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Magnificent Pudding Called Life by Jerelyn Craden Sunday, October 08, 2006 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan Embracing life.
Young man with a game leg pushes a food cart down the street A food cart to keep him from falling over No cane no gold for a cane No silver for a wheelchair A food cart will do And it does fine An old woman in a bathing suit shuffles in slippers along Spillway 3 She sags in her memories yesterday in her eyes Black boy in a white store Clean as a top on a freshly polished creamer Careful unsure Wants no misdemeanor Slips out of sight in the night Charlie needs friends Hes lonely on his motorcycle No one to suck wind with No one to drain beer with No one to tempt fear with Charlie needs friends Pregnant she waddles in an oversize t-shirt Could care less, no need to flirt Worlds going on inside her Thats whats real thats the deal Snippets, snapshots Kings, crooks, crackpots Angels, demons, all between-ments Beautiful, perfect, stunning, dear when clear of illusion and fear
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Reviewed by Lois Christensen	6/13/2008

You have seen these true things through your own eyes and I thank you for passing these on to us. Good write and interesting to boot.




Reviewed by Axilea MU	11/12/2007

I love the word pudding in the title. This is probably a favorite, I really like the way you observed and described, with no judgment and with a certain warmth. Greetings, Axilea




Reviewed by Chuck Keller	7/21/2007

That's what we poets do, Jerelyn... We steal scenes, vignettes and scenes from life which others either choose to ignore or don't care enough about and we put it into words for others to read. Like a snapshot in a photo album, your poem "shows" some of the magical and tragic moments most people miss.




Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan	2/8/2007

nicely done and very enjoyable read-i your bio-page was interesting as well-thanks




Reviewed by Tactfully Naive	10/29/2006

Observational documentary about everyday life in it various forms and expressions. A view from a bridge, as it were.




Reviewed by Regis Auffray	10/14/2006

A kaleidoscopic look at life; this is very well done, Jerelyn. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace to you, Regis




Reviewed by Brett Moore	10/13/2006

I try to see life this way, when I'm clear of fear and illusion. I think you have hit the nail on the head with those two words. Very smart.




Reviewed by jude forese	10/12/2006

the clairity of perspective and manner you developed this poem makes your poetic pudding quite invitive ...




Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)	10/8/2006

Fantastic, how many do indeed live such a life.. Beautiful, perfect, stunning, dearwhen clear of illusion and fear <---- Top words btw nice bio pic..




Reviewed by J M	10/8/2006

I too found this piece to be qwell constructed and a powerful poem.




Reviewed by CJ Heck	10/8/2006

(Clapping) This is brilliant, a wonderful write about life, Jerelyn. I applaud you -- and your poem. My warmest regards and respect, CJ