Imagine a Time (poem) by Suzie Palmer on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 24, 2008

i like the image of rippling loving-kindness~

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on February 23, 2008

Heyyy, I wrote a Poem on THIS too!!!! Similiar words flowwwwwed, we are on the same wave! Let the tides ripple!
Strength in Numbers Sweet Suzie~!
May we KEEP on believing! without seeing, till the time is chosen!
I hope is ASAP!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings, Inner Peace and Hugs, Warrior Lady Sweet Sheoxoo

STay Positive!

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on February 21, 2008

Quite right and very inspirationally uplifting...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 21, 2008

These are sweet thoughts, Suzie; as per your usual offerings - very lovely. Would that it were so. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on February 21, 2008

Wise guidelines of thoughts of wisdom.

In admiration,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 21, 2008

As I look upon your smiling face in your profile picture dear Susan prior to reading this (just a tenedency I have picked up over the years for it makes me feel closer to the poet or poetess) I felt that yes...anything is possible no matter how bleak at times it may seem if we have more people such as yourself who refuse to give up.

hugs
Fee

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on February 21, 2008

Suzie,

Everything in this world has a rippling effect and can be quite infectious. Even the most trivial has a way of reaching a deaf ear. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on February 21, 2008

Beware of false utopia . . .

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on February 21, 2008

...in your asking pen...there is hope...in visual brightness.
well done Suzie...
John

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on February 20, 2008

yes yes, imagine and often

Reviewed by Tom Kitt

Reviewed on February 20, 2008

We are what we think, we think what we know and we know what we learn. Education is the means to love; education about how it actully works that we are all one - not out of reach as in the past. Science is now frozen on the steps of cooperation blowing quantum bubbles in the air waiting for the poets to guide them through. But there are so few poets who can rise above their emotional bondage in order to do this work. You are a warrior Suzie.

With respect, Tom