My Dreams (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on December 18, 2005

Better get em examined before they become too punny.

Ron

Reviewed by sarah playle (Reader)

Reviewed on December 18, 2005

*L* Fun and entertaining, yet thoughtful at the same time.

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on December 16, 2005

hmm..does the full moon affect you like that??..I know it affects me that way..my dreams become lucid..oh what fun..what bliss!Until the letdown..a hiss!

vesna..:)

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on December 14, 2005

It does seem to be an intersting month for dreams. Thanks for the sharing and such a joyful read.

Reviewed by The Smoking Poet

Reviewed on December 14, 2005

Dream then, Jude, dream, and muddy yourself in those dreams, wrestle with them and sing love songs to them and race them to the stars.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on December 14, 2005

Sounds marvelous, Jude - Dream On!

Reviewed by Debashish Haar

Reviewed on December 14, 2005

A very interesting setting, Jude. A good satirial drama: past, present and future!

D

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

Dream, flow, fill the basket of bounty in the muse of your dreams. Then feed us all until we beg for more.
blessin's Bro AJ,
cynth'ya

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

We have to be spontaneous and natural in all our words, movements and actions, to be able to propagate our dreams and schemes...
Peter

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

Dreams are what some poetry is all about
Excellent piece

William ....Peace
Happy Holidays

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

Perfect offering Poet!!

Love This One!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

Isn't it great when this happens and we finally manage to break free of today's bonds to celebrate and enjoy yesterdays laughs and tomorrows smiles.

Felix

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

love this feel good piece Jude...

Carole...love and peace

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

I dropped by on this yesterday. Love it! As Kate says, upbeat party poem. Send some of that energy to me, please. ~~Nordette

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

I love it!! See them in their shades!! "Tour-de-force" springs
to mind. Encore! Encore!! 'Pea' <3

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

Fantastic poem. Dreams are forces that you should join as there is no way one can escape from them.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

Ho, ho, ho! Love this upbeat party poem... first four lines sounds like you have had one two many and are seeing stars after walking into the doorframe... nah, that's probably me after me early evening G&T. But, dear me, how rude, Jude!!? The fun with the pun on pun is it's alternative meaning, no? And I love to get Turner going this early on a Tuesday morning... Thanks for the smile! :)) Have a good day, pounding those mean NY streets now you're OBVIOUSLY over the fevered effects of the flu. Adieu! :)) Kanttellapunfromarhyme Kate xx

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

Another great work.

Reviewed by Dan Rains (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

Sometimes all we have are dreams. Excellent write.
Dan

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

Beautiful dreamy poem Robert,thank you so much dear sir for your kind and caring words on my new poem,your comment means much to me,thank you again.
Sisterly Hug from
your avid fan
Kay.

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

Dreams are the keystone to the poet's/writer's constructive technique. The poet/writer has to know what these images mean. Why in a dream does the poet/writer climb through the window instead of going through the door? Makes for good poetry/writing. Lover, cat burglar, bright colors, neutral shades, Middle ages, beneath the ocean. Hopefully your dreams are counter-balancing your conscious attitude in your altered state of consciousness. Dreams are knowing the symbolic and the prophecy of things to come.

Sage

Reviewed by June Thompson (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

bravo!

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

Right on! Dreams become realities and when they do we jump on it. Love the energy in this poem.

Carmen :-)

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

the light-ness of this is contagious, Jude.

Reviewed by Janet Parker

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

The dark times always work in us to bring about renewal. Delightful poem, Jude.

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

Excellent time of high spirits...

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

I can sense the mood lift as the sun once again permeates the dreams
to allow the fun to begin;-) tis the season to be jolly;-)

Delightful poem!

Reviewed by Michelle Mills

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

This is a fun, whimsical write Jude. I love it! Michelle

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

yup you gotta have fun fun fun, or what else is left?

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

Stepping out of the shadows and back into the light, accepting ourself as we are and loving it. How could our dreams not drift into that beautiful place of fanciful amusement where the white light pours onto us and prophecy spews forth from our soul? Welcome back to the shores of enlightenment where all of life becomes a motion of emotions and beauty can be found in all that surrounds us. Lovely write, Jude...I love it!
Take care,
Sherry