This really hit hard with humanity
like the old saying be good to the ones on the way up because you will meet them on the way dowm
Fantastic point of view and so powerful in delivery
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Reviewed on November 26, 2002
A powerful write--powerful impact, as well...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on November 26, 2002
Self remorse is the true hell. Wonderful write!
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on November 25, 2002
battle rage - blood rage ... difficult concepts for me...remorse, I know. Guilt, I know (got that from the church of my birth) -
You are indeed many times born.
You were ordered to battle, your expulsion is by your own hand.. your redemption is yours as well.. truth is also on that blade that drips the blood of those ghosts.. be haunted no more.. "howl" now for peace and for the pardon you are given by a spirit that will fight no more, die no more, but be guided by the love and joy you deserve and that you have, without fail. The ghosts of your "enemies" mourn too, for the ghosts of your friends. I will never have all the words to tell you how this has moved me.. I have turned a corner and you are there.. that is my joy. katy. xox
Thank you Roger! I was waiting for this, and I am not disappointed. This is a real treat, love the tone, the wording, everything about it!
Hugs,
Maria
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on November 24, 2002
I LOVE this poem....Love the language....like the word *slew* <----adore that. Excellent Roger...You Sir get a gold star!! ;) Ty, Dani
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on November 24, 2002
Now I can read it and it is one awesome piece of work, Roger. This is very powerful. I like the way you are stretching for new boundaries in your work.
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on November 24, 2002
I knew that, but I am so glad that you explained it in English. Kidding this is the kind of stuff I like. A good Howl for the Soul, (that sounded like some shit mailer from Poetry.Com You have been selected for our next hardbound issue "Howls Of The Soul". Send more money.
Ireland 1945. Florence Kite finds a letter and her whole world crumbles. Marcus Fanning was her real father. But twenty-five years ago, Marcus Fanning vanished off the face of the earth.
*tears* Too many feeling like this--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
just droppingby dad.. =)
like the old saying be good to the ones on the way up because you will meet them on the way dowm
Fantastic point of view and so powerful in delivery
You are indeed many times born.
Strong imagery and Intense.
Loved this!
Keep smiling ..
but tell me HOW many outfits do you have...lol....from bad to very bad i say...HOW about a TUX
LOVE
Funnyface
Tinka
Hugs,
Maria