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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
8/15/2009 |
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| You've brought the broken pieces of a shattered life together in this sad poem!...M |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
8/3/2009 |
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Sad and lonely poem...well written, my friend! Beautifully crafted words.
Hugs,
Anna |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
8/2/2009 |
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A poignant piece that is your forte.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Sue |
8/2/2009 |
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Hello Lori..
What a touching sad, and somewhat haunting way with words you have..One can almost picture the tears, despair and hunger emitting from the woman in this poem..thank you for sharing.. |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
8/2/2009 |
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| That first stanza grabs my interest---how the pretty pictures create lovely scenes that are mere illusions as compared to what life has actually been in a home where happiness doesn't exist. Good write... |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
8/1/2009 |
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You capture the plight of the lonely who can't function well in our culture and don't know how to make a house a home,it needs love...
Superb poem, Lori!...ET |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace |
8/1/2009 |
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| Very sad indeed...Hugss |
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| Reviewed by Carol Grace |
8/1/2009 |
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Absolutely love the juxtaposition of Disneyland poses and dirty laundry and smoke stained rooms. This is life--we don't photograph the bad times because that's not what we want to remember. Although sad, this poem reverberates the way things so often are versus the way we want them to be. Good job.
Carol |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
8/1/2009 |
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I feel the empty lonely ache in this one that filters out between, above and below the lines. When our worlds are not to our liking all too often we have a tendency to see them the way we'd like them to be but sooner or later reality sets in...
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
8/1/2009 |
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| So very sad. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
7/31/2009 |
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A very powerful yet deeply sad piece...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
7/31/2009 |
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Lori,
Strong, painful, poignant.
John |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser |
7/31/2009 |
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| It's very weird and sombering, in a way, to look back at old pictures. I always reflect upon what was going on in my life at exactly the time the photo was taken. And, I always remember too. Things seem so trivial in a sense. Nostalgia, sadness, mixed emotions. Liked your poem a lot. |
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7/31/2009 |
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Painful. Yet it is near the knuckle.
Hows life at the bar. You've been 28 for 4 years? lol xx |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
7/31/2009 |
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HOW SAD THAT THE LONGINGS...DREAMS OF HER HEART CANNOT BE PHOTOGRAPHED AND PUT THERE ON THOSE EMPTY...DESOLATE PAGES. GOD BLESS AND THANKS FOR SHARING THIS SO WELL WRITTEN WORK.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
7/31/2009 |
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Living a lie for the sake of appearances or simply to avoid reality never works. When we close our eyes to sleep, the nightmares of our reality run like a wild loop playing over and over until we wake the next day. I think we all would have liked for some things in our lives to be different than what they were, but using them as stepping stones to achieve our goals works much better than pretending we lived a different life. Excellent and deep, Lori. I was pulled into this one before I could stand back and evaluate it objectively without feeling like a part of it.
Take care,
Sherry
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
7/31/2009 |
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| So sad |
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