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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
6/24/2009 |
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Rest your weary head on me,
My precious little friend.
I'll always be right here for you,
Friends until the end.
Anna
This was neat to do. Great idea LG. |
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| Reviewed by Carol Grace |
6/9/2009 |
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She rests her head upon his back
and strokes his silky hair,
his heartbeat calms, her touch reassures,
their embrace, something beautiful and rare.
While others rush along their way
and miss the joy of finding
that one bright moment when life stands still
and our cares begin unwinding
these two reached out and took a chance
when they might have looked the other way
we all could learn a lesson here
we still have time today.
Hey, there...I have trouble writing a poem in a box like these provided for our comments, but I loved the chance to try. Thanks for the exercise. Carol |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
5/24/2009 |
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They listening to each others innocent heart beats
Thank You L.G for sharing this jewel of a picture
It speaks for itself....
Love & Peace be with you
William |
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| Reviewed by L. Figgins |
5/24/2009 |
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Oh people, you are all truly beautiful. And John-you had me laughing out loud on a dreary day. Thank you, all...
Love, Lin |
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| Reviewed by Pierre Ortega |
5/24/2009 |
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Feelings
The only difference between the feelings
of any living thing
is how deeply they're felt
The only thing that matters
is the good they bring.
Pierre
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
5/24/2009 |
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Motherly love on the wings of a pure, white dove.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley |
5/23/2009 |
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Beauteous gifts of love’s innate tenderness;
Embrace these wings to fly;
Soar like the bounty of empyrean heavens;
Through you I reach the elevations of the sky...
To be continued ...
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
5/23/2009 |
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His mother gone, he seeks out warmth,
In body as well as spirit.
He finds it in an unsuspecting creature,
Where he satisfies the need for both. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
5/23/2009 |
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Bound to earth but loving the feathers of an angel.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
5/23/2009 |
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We human beings can learn so much
From the so called 'lower creatures'
They'll accept each other, willingly
Regardless of any differing features
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
5/22/2009 |
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Ain't that sweet, a monkey and a dove,
Two diff'rent creatures, but much in love!
Oh, if we could learn from them, learn to see,
Pure, sweet love: a gift from the heavenlies!
That's my poem for the year! :) (Don't do poetry; I write stories! LOLOLOL)
Well done, Lin; I love it!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
5/22/2009 |
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i find I'm often blind to love;
like, when I find it difficult to know
when a donkey's really a burrow
or, for that matter, when a monkey is a dove. |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/22/2009 |
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Love knows no bound'ries.
If animals know this, why
can't man learn from them?
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
(Well done, Lin. Adorable image.) |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
5/22/2009 |
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Such is the true spirit of love,
even creatures small,
share this gift from above,
transcend, species, barriers, and all.
Bless you! Jasmin Horst |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
5/22/2009 |
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naughty monkey,
your hairy touch
sends shivers
through my feathered world
from beak to tail
my blood is rushing
and lo! my feet are blushing |
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| Reviewed by The Bear Paw |
5/22/2009 |
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Hi L.G. This is more of a caption, for lack of words right now...
Resting on Love |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/22/2009 |
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Ahhh my little white angel of the sky, I but dream of you and sigh,
you could make me do or die, make me laugh or make me cry, I know you think I am a clown, and at my antics often frown, but I still love you anyway, fly me to heaven with you some day....
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
5/22/2009 |
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There once was a monkey in love
In love with a beautiful dove
She was his best friend
From beginning to end
Now they both smile from above
I chose to do a limerick. Thank you for the inspiration. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary |
5/22/2009 |
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Pals
Friendship springs from
the most unlikely of places.
All it requires is
a common cause, or
a common need.
Ibid and Angelo
were as unlikely as they come,
but they were pals
united in the need for
just a bit of warmth
on a cold city street.
Dallas D'Angelo-Gary 09 |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
5/22/2009 |
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Sweet Dove of peace,I hear your call
with your gift of love you bless us all
ET |
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