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I am also reviewing your item because it popped-up on the Random Review generator.
I applaud you on this very comprehensive review of the novel, "All the Light we Cannot See." I had seen that being circulated on the Rising Stars' Candidates' book list, to receive points. The brief description made me think I might want to read the book, too! As you may know, I am Schnujo's Sponsor. 
However, after reading your book review, I am even more interested in downloading this book on my Kindle. 
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This story portrays the interesting lives of these two characters following the death of the father. An amazing view through a blind girl's eyes from your point of view as the reviewer of this book.
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I found this little beauty, while perusing the Poetry Genre page.
What a find this is! My heart burst with so many emotions. I love the pictures forming in my mind of a field or garden, filled with the gorgeous colors of tulips. It also make me a little sad, for I will be returning North later this year, and will miss seeing my own blooms.
However, your lovely Haiku string, with a taste of a lyrical sonnet woven in, made me live the moment of the tulips proud blooms of spring. It is well deserving of the lovely ribbon adorning it!
There was also the heartache of knowing that the tulips were a reminder of the dad who had left them behind for his children to enjoy. It is a bittersweet time of year because it reminds the daughter that her dad has passed away, yet she will always have him in her memory each time a tulip blooms. It is his spirit dancing freely, each spring, even if for only a short time.
I couldn't think of anything to add to this poem. It is perfection as is, and leaves me with such warm and colorful images that will carry me through my own missing of the tulips blooming in my garden.
This was such a lovely poem about the strength we can get when we count on our faith in our Heavenly Father. I felt the joy and truth within your words.
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Word count, "666" I detect something evilishly Punny about the story I am about to read. Yes, my foresight was indeed true - Pun pun, punny, Ken! 
Funny situational comedy with a real Punster as the husband and a more than irritated wife, sick to death of his one-liners. However, I do love how she got "even" at the end of the story.
Thanks again for entering, and good luck with the contest!
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Wow, this was quite a beautiful tribute to Ms Austen. I have either learned new tidbits about her life or have been reminded of those things that I studied so many years ago, I've almost forgotten. So thank you for jolting my memory back to this special author.
I loved how you described her family life and her parents' devotion to their children's learning and the art of writing.
Thank you for sharing this biographical writing about Jane Austen. I enjoyed it very much. I think it is so sad that the bulk of her letters were destroyed by her sister. What a shame that they are not around to be included with a library of her writings.
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The mood of this poem was intense, for I felt all the emotions of a planned symbiotic path portrayed with a couple who are truly devoted to one another. 
At least, from the perspective of the narrator, the reader is introduced to one's soul mate -- for life. It is a beautiful thing to see, as each verse builds upon the other. It is obvious that this person takes the relationship seriously and with heartfelt spirit. He paints a picture of them still in love, bonded together in their golden years of life.
This is such a precious image, as I imagine it would be. When someone does find their soul mate, all of life's road ahead, is seen as never being traveled upon alone.
My favorite part:
Indeed, this poem represents the embracing of not merely the body, but of the souls, as well.
Beautiful, well constructed, smooth rhythm and rhyme, with lovely imagery. 
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This was quite a nightmarish scenario to live within the mind's eye, yet it was that vivid. It brings the readers into the warped mind of a very sick person.
I am always on guard when reading about an escaped mental patient type of story. It brings me back to my youth and all those slasher movies -- predominately "Halloween." Now who could ever forget Michael Meyers? 
The story held my attention. There was a certain creepiness that gave me chills, while I imagined his tone of voice, his resolve and strength of will to do what he believed needed to be done.
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Seeing the battles of war through the foot soldier's perspective, pulls the readers onto the battlefield and holds them captive until the end.
Your soldier gives us readers a birds eye view of the soldiers; the friends and foe, both appear in the mix as well as the emotions and heartbreak of death falling before them. It hits the reader with the tough reality of such suffering and struggle and the deep fear experienced by the young warriors on the battlefield. The imagery was quite intense!
I am not a fan of poetry with too much rhyme -- just my personal taste I suppose, probably because I lean toward free verse. However, this poem painted such vivid scenes which unfolded within my mind's eye, I could actually place a face on the soldier and see both comrades and enemies appearing around him.
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This was an amusing tale to read, as told in poetic form. I could picture the kids coming back home from college and getting bored there and deciding to go on an adventure. I pictured their mother leaving her job to help make life easier at home and more comfortable for everyone. 
I love the buildup, the imagery and the winding down of the poem. The whole deal with the cat having her kittens in the wheel barrow -- priceless! 
The poetry for the most part had a good rhyme and rhythm. There were a few bumps in flow here and there, as some lines seemed a bit wordier than others. But, all in all, well done!
I found your item while perusing the "Read a Newbie" page.
I love the visual production passing through my mind's eye. The ocean and all of its majesty, does make a great backdrop to many sentiments one is feeling or trying to share with the reader.
I think we all can associate the rolling waves, crashing, splashing and ebbing and flowing with life in general. For it is true, we all go through those highs and lows on life's path.
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This was such a heartwarming, beautiful tribute to a beloved friend who has passed on.
It is so difficult to get all our feelings together when doing a tribute to a loved one, because we always double-guess ourselves wondering if the memorial does the person's memory, justice. This was lovely!
The lines were a little wordy, here, thus the little chopping of words. 
Here's another spot where the lines could use a bit of shortening. Or, I suggest breaking them up into a couple lines. A quatrain is not the end all and be all of poetry. Perhaps end the first lines at the commas, then the remaining lines could be placed below those. Just my opinion, though.
Otherwise well done and a lovely tribute that she would certainly be proud to have been in memory of her.
I was perusing the Comedy Genre page looking for a travel story, and found this little gem.
You were brilliant with the imagery and the side-bar-thoughts of different scenes as you perceived them. That character was absolutely convincing as the gregarious and very loquacious passenger.
The Macarena movements, the chat about the four daughters that turned into seven children, and back to four again, the displayed gallbladder stone, all hit the funny bone. I left this page chuckling. Also, I think I may know who that lady is. 
And, since you did make me laugh out loud, I am highlighting this story in the April 19th, Comedy Newsletter. 
Wow, I absolutely loved the intensity of this poem. You created a rich tapestry of imagery for my mind's eye to envision.
I loved the rugged twists and turns that pull the reader along at a good pace and make her keep alert -- attentive.
Oh, my, what to do with the nasty words "coffee pot?" With such an intense poem, it does not seem to fit just above the last line. I wish I could think of where those prompts could have been dumped, earlier on in the poem, perhaps, thus building toward a poetic crescendo without the nagging words.
I have a sneaky suspicion those words bothered you, as well. I know I would have struggled to dump them in a less noticeable spot. 
I really enjoyed this free verse poetry!
So this is a Nonet, as described in the Author's note at then end of the poem. I like the form. I also like that it could be a rhyming poem or non-rhyming. This opens up great possibilities to those of us who enjoy writing free verse. I have really not studied many of the various form poetry offerings because I was always more interested in writing stories -- until I got a fondness for free verse. 
I did not find a spot that seemed of in any way. You just grabbed my attention with some very well chosen words, and wove them into the lines splendidly.
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Oh my goodness, this was such a heartbreaking image that you created within your poem. I could feel such sadness weighing upon that little girl who was waiting and hoping her daddy would arrive soon and pick her up for his visitation with her.
You paint a vivid picture of the problem happening with many broken families. It is a terrible representation of the lack of taking fatherhood seriously for some men. Here, the father did not want his plans to be spoiled by having a kid around to throw a monkey wrench into the situation. It's a horrible realization that this type of behavior does happen, and the child feels an abandonment by one parent that will linger throughout her life.
This was a prose-type poem, where a disturbing story was woven within the lines. There was no particular rhyme-patterned or form poetry spotted. It is a free verse and has a huge impact on the reader as the emotions painting within could be felt.
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I am so happy this story presented itself to me, because I can't agree more with what you have stated about raising children.
Before I get into that, I just want to remark that it had to be especially tough going through pregnancy twice with epileptic seizures returning after so many years. One of my daughters also has epilepsy, but unfortunately, was never able to carry a child through a pregnancy.
Now, as for being an active parent, at home, with books and crayons and play Doh, around our house -- I totally understand what you are talking about. I also talked to my babies, using regular and even complex words. I figured they would master "baby-talk" easily on their own, since it is the babbling stage they go through when trying to repeat your words. 
I believe parents can supply sufficient entertainment and learning skills for their children, without all the expensive groups/clubs you've mentioned above. I even home-schooled my last born. He turned out fine.
You have an orphaned "tag" in the first line, that you may want to edit out.
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Wow, this poem took my breath away. I could picture the very hungry woman looking through the dumpsters to find a morsel of edible food. Though there be much food disposed of each day, some of those toss-aways can be dangerous. And one thing's for sure, when you don't get enough proper nutrition, losing more through food borne illness can be deadly.
I love the Rondeau, with its magical twining and and returning of a line that adds emphasis in just the right way.
You followed all the basics of an English Rondeau with the seriousness and the tetrameter. 
However, this was not one of those. Plus, I must add, I am impressed! Why? Because I can clearly see this was created for a contest, and also that certain prompt words had to be used. The fact that you were able to weave in words such as :irascible, prevail, arcane -- did impress me. Not an easy task trying to keep the rhythm and keeping the them of following your heart.
Yes, the old Facebook, take this test or that test request. They are usually forwarded by a person who claims to be in the top percentile of whatever the test is. Who wants to follow that act?!!! 
This story was amusing and brought some humorous imagery, if not painful pictures to this reader's mind's eye. Ten feet up and into the drywall -- not a pretty picture, and not easy to reverse the action. 
Fine fantasy story that made me chuckle. I also found it educational because I learned a new way to "fly." A witch can't be too careful whenever air currents are concerned. 
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It is also a great way to supply emphasis to catch the reader's attention. I see that in the brief description, you call it a variation of Chain Verse. I am not studied in the various types of form poetry, thus I will have to look-up the non-variation of a Chain Verse. I lean mostly toward free verse when I do write poetry. However, I enjoy a rhyming verse when it is more than the common rhyming that can become monotonous if the rhyme words aren't carefully chosen. Too many times, rhymes sound forced.
Again, I'm no huge fan of rhyme. I did like your poem for the free style of its presentation, yet the return of the end word in the beginning of the next line gave it a grandeur that made me take notice.
You have rid yourself of all the explanations about writing and deleting stories to make room, and forgetting which site you entered the story into. This really has nothing to do with the story itself, thus is added filler. Writing tighter, especially for word count entries, leaves room for a few more lines of humor to be added that directly pertain to math issues.
This was a fun read. I love knowing that I am not the only one who finds that math should be left to experts -- such as bus drivers!
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You know something? I liked this short, poem about one finding where they belong or fit in, in this life.
Poetry is subjective! 
However, other than that pause over the word, I found this to be unique and interesting. 
I think this free verse was rated unfairly low, so I am boosting the rating a bit to bring it closer to what it is deserved. Although I would have given this a 4.5, I'm giving it a 5 star rating to bring it up a bit more, because I appreciate free verse and philosophy. 
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I loved the story you told through this Irish folklore of the Banshee, coming to reap his soul. 
You never cease to amaze me, Ken. 
Were all the lines perfection to the ear? Well, perhaps not, but quite close.
Yet, I must say, that on the whole, I so loved this poem. It conjured some interesting images in my mind. And believe me, my mind does have a vivid imagination tied to it. 
The essence of the garden developed within my mind's eyes. I pictured it, I felt the soil, detected a scent in the air -- there is something so calming about soil and seed and the effort that goes into it to produce a thing of beauty.
I think the first line is a little word heavy compared to the rest of them. Even so, there is a simplicity of beauty woven into it. I realize the "whisper" was demanding to be released to show its importance in the whole life-cycle within the garden and at the hands of the gardener. I guess it seemed a tad out of place in the lengthy line when one takes into consideration the rhythm of all the rest of the verses. Just my opinion, though.
I found your item while perusing the Poetry Genre page. I must say, I'm very happy I spotted this one. 
Your poem describes the strength of the hunter and warrior, god, Orion. It could also be metaphorically, a beloved person in one's life who has passed on, yet will be thought of each time the body of stars are gazed. It is protective and powerful, and very beautiful.