Friday, March 24, 2006

Saturday Morning Alarm Clock Comments

Rating: 5.0

my dreams are torn
a sound like jets
my wife lies awake
but I'm not yet.
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Chuck Audette
COMMENTS
Stephen Stirk 10 March 2009

Hi Chuck I've banned reading in our bedroom unless it's done properly and professionally, and without noice. Just a thought, 'There's rubber everything else', it occurs to me that rubber books wouldn't make a noise. Careful.....this could start a fetish Great Read Steve

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Brian Dorn 30 September 2006

In the morning, silence is golden... just like your poems. Great write, Chuck! Brian

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R H 08 April 2006

'the paper cuts slice my dreams to shreds..' pure genius. Really enjoyed this poem packed with vivid imagery. The subtle humour evident too. Kind regards. Justine.

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Anna Russell 26 March 2006

There is no excuse for treating a hangover victim with anything other than tender loving silence. Hugs Anna xxx

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Esther Leclerc 24 March 2006

Wow - I love this one! You've succeeded in causing me one heckuva headache just reading this! You've reached a lot of people with this poem, Chuck. Well-done, friend, so take a '10'. Est : ]

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Duncan Wyllie 24 March 2006

The human condition.'To be well read or sleeping well in your bed'? I have really enjoyed this one.Love Duncan

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Linda Hepner 24 March 2006

How amazing Chuck, can this be a coincidence? See list before it disappears! We shredded people...! L

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Chuck Audette

Chuck Audette

Poetry Hell, Vermont
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