In Spite of Their Thorns (poem) by Karen C Vanderlaan on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 24, 2008

So many thorns...yet it is the roses of life that get us through the pain of those pricks...

a lovely combination those thorns and roses...

nice work, Karen...

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on February 20, 2008

truly a nice piece to ponder Karen, think about this when it comes to some children, "in a world that picks thorns, in spite of their roses." some Kids are so busy living in the negative, they can hardly live the positive. In my own family, I have smart young ones who hate America, One of my nephews told me he was moving to Africa. I told him if he can't make it here in America, how the hell do he think he's going to make it in Africa. As disrespectly as he is to his elders, I told him the ancestors in Africa would put a spear in his butt. He tried to call his father and I uncle Toms, kissing the white mans butt. He don't have a pot to piss in, now he's about 34 and don't have nothing going on for himself, living on his girlfriend. I told him he needs to learn how to kiss somebody's butt and keep a job. In fact some people period are so busy thorning, they can't smell the roses

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 15, 2008

Outstanding piece!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on February 14, 2008

Love the message in this write...I love how you also see the facets of others and are able to express them so eloquently.
Amor

Reviewed by Barbara Smith

Reviewed on February 14, 2008

Karen, this is written with lots of meaning & full of true emotions. Some of your poems tug at my heart giving me a feeling of peace.

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on February 14, 2008

I agree with William, this is outstanding. What a shame that in a world of beautiful Roses there is so many painful thorns. Thank you for sharing Karen.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on February 13, 2008

Outstanding Poetic write Karen
Love & Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on February 13, 2008

Karen,

Beautiful visuals. This is what life should be all about. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 13, 2008

A wonderful poem, Grandma.

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on February 13, 2008

Karen, this is beautiful and poignant.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on February 13, 2008

Excellent use of metaphor in this touching poem. The imagery of the girl lying beside you, feeling secure, is the perfect picture of innocence worth protecting. I wish all adults could look upon a child and see that innocence...and not have the urge to trample it. Hugs~
Sheila

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

This is a wonderful poem Karen,,,,children must be protected!

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

What a beautiful way to see your grandchild, how precious this will be to her someday if not already. Beautifully penned my friend, Bonnie

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

A special poem with a great message, we need to bolster those who have such strength, while making sure they know the dangers they face in this world...

Love,
ET

Reviewed by Tom Kitt

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

Into the Thresher all must go to become wheat or chaff. To protect is to reduce, to teach is to prepare. But who will teach a rose to die. Better to take the scent and lie.
Excellent poem, Tom

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

While there is a sadness in this poem, I am enlightened to know that she feels strong enough to fight her battles - always knowing that she has the support of the adults in her life. This speaks well for her and you.

God bless you. Kathy

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

aww, brings tears... i remember my lad in the night, i'd here tap tap tap, plonk, one pillow, then again, then his loving arm around my neck, as he left his room to sleep with daddy.. then at sunny up, jumping up n down, wake up daddy, sea-side daddy.. sad for me but glad for you...

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

What a strong message here, that ending really has the "pow" factor to it- very sad indeed that the world is like it is, you showed that in a really unique way-blessings, Michelle

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

Poignant poem; there are too many thorns waiting to stick innocent children in today's world. Sad; we must do all we can to protect them, nurture them, love them. Very well penned, Karen; brava!

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

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

What a poem! Such a study in innocence, both the child's and societies' to think nothing can harm our precious babies. But we are proven wrong day-by-day by the worthless scum who prey on our kids and young, defenseless women . . . The tragedy is two-fold because after their foul deed has been performed greaseball lawyers try and often succeed in getting them off or at least mange to get them a slap on the wrist . . . I wish the law would be changed so that if you molest (that means MOLEST!) A CHILD UNDER THE AGE OF TWELVE YOU SHOULD BE EXECUTED!!!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

Symbolic and truthful thoughts, Karen. Thank you for sharing them. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 12, 2008

Karen,

Poignancy and yet compassion in these lines - well penned.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.