Quixotic Hauntings (poem) by A PAX on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 20, 2006

Stunning write Anita!!

Love tinka

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on October 19, 2006

Anita,

This is an awesome poem, especially when read aloud, because of the wonderful metre and rhyme that flows so naturally from your pen.

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Joyce Hale

Reviewed on October 19, 2006

Stunning, Pax, in its imagery and surrealism! Well done!!

Peace. Joyce

Reviewed by Brett Moore

Reviewed on October 19, 2006

I love how this poem romanticizes but pinches you to let you know you're dreaming.

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on October 19, 2006

I have always found a passionate yearning that can never reveal itself is a very painful experience. Sexy, powerful poem that describes that yearning all so well. ~ Sara

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 18, 2006

This is seductive sensual and surreal!

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 18, 2006

mesmerizing and quite beautiful ...

Reviewed by Taylor Ryan

Reviewed on October 18, 2006

Whoa Anita... the heat is surely ON...this is hugely sensual and wow have you blended your words in fabulously fashioned steam...And to think from the title, I thought it was going to be all about Halloween....must be the child in me, but I let the woman read a few times. Sizzle....
xo Taylor~

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on October 18, 2006

This is hauntingly well expressed for the season just right....
Joselyn

Reviewed by Paul Williams

Reviewed on October 18, 2006

I've got one of those entities (he wishes lol)...but she's nowhere as sensual or as delightful as this Phantasma-erotica (ooo new word?)lol. Excellent write Anita

Paul;-)

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on October 18, 2006

APax,

Eerily beautiful and sensual. It's an entity in itself.

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on October 18, 2006

Ditto...can't improve on what's been said.
You are a talent.

Elizabeth

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

Eerie love...mysterious couplings...howling orgasms...you got me spinning with this A...
Love a magic....humming!
Susan

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

Wow this certainly is completely different! You are an exceptionally talented writer and you've used your skills well in this piece.
Congrats!
Chanti

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

Very nice, Anita -- I especially adore the line, "There in the corners of never and always..." Geez oh man, that's beautiful. I wish I had thought of that (wink).
Love,
CJ

Reviewed by Jacqueline Marshall (Reader)

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

I'm sending applause...so well written. A sizzl'in keeper. JM

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

Brilliantly haunting in the land of never. Victor

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

A brilliant sensuous write A Pax
I love It
A masterpiece a sure keeper
By the way
That was no try
You the boss

Love & Peace
William

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

Anita

You have pulled it off..
Ths is a humdinger of a romantic pen, highly original with just the right sprinkling of passion and sensuality..

Way to go poetess !

Peter

Reviewed by Lew Duffey

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

wooooo! I don't know whether to say scarey or sexy. Either way, it was a great write.
God Bless,
Lew

Reviewed by Rusty Daily

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

Attempt? This was a home run. This is really, really good. Write more of them. Please.
Rusty

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

Wow your romantic write "attempt" is one hell of a fine romantic write and awakens the senses to the power of love for sure.

Fee

Reviewed by Edwin Larson

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

"In the smallest corner of never"....Hot write Lady A. !!!

Reviewed by Approximately Naive

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

Many a heart have been yoked by the whisper
Of love which was there, yet unreal

What better than to be joined to love - genuine,limitless, undying love. My understanding of love was distorted in an era and perhaps culture that did not believe in wearing its heart on its sleeve. In our somewhat pragmatic, stolid household love was not whispered nor was it touched, approached, given or recieved. To think of love any other way was to be idealistic - that was me to a T, an idealist with a cause: to be haunted by the ideal of love, real love, even unto madness...

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on October 17, 2006

Prolly burned themselves to death, then came alive as zombies and got
natural citizenship in oz, and ate up all the peeps, so we can use it once again as intended. Gotta send our muslims somewhere..