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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Price |
9/28/2009 |
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| I love this poem, ballad of Joan of Arc; reunited. Yes, she was before our time even. The same story repeats itself endlessly and then with a sparkle of brilliance the odd one out leads only to be betrayed in the end. Jesus's appearance is brilliant. Bravo. Liz |
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| Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine |
9/28/2009 |
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Right now this part of your poem is particularly meaningful as I write my present book on women in combat:
"God’s mission was for me
On bended knee
Implored a king
The men would follow me
Fought with passion
Sought God’s guidance
Victory comes with me
Blood-stained weapons
Plots fell to skill
Great cost with victory" |
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
9/27/2009 |
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| Sheila, this dramatic work showcases a tremendous talent my dear friend, yours -- bravo for a rendering deserving much priase -- peace and love my dear friend -- Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by Liana Margiva |
9/24/2009 |
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| EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
9/22/2009 |
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| Sheila, this is powerful and poignant. |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
9/22/2009 |
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Sheila,
The perfect approach and style: personal, intimate details and responses, inside the mind and soul of this outstanding larger than life woman...and throughout the poem (except for the dot pause in the final line) not a scrap of punctuation nor a stanza break to interrupt the flow of consciousness and will.
An excellent poem.
John |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
9/22/2009 |
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I truly enjoyed this write. Joan of Arc has in my life been an example of what faith is all about.
fee |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
9/22/2009 |
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| This is very descriptive and one can almost imagine feeling similary as she joins her son in death. |
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| Reviewed by Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley |
9/22/2009 |
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This is really wild Sheila!! For me it reads like someone trying to wash & cleanse another’s thoughts…Or any innate beliefs which are totally acceptable to self…but not to another…
Like a 3rd eye view even…
“Throw pailed water
Spew your poison
You cannot condemn me
Hateful glances
Putrid fluids
You are condemned with me
Mental escape”
Or tame a passion/emotion/action that cannot be caught… Individuality!!
Peace & Inspirations!!
Vickie
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
9/22/2009 |
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This is thoroughly gripping, Sheila. Each verse builds to the inevitable tragic and yet blessed climax. Love, peace, hugs, and best wishes to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace |
9/22/2009 |
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| Oh my..wonderful writing sweet lady..enjoyed very much..stay safe and well..Hugss |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
9/22/2009 |
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Different for you. Nice!
Falling forward stark vignettes.
Each line like a drop of water
that bursts on the senses as an image.
For what I know of the woman,
and the calling she had on her most
extraordinary life - you have
captured a splendid essence.
Blessings ... |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
9/22/2009 |
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Powerfully penned poignancy and strength in these lines, Sheila. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo |
9/22/2009 |
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| Such a sense of coming full-circle...life and death and all that is between ... so poignant and strong, Sheila. Well done! ~Hugs, Elizabeth |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
9/22/2009 |
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| A most power packed poem on a courageous soldier in history. |
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