rapture (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on April 6, 2013

What is discarded from one, is treasure to another so it really does matter where it has been placed. Good write.

Reviewed by gus charlton (Reader)

Reviewed on March 24, 2013

new to this site
just read the board
this is the one true poem here

Reviewed on March 21, 2013

I think it does matter where things are discarded. What ever happens in life, it's good to try to hold onto tangibles....M

Reviewed by T Jett (Reader)

Reviewed on March 20, 2013

And you will, Jude ... Wonderfully penned sweets ...

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on March 20, 2013

Lets hope so Jude. But I think you will meet any changes and challenges well.

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on March 19, 2013

The earth shall give up their dead and those who have been deemed worthy and good shall inherit their place in a new Eden and those who have ignored the truth and have filled their hearts with evil shall perish with their ashes blown to nothingness. Excellent write.

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on March 19, 2013

Love the way you wound this up, Jude. All is bleakness and despair, then ZAP! Ghost of a chance, I am OUTta here!! Somehow makes you feel -- or anyway, me -- that you are bound to escape. Grinnin' & callin' back "Duuuuuuuude, don' think about catchin' up t'me.

Or am I cheering myself with fantasy? Future you paint so real that I, being an ostrich, can't bury my head fast enough?

Some'ere 'tween, I speck.

Thank you for always providing food for thought. Being y o u !!

xOx Phyllis xOx

Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley

Reviewed on March 19, 2013

For we enter this life, we make our own
preparations as time goes on... we come to our
own conclusions and own thoughts, but the great
mystery to the unanswered questions comes to us
when we journey forward :)

Love and Light
Lily

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on March 18, 2013

those opening three lines, Jude,
are tremendous and the rest of the poem
is just as good for it never flags;
"...I will listen for any murmur of reason..."
speaks to me with force and "...hopefully
I'll be informed..."

it's good to see you back, i missed your poetry

john

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 18, 2013

jude,the journey in the back of a four by eight is brief, and alas, not even ceremonial. the ride at the hands of the gang of six more brief yet. it's a fair bet we'll not utter a single complaint. and none of the earthly crowd will pass final judgement, opinions, certainly. i like the last stanza and the perspective from which it is conceived. i wish you love and peace my dear friend. jon michael

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on March 18, 2013

So richly and beautifully composed!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

Shakespeare said it well: Cowards die many deaths, the valiant but one, and some contend we live many lives, yet we Christians contend but one... tis best to make it run!! to follow Andrew Marvell... the day was meant for seizing... but too many just seize up and let themselves be sized up for their coffins... nice to see you posting again, Jude.

Roger

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

Must live to the fullest
too many are walking dead!
Great Poem, *jude*

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by John Coppolella

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

Hollow eyes. Yes, I wrote poem with a similar theme you might enjoy called Humanimals. Expressions of death well expressed. Some just don't know they are since no one told them yet.

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

1 Thessalonians 4:15-17
King James Version (KJV)
15 For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep.

16 For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:

17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.

Just a quote for you!
Welcome back, I have missed you so much.
Peace, light and love,
Amber

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

this is gorgeous Jude
& I especially love the bathwater!
& all those tortured spirits
they are all our over rung emotions

Toothless Grave Diggers & The Lost Penny
Vickie

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

It's good to read you again after absence. I hope all is well. Most of the world is wishing for the Eden you express. It would be wonderful if they're right. Wouldn't it?

Ron

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

I don't want to know when its time to move on, I just want to be surprised, but I want to stay for a while longer to watch all the hubub that will ensue...(nice to have you stop by young man...) e

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

There is so much apathy these days that dead of alive, most of us are only remains of who we once were and where we once lived. Hopefully, there will be bits and pieces to be sifted from the decay so that we can start anew and create a better world. There is a better plane, our spiritual plane, where we can still find peace and sanctuary. I hope that those of us who know where to find that place will be able to enlighten the rest. Powerful and dark, this gloomy poem strikes a strong note. Nice work, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Terry Rizzuti

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

Interesting imagery, jude, one of your best poems.

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

~Jude~

"Rest not! Life is sweeping by. Go and dare before you die.

Something mighty and sublime leave behind to conquer time."

A quote from "Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Splendid write. It is good to
see you and read your awesome poetry.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

you will be informed
budd

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

Hopefully, we'll all be informed in time, but I sadly doubt it.

Reviewed by Mor Inchrory

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

Hi Jude,
I think that there are two lines of thought on the great happening.

There are those who prepare for it all their life.

And those who are prepared to take what comes

Would it be a shame if all that effort were for nothing?

Best regards,

Mor.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on March 17, 2013

An eye-opener this a.m., Jude, for sure. This goes right along with the poem I will post tomorrow. The contents of that hearse you speak of, I believe, unloads the so-called spiritual, or soul, on its daily trek to find a final resting place for the wayward remains it carries.