Sunday, December 20, 2009

Strange Dreams Comments

Rating: 5.0

When no one is here my soul to keep
A dream comes to me where I sleep
In the darkness I hear the angels weep
And my mind is flying low and deep
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Göran Gustafsson
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Smoky Hoss 06 January 2011

Wonderful writing, and thinking. I enjoyed this very much.

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A true and inspired poem. A little theology behind it? Great read, enjoyed it!

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Richard Hexem 02 April 2010

Haunting! You have great vision. 'And the end will make us free'.

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John Oconnell 28 February 2010

i like this one but don't want to go into theology and all that or there would be no poetry written. we could talk about God till the cows come home. like St. Paul i am a convert and base my simple faith on a benign Being who has all our interests at heart. john o'connell

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Romeo Della Valle 14 February 2010

Great improvement my friend...I am glad you did it, there is still plenty of time for more excellent poems from you to the whole world....Keep it up...

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Goran Gustafsson 08 February 2010

the poem has been rewritten and enlarged / yours GG

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Alison Cassidy 31 December 2009

Your poem explores that which binds us all - an abiding need to understand and make sense of our world. The poem is nicely phrased and the final stanza in particular lingers in the mind's eye. Look forward to reading more of your work. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Yacov Mitchenko 20 December 2009

Interesting piece, sir. The style is slightly reminiscent of Blake.

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Romeo Della Valle 20 December 2009

Excellent, well penned, beautiful poem, you got my vote10+++

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