degrees of deception (poem) by jude forese on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by DM Yates (Reader)

Reviewed on May 24, 2014

Excellent. Just so truthful here. The levels of fate based on love and hate. I love that line.

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on May 22, 2014

poignant read

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on May 18, 2014

One day.....when truth can no longer be deceived...
Our dream...
Diana...

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on May 16, 2014

Divisive steeples
Equals warring peoples
Perhaps fate is not so bad
And maybe the Greeks were right

Patrick

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on May 16, 2014

The world we live in can be manipulated by the spoken word.

Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley

Reviewed on May 16, 2014

Ah, it is why I remove myself from all pretty much...
I am my own planet, surround myself with what I deem
important, for the rest is doom and gloom when you
look at how others are...
Those degrees of deception to self serve them self...
painful and grows old quickly...
Yet, we find our self observing so as not to be drawn
into it... That's my feeling...

You have a wonderful way of writing truth in how the world
is being viewed today... I think I need to get you out of the
Bronx and into nature :)

Love and Light,
Lily

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 16, 2014

We cannot help but speak with forked tongue. For deception is the rule and truth is hard to come by because truth never seems to bring us out of the gloom and into the light like deception does.

Ron

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on May 16, 2014

Powerfully sad, especially the last line.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on May 15, 2014

No doubt this is sad but true. I'm gagging on the lies already!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on May 15, 2014

loving the rhyme scheme and feel of this one

Reviewed by audrine max

Reviewed on May 15, 2014

this is the world that we live in. and continue living in.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on May 15, 2014

We can only make the best of what was given to us material-wise. The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky...are the ones that govern our fates, and according to the astrologists, that is how we would react to love and hate.

Sandie

Reviewed by D.T. de Bruijn

Reviewed on May 15, 2014

Very interesting poem. Caring words. Alas, this is how it is. Let's make the best of it. Each in our own place. Grtz, D.T.

Reviewed by J. Roseline

Reviewed on May 15, 2014

They are all yours!! Yes there are levels of fate!JK

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on May 14, 2014

"plastic steeples" ... now there's a priceless phrase worthy of capturing pedophile priests posted on milk cartons, degrees of deception indeed. Love your stuff, Jude.

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