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Reads like a heroine psalm or Celtic praise.

Definitely a ballad tune accompanies Ann-Marie.

I googled Ann-Marie...but must surmise that she is of your making?

:bow: Nicely written Squawk....a history lesson in prose. I thought of the American Indian. I thought of Palestine. I thought of any culture subdued, obliterated, because of pride and greed. I guess it is a type of culture murder.... Third from the last verse is "their" supposed to be "theirs" or "t...

Tears here.

I feel the grief, yet gratitude.

Thank you Tom.

As I read this I thought of war, division, religion, man's (humankind's) base attributes. I noticed the word MAN in MANy ..... don't know if you meant that intentionally, but it stuck out to me. (I didn't think of man as gender specific, but as mankind.) Believe it or not this poem brought to mind a...

LOL

I like messing about!

Me not confident to critique, but I enjoyed reading it!

Me thinks many a folk in the daily bread winning imagine along the lines of this poem. I know I have.....

Many hats, many reflections...

I'll think of this poem a few hours from now ... as I look in the mirror deciding which reflection to wear....

moving piece .... deep .... sad

I can relate, like many others.

I think perhaps the opposite of love isn't hate, but is indifference.

Prose three: February 2006 He lived His life an obedient one. He loved and foresaw what was to come. It was this love, this vision, this purpose that spurred Him to do. His life was the sacrifice for me, for you. What am I to do, one so weak, so small? How do I respond to this magnificent call? He ...

Prose two: December 2005 My heart cried out to the forces that be. "Where are you? Can you hear me? Do you exist? Dare I believe?" My heart craved, yearning to find its place. In this great big world among the human race. "Where do I fit? Where do I belong? So many choices... What if I'm wrong?" I ...

There is a long story behind this trilogy. I'll post the 3 prose in 3 separate posts. Prose one: June 2005 My heart, so heavy. My heart, so empty. My well of love, dry. I look inside. I look to God. I look but my heart remains low. Where has my passion gone? Where has my life been thrown? Where can ...

Putty...putty....putty... :mrgreen: Thank Heinzs. I picked this poem at random. Then about 2 days after I picked it, I realized that this poem has been chosen to be published in a book. I mentioned the book in another post... Beyond Survival: a woman's guide to hope (or something like that). Of cour...

Edit update here...and if anyone is reading this...good lord!!...your mind is probably turning to putty. :mrgreen: Any reads/comments are appreciated. It's a long darn poem... <center>Meadow Dance What be these intruders menacing my life? Why does my heart feel empty, sore? Where is the fullness I k...

Can't stop the tears here....oh my.

Written so well, poignantly....so true...so true...the anguish and torture...

Today is my first time to this section of poetry pages.

Sorta hard.....gulp...

Deep breath.

Thank you Orphen....

Well, I'm still new here...and I've only read a wee tiny bit...but this one just cracks me up!!!! Love the title!!

(Maybe it should be in the tribute section. But then...we'd have to delete quite a few words for public viewing. )

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