rider

2006-08-10
No toilet paper, Dan?...Always buy shirts that have tails!...lol...You really are in the...!!!...lol...Ron.

2006-08-09
Forgive, but not forget, is the old maxim...But i would chose stones of different colours so, whatever the truth, I would have the colours to brighten up my life and see problems just a stones' throw away...Again, you cause me to ponder your words..good writing, Dan...Ron.

2006-08-09
Here again is a truth, for within each stone comes conscience and this is what makes the wieght of the stone heavy or light..If the stone is heavy with guilt, then it can only be carried a short distance and causes us to struggle the rest of our lives to bring all the stones together..an excellent write, friend Dan...Ron.

2006-08-09
This is a fine piece of writing, Dan...We all pick up stones throughout life...but only a wise man builds something from them, otherwise the stones are lost in various placwes..i like this and will ponder the thought...Thank you, friend dan.

2006-08-09
Ah...Poetess...You really are an avenging angel...A lot is played out within your imagination, yet you have too much empathy to see blood...You wait till a time produced punishment...A great heartfelt write...Ron.

2006-08-08
Ah Poetess, this is a sad poem...But I say, draw the walls closer, they are your protection, your castle...But make windows in the walls so you can see the world outside and enjoy the scenery...Then open up a doorway and walk out into a green world of sanity...Ron.

2006-08-08
lol...Life is certainly a split-living, in that husband and wife seem to live in seperate rooms, each doing their own thing and simply e-masiling each other...I liked this poem, Dan... I trust your baby spends less time on those machines...Ron.

2006-08-08
A very nice soft and sensual write... It leaves behind a dream-scent and the flickering flames of a slow burning candle...love is all of bitter-sweet...A lovely write....Ron.

2006-08-08
Great write, friend Dan!...I often wonder about love, the reality of it...And just as I was learning to leave such thoughts behind and get on with life, your poem brings my mind back to wondering if love is real or simply an illusion...Ron.

2006-08-08
There are some people who have no soul to their eyes, who are hard to understand because the eyes do not laugh... It reads as if your intuition could not read any sense to this hollow person...A good read this, almost a horror story from the beginning...Ron.

2006-08-08
Now this one made me smile...Shakespeare wrote...' Lovers, poets and madmen are, of imagination all compact...He meant that the lover, the poet and the madman only see what is within their imaginations and have no reasonable excuse for their actions.... Now; I do know that this drink was a favoured drink of the French in earler times, and was banned by the French government when it was decided that the drink caused madness...Three cheers for Absinthe, love, poetry and madness...for we poets thrive of imaginative insanity!...lol..Ron.

2006-08-08
A mirror can be so very comforting, in that it never tells a soul your secrets, and it reflects all your feelings and thoughts so it knows you very well...A mirror is the most honest friend one can have!...I love this poem of reflective moods, the ripples of time...Ron.

2006-08-08
Secrets...Ah, we must all have them, they make us psychologically stronger than those who are not privy to our secret thoughts. I do believe that secrets are the an emotive source, felt rather than thought about...I like this poem and its undertones...And the social ladder is so over-rated..Great write, my friend...Ron.

2006-08-08
This is quite a deep write, in that low self-esteem can make a person stoop to all kinds of tricks to raise notice. A good and strong poem...I really enjoyed this...Ron

2006-08-08
each line you write is a child born from your mind and travels through the umbilical which connects your soul to the mind...Please, young Poetess, whatever your write, however you feel about it, neve consider abortion...Be at peace...This poem is so riddled with psychological messages...The desire for peace, the need to make sacrifices, of love and pain, of death and war..this is so spiritual, so secret with meaning...I thorough;ly enjoyed it...Lovely...Ron.

2006-08-07
Indeed...Standing together for all time is the highst consideration of love...Well written Dan... Ron.

2006-08-07
Gosh...This is so much more thasn a song and when i think of you now, I shall shake my hands to the rhythm...And no doubt tap my feet to it all as well...Now this is pure Mars in Pisces... What can I say..you are excellent!

2006-08-07
What an intersting conversationalist you would be, Poetess... I would believe that, once one has complete understanding of the self, then one has free choice as to decisions in life... the trick is to make life simple, then choice becomes simple... A taste of philosophical reasonning...Logic would come in handy here...Thankyou, for this thought-provoking read...Ron.

2006-08-07
Now this write really brought a smile to my face...Lovely and thank you...Rider

2006-08-07
'Make love to me'... Only a woman gives sincerity to these words, and you write with such joyous sincerity...Thank you for a lovely read...Rider.

2006-08-06
A beautiful write, Poetess...I felt I could sing the words...You are so right; in astrology it states that you have the choice of what you do and how you behave, but understanding the self is a way to make a right choice...I felt I was flying with the stars...You are a very Star-Child of the Universe...so nicely written...Ron.

2006-08-06
You are never lost, Poetess...You simply have that especial ingredient which all writers have..to lose yourself in a world of imagined characters...All creative writers are lonely souls, they spend more time in the dark thatn humanity's light... i fully understand this great write..Ever write!.

2006-08-06
A lovely dreamy write...keep the dream-face to you, for its warmth is a soft light which never burns... I smile with you...Rider.

2006-08-06
Indeed; This is the world of dreams, your beautiful poetry is full proof of your return to the world of love...Beautiful write, Poetess...Rider.

2006-08-06
please, Poetess...Never stop dreaming, because dreams are loves blessing... To stop dreaming is to see stop seeing colours...Or to create such wonderful poetry...I am glad you began to dream again...Welcome to a lovely colourful world, Poetess.. Rider.

2006-08-06
A lovely poem, written with a lot of feeling...i loved it...Welcome to the Bay...Rider.

2006-08-06
To be...Or not to be; that is love's question.
Whether it is independence of mind, or to take, in arms, a sea of emotions and, by accepting, lose self-control...

See?...you have me thinking in Shakespearian soliloquy... get's one thinking does this!...Rider.

2006-08-05
I am not really sure what to make of this write...I would understand the fantasy of an old man for a young woman (C'est la vie et bonne voyage sort of thing!)... But the toilet paper and sanitary napkins put me off... You really have to explain this to me... I really am an old English man... Rider.

2006-08-05
A strange read, Poetess... May the Sun always light up your day and may you never hear the words...Now is the winter of our discontent, as Shakespeare near wrote...lol...But then, you have poetry to brighten up your days..Well written and stay alive to the Sun...Rider,.

2006-08-05
you really do have a philosophic turn of mind which I find gives time to pqause qand think...This is not a read for the lazy eye, a quick glance and quick turnover...I enjoyed each line... Tghough the thought entertains me...If one should observe one's own behaviour, then one would become somewhat insecure and introvert... Long live the poetess who runs with the wind!...Rider.

2006-08-04
In life, we are certain of finding three things... Love, death...And a sweet sensation of words which you give to us... Row, always, with Charon; that you bring light to we, who live in a dark world...Thank you. Poetess...Rider

2006-07-28
Your love has no price...Consider it priceless and know your true worth...I enjoyed this write. Rider.