Enemy in the Mirror (Poetry) - 3/2/2011 10:43:44 PM
This one goes to a darker place, you could feel the pain and anguish in her words. We all see ourselves I feel in a differant light, as we gaze into our own reflection. Each time we see something differant, it's as though we're looking into our very souls. What does our soul reveal? Pain, stress, lifes cruel realities at times, as we grow older it's as though our face is a well traveled road, worn and weathered by lifes storms. This one makes you look deep within ones self. This one raises your inner emotions. Very thought provoking . I liked it. Yours truly Garry E. Lewis
The Magician (Poetry) - 3/2/2011 10:28:47 PM
Jeanne I loved your poem the Magician! I could feel the energy of the storm rush running through my body as I visualized the lightning bolts off in the distance then coming ever closer with each clash of thunder. The white caps on the waves embracing the shore line. You could almost feel the energy surging through the magicians arms out stretched towards the heavens. Great work!
Yours Truly Author Garry E. Lewis
Desecration (Poetry) - 12/2/2004 8:12:17 AM
I feel your stance on this issue...we have to take care of what we have...Now!
My Own Element (Poetry) - 5/12/2004 7:28:55 PM
i like how you use the elements in this very creative declaration ...
My Own Element (Poetry) - 5/10/2004 11:29:06 PM
Excellent! You are a mighty fine element;-)!
I admire your creativity!
Illumination (Poetry) - 12/24/2002 3:55:30 PM
Jeanne, good advice and a good poem. Really enjoyed. Happy Holidays. Bill Murray
Human (Poetry) - 12/23/2002 1:23:21 PM
Yes God placed us higher than the animals. Though we do all the things and ignore our conscience ... we still have life and have it abundantly, Happy Holidays dear. Bill Murray
Human (Poetry) - 12/23/2002 4:41:55 AM
wow!! this is such a true write!
Not what it seems (Poetry) - 10/7/2002 4:57:45 AM
Very strong images you depict and capture in this poem.Thank you for sharing.
Afrika M.A.Abney
Enemy in the Mirror (Poetry) - 7/22/2002 2:00:17 AM
For many years I was imprisoned ... not by self doubt ... but by iron bars and walls ...
but as strange as it may seem ... I felt free and had no doubts. Isn't that wierd? Bill
