Poetic Lubricous (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on July 21, 2005

slippery...but nice

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 14, 2005

And regardless, you assemble well, my fried.

Ron

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on May 1, 2005

...and what an ability you have! Wow this is incredible!
Chanti

Reviewed by Linda Roman

Reviewed on April 30, 2005

The sexual formular for creating a masterpiece.
Excellent !!!

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on April 30, 2005

This is why your poetry is always a treat to this soul who loves to explore :-)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 30, 2005

The only way that I ever "write" something is when it writes itself; most often in the dark hours. I cannot ever seem to write anything of my own accord. Truth expressed in your verses, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace to you. Regis

Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*� Authors & Creations

Reviewed on April 30, 2005

"This poem is alive and on its own". Yes, when they don't flow lubricously or fly boundlessly, they are not truly alive. This is the poetic truth.
Love&Light*
Alexandra*

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on April 30, 2005

Oh Yes ... artistic expression must remain free,
for that is when it is best. This poem is a
good example of true art.

Peace,
Joseph

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on April 30, 2005

super, roll on Ace. G

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

Yep. You do what you do to it and it do what it do to you. Sometimes it writes itself or at least feels that way. Loved it, Jude. ;-)
~~Nordette

Reviewed by Sue Hess

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

excellent

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

"This poem is alive and on its own:
I am just a transpose figment of its imagination"

This to me says it all. Excellent!

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

ok... so the blow-your-mind-wide-open Jude is still around and ever as profound. yep, you're a poet alright, but you're some kind of pioneer, too. love it. in about a hundred years perhaps I can articulate it a bit better.

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

replenishing the blood is the thing...
another excellent write, Sir Ace.

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

well done

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

Smooth ride of poetic brilliance dear Jude

;)Ch'erie

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

A poem is much like a seed that has been delivered and within us will grow and flourish into whatever its DNA has planned for it. It trusts us to nurture it, feed it and allow it to grow into something of its own design. I loved this line: "I am just a transpose figment of its imagination" I believe that line says it all. Excellent poetry with strong images smooth flow and magnificent metaphor. It is poems like these that show your true talent, Robert. These types of offerings strongly state your position as an exceptional writer, leaving the rest of us to limp to the finish line behind you.

Take care,

Sherry

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

Hey Jude, right on this tells us a lot of how your thought process coexists with your fantastic imagination. Well done.

Felix

Reviewed by Roger Ochs

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

Your poetry slides into my mind, but once there, it always has a bit of sand to rasp my thoughts. Thank you for the stimulus.

Reviewed by Henry Stevens

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

Yes, the poet writes, but the reader owns the poem. And I'm happy owning this one, Robert. Thanks, Henry

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on April 28, 2005

Juicy metaphor describing the act of creation. It is rather vampirish isn't it? Come to think of it, Bella was a thrill. Yes, the poem comes from another dimension. We're just the vehicle. Our juices flow, and oh does the poem love its wheels...

Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson

Reviewed on April 28, 2005

I have to agree with Eileen on this Robert, The proof is in this write, and you have mastered the pen with this one...outstanding.

Allen

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on April 28, 2005

Good morning!! This is my kind of awakening!! The aromatic oil that deliciously runs all around body, mind and soul like some mystic, energy-releasing life force, Jude. Inspirational butterfly wings are pinned and coloured by every word and this beauty of a poem, as Eileen says, is almost like a formulation of your modus vivendi, I think. Effortless and fully comprehensive of all that poetic lubricous does and is with homo poeticus (as it were!), defining and creating him/her in the process. You describe a complete union that is, of course, very sexual and arousing; that is the very act of creation and recreation: the intangible and invisible taking shape. Reckon this must be PT at its best - and certainly one of yours: is you, in fact. Needless to say am keeping! :)) TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 28, 2005

Smooth write...and {blushing} my thoughts kinky too when I looked at the title....kinky me Awwwwwwww...no cure for a wicked mind I guess!!

But still a very smooth read!!

Thanks for the 'Lost" moment...lol!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 28, 2005

I first thought it was going to have something to do with some kind of new sex lube...damn, and I was all turned on for that to happen...;) Ed

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 28, 2005

With this poem you have gone into another realm leaving
us lesser wanabes with our mouths agape. I believe
this poem certifies what you have always said, you are
a living poem! Now I have to wonder where you go from here.
This is a tour de force that will be hard to match! Bravo!

Eileen