Welcome to the Town of Dying Dreams (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 21, 2008

I'm sure this is a much related to analogy,
Brought to the forefront with mastery.

Walt

Reviewed on August 18, 2008

How very sad this write is and brings back memories of a time best forgotten. well done Fee, as you take us on a trip through our own memories.

kathy lynn

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on August 15, 2008

Powerful and sad in its content; splendid writing, Fee! One of your best; bravo!

(((HGUS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on August 15, 2008

This captures what lost love and lost dreams are all about, it is what is left of them that really count. We must learn from what has happened and try our best the next time around. Wonderful poem, Fee, as always.
xo Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Lois Christensen

Reviewed on August 15, 2008

Agree with this write. Things have gotton so bad at times. Here the streets roll up with darkness. Noone likes to go outside too much or stroll the streets. Once and I while I let out all my frustrations too. Am with you all the way with this write.

Reviewed by Southern Comfort

Reviewed on August 14, 2008

We have all stayed there once or twice, until we get the guts to give it another try and rejoin the world! Another GREAT WRITE, from a Master. HUGS! SC

Reviewed by Denise Edwards

Reviewed on August 14, 2008

I quess most of have there atleast once. I love the way you describe it. Very well done!

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on August 14, 2008

An excellent write dear Cuz although very sad and I hope to never go to this town. I know this place exists because I have often said a dream never dies only a dreamer. You never disappoint us with what you share. Thank you for sharing.

Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on August 14, 2008

But off into the forbade horizon
gazing upon the land of a far
I seen a statuesque woman riding
or perhaps she was driving a car
none the less I had seen her
and the colors of her hemesphere
a chromatic change was comin to town
and it was her vision oh so very clear
she was the rider without a frown
she held her faith of hope as a badge
and courage was her flag of might
she came to give glory abound
so that we could soon see the light

Embraced ~ Embrass�
Vickie

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on August 14, 2008

Hi Fee:

This one is so sad. Is this a true story?

Sandie May :o(

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on August 14, 2008

"...but you can buy used teardrops sold as bottled water..." Oh boy! what the heck are you doing wandering in the corridors of dark dungeons where the stone walls show the scars after the broken nails of past ghosts which tried to write one more last poem...?
Exellent my friend, you will scare the pants off of some, but, excellent! ! !

Georg

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on August 13, 2008

such a sad write that speaks of where many have resided at least for a time

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on August 13, 2008

Fee,
Perhaps I have a dark sense of humor, but I really enjoyed this poem. I love the creativity of the clock and the invented downfall of beloved heroes. LOL. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)

Reviewed on August 13, 2008

Excellent absolutely Excellent , I am being sincere when I react this way, I believe I am slightly histrionic!
Again Excellent
Peace and whole happiness to you
Peacea n love;
Richard C SuAREZ