Comment from Pearl Edwards

Excellent

I totally agree Craig, and after many years of going to Sunday school this is what they made me feel. Good use of this word. Well said,
cheers,
valda

 Comment Written 20-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 20-Nov-2018

Thanks so much, Valda. It does seem like depressing, self-defeating exercise to me. Most grateful :) Craig

Comment from Jannypan (Jan)

Excellent

I'm not upset as to the content of this poem. You make several valid points, Craig. Good job with the rhyme, the smooth flow, and the message. I like the way you ended this with your word for the day and the great picture. It helps to put the two together to remember. Thanks for sharing. Jan

 Comment Written 18-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 19-Nov-2018

Thanks very much, Jan. It's never my intention to offend, so it's always nice to know I haven't. I appreciate the kind comments, Craig.

Comment from Mustang Patty

Excellent

Hi, Craig,

Yes. Too many people want to talk of a vicious and mean God. I think there is much too much preaching of the 'wages of sin.'

God should be spoken of in loving terms. I know you don't share my faith, but I do know you would much rather think of the good in the world,

Have a wonderful day,

~MP~

 Comment Written 18-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 19-Nov-2018

Absolutely, Patty. Thanks for the understanding review. Craig

Comment from lyenochka

Excellent

Thanks for the positive message, Craig. I think you must have been raised under some austere spiritual upbringing. I think even if one doesn't get hammered by others about sin and guilt, one does recognize at least a few times that one has failed in an action or word. From which, we are happy to be freed and are encouraged to live in joy. But I'm glad you can over look the difference of opinion of the 80% and still share your poems here! Great job with the sonnet.

 Comment Written 17-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 17-Nov-2018

Well, I've never yet met a person who was "freed" from human imperfection, Helen. When I do, perhaps then I'll "get" the idea that we are born broken and in need of fixing. Most grateful, as always :)

reply by lyenochka on 17-Nov-2018

Lol. You won't meet a perfect person in this life, Craig.

Comment from Dawn Munro

Exceptional

First, my friend, let me thank you -- your sonnet has inspired one from me, and it will be posted shortly, as my entry to the Faith Poetry Contest. It might surprise you, and I'm pretty sure it WILL surprise a lot of folks who read it.

 Comment Written 17-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 17-Nov-2018

I'll look forward to seeing your entry :)

Thanks for the lovely, shiny rating, Dawn , much appreciated.

reply by Dawn Munro on 17-Nov-2018

You're very welcome. It's posted, actually, but I'll also be posting a sort-of 'companion piece' I KNOW you'll love! (*HUGE grin*)

reply by Dawn Munro on 17-Nov-2018

Just a few more reviews and my 'humour', dialogue-only entry will be up...

Comment from Teri7

Excellent

Craig, This is a very interesting and well written poem you have penned about wasting life. I know I do my fair share of wasting it, not on purpose. I love the imagery you chose to go with the words. Blessings, Teri

 Comment Written 17-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 17-Nov-2018

Thanks so much, Teri. We're all good at wasting time, I think. How we waste it makes a difference :) Cheers, Craig

Comment from Anntonette

Good

I recommend spacing out 2-3 sentences apart, making a stanza (small paragraph) it will help the eyes of your readers and it will look more organized. Overall great rhyme schemes and appreciation on waterfalls :))
- Anntonette J

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 Comment Written 17-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 17-Nov-2018

It's a Shakespearean sonnet, which, typically, are single spaced throughout, as in:

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

But I guess you had to come up with something to justify the rating.

Thanks for the 4 stars.

Comment from Sandra du Plessis

Excellent

A very well-written poem. No one on earth can tell us we are not worthy to be saved by Jesus Christ, who came for sinners and not for perfect men who mean they have no sin because they hide their wrong doings for human eyes.

 Comment Written 17-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 17-Nov-2018

Thanks, Sandra. Much appreciated - Craig

Comment from BeasPeas

Excellent

I agree wholeheartedly with you, Craig. I'm a God person, but I don't believe for a minute he wants us to wear sackcloth and ashes. To me he's a good God, wants his kids to be happy. (I should have used your word "cataractine" for Emilio's crying in my latest chapter.) Marilyn

 Comment Written 17-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 17-Nov-2018

That would have worked :)

Many thanks, Marilyn. Much appreciated.

Craig

Comment from Bill Schott

Excellent

This poem finds a long way around to find use for the 'word of the day'. The general theme of agnostic disgust with piety, causing people to devote their lives to being good people instead of self-indulgent individualists, is one shared by many. We are God. We are heaven and hell. What does our hell have that makes us choose it over our heaven?

 Comment Written 17-Nov-2018

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reply by the author on 17-Nov-2018

Thanks Bill. Perhaps it's the company?

Much appreciated,
Craig