Mortal desire..... (poem) by Karen Palumbo on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 19, 2011

Truer words were never spoken!

So sad and scary. Where electronic "help" is concerned, highly
ironic.

Great job, Karen, Luv, GREAT JOB!!

xOx Phyllis xOx

Reviewed by David Hamilton

Reviewed on February 15, 2011

It has been a while since I have visited your site. It seems you have been quite biusy writing more poetry. I liked tdhis poem very much. It is very descriptive about the current state of affairs in the world.

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on February 9, 2011

Beautiful writing sweet lady...Hugss stay safe and well

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on January 27, 2011

UNTIL EACH ONE OF US REALIZES THAT...OUR DESIRES, MUST COME SECOND TO 'HIS'...AND THAT 'HIS' WAY, IS ALWAYS THE BEST WAY...THINGS WILL NOT GET BETTER, ONLY WORSE. WELL DONE, KAREN...THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on January 27, 2011

But the hatred man inflicts on others is not a natural phenomenon of the earth's cycle of divine events. Hatred is a man made invention because those that hate are not satisfied with living the code of decency that says, "do unto others as you would have them do unto you." To those that hate, these words are propaganda; to those that hate these words are for sissies; to those that hate these words hold no value.

There are 10 laws of God that I am required to obey, and they are called the 10 Commandments. But it appears that those that hate decry these commandments as bunk, and ignore them so they may wage hatred throughout the world. The little boy who couldn't get his way now flies airplanes in to tall building killing those that have done the man no worng, and yet the man considers himself a hero. A hero of hatred is nothing more than a terrorist, a coward.

We need to stop and take in the beauty that is the natural phenomenon of the earth called Mother Nature. I only wish that everybody in the world would get along with each other, and let each other live the lives they were given by God Almighty.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

Reviewed by karen logan

Reviewed on January 21, 2011

Very wonderfully put Karen. Enjoyed it very much.
Karen

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on January 20, 2011

There is much inner vision in what you have preceived and written Karen , and i fear you are right in many ways. Are we approaching the "End of Days"? I wonder..M

Reviewed by Margaret Mullings

Reviewed on January 19, 2011

Powerful and very enlightening.....a sobering warning to us all!
Karen, what a timely and moving poem! appreciate every word in
each line! Excellent poem too! Please convey to Robert to keep up
the wonderful job he is doing with the photos.....oh hug those
adorable two for me, I hope they are well!!!

Much Love,
Margaret

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on January 18, 2011

Excellent, Karen, I am with you on this one, love it!!

Reviewed by Douglas Bentley

Reviewed on January 17, 2011

The world.
Either your part of the problem
Or a part of the solution.
Great Poem

db

Reviewed by H. Lena Jones

Reviewed on January 17, 2011

"There is much more it seems..." Indeed there is, and it makes no difference our turning a blind eye or blaming global warming! There is much, much more...we need to seek the face of God, before it's too late.
A powerful and time write, dear karen. Excellent!

Hugs,
Lena

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on January 17, 2011

Karen, it is obvious in living the day-to-day life that humility is a societal refugee. Even common courtesy has abandoned the streets of mankind. Dashed by crassness and the "I" syndrome so pervasive in the whole of society today. Compassion is a marooned child on a deserted island. Faith is a word almost perished by government edict. We have far to go in this era of mankind. Your poem should act as a wake up call for all who still wear the colors of compassion close to their hearts. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on January 16, 2011

A very realistic look at things, Karen...it speaks of prophesy of things foretold many centuries ago...the picture is gorgeous. The cycle of creation and destruction...birth, death and rebirth to color our world perhaps next time on simpler terms...be well.

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on January 16, 2011

....we have enough to handled with natural disasters, a crime to add our own destruction, will we ever learn?...much food for thought...well written Karen!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on January 16, 2011

each quatrain blends into the entire poem quite well, Karen ... really enjoyed reading ...

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on January 16, 2011

Stunning and thought provoking.

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Mortal Desire Is Ones Own Self Centered Inequities.i.e.Greed$...

Like: Me,Myself And I...Look Around You Everywhere'...

TRASK

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Your poem highlights the flood of information we are exposed to, yet how little wisdom we actually have. We microscopically examine the trivial and ignore completely the clear message our world is trying to tell us. Well done, Karen.

Chip Bergeron

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Humility over hostility, a bumber sticker slogan,
that needs to be imprinted within every heart.
Truth will rise above spreading across the land,
when the time comes for each to play a part.

Your verses are most appropriate and timely, Karen; perhaps a recipe for healing and living. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Karen,
My hubby and I have conversations about this all the time. I was nodding throughout this piece. Perfectly said!
Sheila

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Awesome write, Karen; well done!

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

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

"This place we love, yet show little regard"
is right at the core of the problem, Karen...
is this love only lip service, the sound-good soundbyte?
The evidence of our greedy careless actions suggests we are not really committed to doing what is essential.
You set me off here - good writing does that.

John

Reviewed by The Poetess

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful.

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

A moving poem that delves deeply Karen ~
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

When it rains it pours
When it don't there's drought
But I sure hear what
You're talking about

We race from here
To there it seems
Lockstep in motion
Ignoring our dreams

Patrick

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Beautifully written Karen and fantastic picture.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Karen, all I can say is, Spot on. Absolutely spot. ON. Well done!

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

That photo is GORGEOUS, as well.

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

Heartfelt Karen, you are shining a great light here

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 15, 2011

How well you tell the "Much More" Karen! A splendid poem,right on the mark,and lovely photo!

Love,
Eileen