well in this poem.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

"Misty tastes the moonshine, teardrops in your eye." John Denver, my knight in white satin soaring over the Rockies and country roads.

She do have the Moody Blues.

Ron

Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

This is precious Tink!!!Thank you for your consistant reviews..I DEEPLY THANK YOU!!

Eternal Love, Dove

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

Reviewed on September 3, 2006

But out of the mist someone can come and sweeps you off your feet. Victor

"All Misty Eyed"

Without losing my temper