The Hunger (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 16, 2005

Totally, outragously glutenous, and horny, to boot!

Ron

Reviewed on January 14, 2005

Reminds me of another "Diner"-write of yours, last autumn. Hmmm... a tasty waitress can make a mouth water, whether it be The Savoy Grill or The Greasy Spoon! You must be a ham'n'eggs man... fruit would be my banquet of choice: just can't get enough of it!! Exotic and juicy write, Jude! LOL Kate xx

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

Classic ACE. Very multi-layered poem..

Reviewed by andrea coltman

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

Think I read the same menu!!!...great metaphoric statement, Robert...best wishes Andrea

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

Third stanza is magnificent, Sir Ace. Another engaging masterpiece.

Reviewed by Regina Pounds

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

Good philosophy: to make do with the available...

Gina

Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

The lines about the waitress...excellent stuff. Skilled, as always.

Reviewed by Russ Okamura (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

A metaphoric masterpiece. The quality of your poetry is very inspiring to read.

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

this is great...lets hear it for those really tender loins

Reviewed by George Jackson

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

Excellent write.

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

a captivating write....you do these so well...

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

A very intriguing write, Robert. Hope all your hungers are satisfied.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

Made my appetite jump a notch or two both for a steak and a bigger slice of life. Nice analogies Robert.

Felix

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

Always hungry, yet filled! Feeding others from our own want and plenty. Many twists and hidden meanings, well penned as always, Jude.

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

I see you choose the right wine with your meat of choice. WTG

Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

This hunger is a symbol of inner quest...the obstacles and disturbances are Trophe(d) in the adjectives, which give a jarring effect (I think deliberate to explain the situation)...

Very involving and atmospheric poem, it has a primary and a secondary meaning from transcendental perspectives...

Debashish

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

A captivating write about a good meal with good wine and a woman to top it off.

Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)

Reviewed on January 13, 2005

Your words are always a feast for the soul ... Wonderfully written, Jude ... (Shallots, portabellas and garlic, sauteed sounds wonderful!)

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on January 12, 2005

Ah, the loins of a good woman can take away a life of hunger...Ed

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 12, 2005

And you almost had my mind go goofy here...

"I would love to taste the waitress�s flower
Positioned on her blouse
Next to her heart..."

Dang you know how to swing a goofy to a serious thingy!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on January 12, 2005

I'm hungry now.
Excellent write.

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

Reviewed on January 12, 2005

And I had tunafish but you make me hungry.

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on January 12, 2005

Well, Jude, I guess you'll just have to settle for what you can get.
Very creative intellectual write.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on January 12, 2005

I hunger for a energetic conversation too :-) This could be read on many levels..........

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 12, 2005

In the world of reality we wind up deferring our hungers
to feed others, rightfully so as you show so eloquently
in this poem...

Eileen

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on January 12, 2005

Sometimes our dreams seem to be too well rooted in reality for us to realize them. Often times I wish that, as I am soaring, I was not required to keep at least one foot firmly planted upon the ground. One day as I transcend the ethers and feed my body to the earth, my dreams will all be realized; in the meantime, I will hold on to them with all of my might. Very deep write, Robert. There are lots of emotions scattering within the verses, like a sea of dominoes falling one into the other.

Take care,

Sherry

Reviewed by Woman Words (Reader)

Reviewed on January 12, 2005

I stopped to imagine each taste, then reached the end with a smile of understanding