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I am also reviewing your item because it popped-up on the Random Review click.
I love how you give such sweet reverence to this person who has made quite an impression on you, so much so that you immortalize it here with your poem. The reader could feel the emotions woven within each line.
The rhythm and rhyme were smooth and melodious. Also, the images were able to form in the reader's mind so that she could put a face to the angelic person. That adds to the reading pleasure.
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I love those mysterious dreams where there is someone you need to identify, but cannot seem to do that. It's always lost upon awakening from the dream. The missing piece to who the person is, is lost to you.
Dreams such as these, make one wonder what the message is that is hidden within the sub-conscious, just screaming out for us to pick up on it. Dreams--the ultimate mysteries.
Your free verse poem flowed smoothly for the most part. If I would change anything, it would be a couple spots where words are repeated too close together, that could be replaced with a synonym. You will spot them upon another reading--perhaps out loud. I tend to do that in my poems, yet, always a fresh pair of eyes will spot what I've missed.
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Oh, lucky me that I pulled a a comedic tidbit of yours. This day has been much too serious so far.
I loved it! I love the whole cryogenic hell that one is held in when one goes the frozen head root. I enjoyed the dialogue and the surprises that await the inquisitive reader.
Loved the surprise ending. Quite the bit of realism added to the sci-fi and the hereafter. Yes, many relationships battle the night away with the blanket thievery that leaves one partner chilled to the bones. So, it was indeed a "chilling" ending.
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Your poem tells the story quite handily and the reader understands there is only one fighter you are talking about, long before reaching the end of the poem -- Muhammed Ali.
This is just a quick rework as an example of giving it a little more impact on the reader.
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Congratulations on fighting this good fight back to sobriety. I have such admiration for your strength and willingness to change that which had haunted your past. I wish you all the best as you keep moving forward.
This is quite a short piece, thus grammar errors pop-out easier at the reader.
You have several spots that could use a comma to break up the line.
You want to avoid using slang-abbreviations, especially in a piece that hits upon some serious subject matter. 
What a beautiful picture you paint for the reader, about a father and daughter. You have such precious memories of the love shared with your dad. Little girls love to dance with their fathers -- especially when they could climb up on dad's feet and let him swirl us around the room. You took me back so many years!
The word "then" is unnecessary and throws off the rhythm of the line.
Loved this ending:
Let me start by saying this is a tough subject matter to have to place into words in the form of poetry.Breast cancer is something, I imagine, we can say we all have come in contact with, either personally or someone close to us. Thus, one does not have to have breast cancer to understand that it is heartbreaking as well as frightening, to watch a loved one go through the fight, let alone be the one facing this terrible disease.
Your poetry pulls together the deep emotions without having to explain or describe in depth what the feelings/sensations were revolving around this fight. It is not necessary. There is something so dreadful about just seeing the words or hearing them that hits the core of a woman, deeply.
It is a story of loss, but it is also a story of deep faith. That is the common thread woven throughout the poem -- God is answer, He can heal, He has chosen someone to spread the message. One voice told to another multiplies exponentially and can find its way around the globe. It matters.
The poem was brief, but there's a part that says that you will be encouraged to tell your story. I believe a story can be told and one that will make people read it and feel awestruck by it. You have so much more to say if this is your story. I hope it was a successful fight, for I see the date of this was originally in 2011. I pray you have been victorious in knocking this disease down. 
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Now, for the parts of the poem that distracted my enjoyment:
Contractions of words need the apostrophe so it doesn't distract the readers from your poem by making them pause whenever one of these words shows up. It may even make readers leave the page without reviewing, and that's not such a good thing.
Luckily, these are easy fixes, and the whole poem will read smoother and look more professional.
The couplets worked smoothly all the way through, except for this one particular place where the repeating of the word "way, away, anyway" made this reader pause.
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I think this was a very spiritual and inspirational poem. You take sleeplessness and turn it into a kaleidoscope of night imagery. The surroundings all come alive in the reader's mind.
There is some wonderfully serene moments that can be spent traveling or merely gazing into the night. I am a nighthawk, myself and love the shadows cast under the moon, and off the lake at nighttime. 
I was perusing the Poetry Genre page, and found this little gem.
I say gem because the gorgeous description of reflected snow, do appear to be diamonds sparkling within the moonlight. I always loved the effects of light, sun or full moon upon the glazed white cover of snow. I also, sometimes miss being up North during a snowfall -- well, not exactly since New England got pummeled recently with a blizzard. 
The beauty, however, is indescribable at moments. One cannot help but be mesmerized by such natural beauty.
Your poem came to life under the "Moonlight" with the bejeweled brilliance of stars above and sparkles of snow below. You painted a brilliant picture, in a mere, four lines, that lasts in the mind's eye, long after I've left the page. 
Loved the many layers of persons, places and things to be seen and conquered. You paint vivid pictures in my mind of being in that virtual world.
Indeed, all that is possible within this virtual realm.
I found this to be cleverly written with a spark of humor to go along.
I'm not saying it's perfectly penned, but I believe it is worth a higher rating than currently sits upon it. So, I'm boosting it a bit.
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It is a tough scenario to digest, because violent behavior is a nightmare upon the family. I realize through some back story that Betty grew up getting little or no attention from her jealous father, and limited attention from her mother. I also learned that she was exposed to spankings as discipline. You live what you learn, thus she disciplined her daughter in the same way.
The flip-side of the story is the husband walking in right at the discipline part and taking an angry interpretation of the scene, which also heightened the physical hurt within that home. The child of course, is a witness to his physical anger upon her mother -- thus the cycle continues.
I don't know if this story is to be continued, but as it ended here, the reader is left with questions.
What happened to Betty?
Did she sneak out the bathroom window, since it was too late for the husband to reach her for an apology?
What will happen to the daughter if Betty leaves the home?
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Wow, this poor child went through a terrifying experience. She is a likeable six-year-old, and her character and intelligence came through in the reading of the story. My heart pounded for the little thing -- all alone in the house, loud jack-hammering going on very close by. Quite a disturbing image.
Other than the part about the parents escaping and the child ending up back in the house alone, it was quite a scary tale.
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Ahh, how telling is that brief description -- "The potential of being with the one you love." That made me pause, because I was thinking I'd be reading about a "what if" relationship and its fabulous potential to make romance blaze like a furnace.
Yet, there is a connection -- a love connection, here. She describes her loneliness without him, and then builds up to the rapture and desire of time with him. Yup, that is so much better than the longing part, we can all agree on that.
Romance is the key, and you use this key wisely.
I loved the one-verse-string, containing short lines with well-chosen words, that painted vivid pictures for the readers to view -- a sort of voyeurism, for we peek into the cocoon of these two lovers through our minds' eye and color-in the picture.
You cleverly bold-printed certain words that are used to introduce the part to follow -- the certain time in that relationship whether together or apart.
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I loved this verse:
Sometimes the succinct package translates into a huge container of love.
I really did enjoy the simplicity of your poem. However, simplicity doesn't mean it's easy to do. It requires much thought to paint a big picture in so few words. The understanding about love and romance is evident. I am so loving how the breath of love is tattooed across the heart -- it's a place where the eternal altar of love remains safe within. 
Beautiful imagery can be taken away from a mere three lines that tell the reader the rest of the story.
Here, romance is paramount in the word weaving. Words are not wasted nor are any abundant adverbs required to make the reader feel the romance.
I saw no place that tripped me up while reading through. Of course, I may have been so caught up in the beautiful destinations traveled through the years of your life and love together. I am filled with joy and perhaps feeling a little 
over the fabulous travels with the one you love. It makes all the difference when those trips are shared with that one special person you hold dear in your heart.
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You pay respect to God in your short, yet philosophical piece. You are right about that -- we do serve a purpose in life and we need only realize that, and accept who we are and give our love and share the love of God.
Nevertheless, this was a lovely, spiritual piece.
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Making it ever so difficult to be around this event, the poor diabetic aunt had to boost her insulin in anticipation of the confetti covered frosting covering the cake.
Clever choice of word, "funfetti." I totally pictured that covering the chocolate buttercream frosting.
I take it from the bold word, "confetti," that this was written for a contest with a word prompt. Good way to weave it into the poem so that it was a natural fit.
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I remember when my siblings and I were little kids, my mother always said, never discuss politics or religion at a holiday table. It will always lead to heated debates -- and ruin the meal, after I worked so hard, all day to prepare it. 
Spunky family, I could picture them in my mind.
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You've captured the anticipation and nervousness of a spelling competition. The young girl, could be pictured in the reader's mind, as via the description of her appearance. Do I remember patent leather shoes, and the cool click of them on wooden surfaces! Very cute.
This time, however, she failed to spell the word. Her emotions dropped to a lower level as she could feel "failure" nagging at the pit of her stomach.
Loved the ending, as it added surprise -- a little twist, if you will, because third place still gets you to the National Spellings Bees to compete.
I had to change the rating on this item due to the word codeine. Since it is a narcotic, it needs to be placed in at least a 13+ content rating.
I am reviewing your item because it popped-up on the Random Review, click. My heart sunk the moment I read your brief description.
It is difficult to review an item, let alone read it, when it involves the death of a child. A mother's heart breaks at the thought of the pain another mother suffers from such tragic loss. It just isn't the way things are supposed to go, in life. We are never believe we will outlive our children. It is too much to bear to think about. However, as difficult as it is to read this poem, it is also a reminder that nobody, no matter what age, knows when he will be called to heaven.
Your heart was laid open, exposed for the reader to feel the emotional pain. Yes, a mother being asked to pull the plug on her child is beyond horrible to imagine. She knows she will never have her little boy, back, yet she does not want to suffer the task of being the one to choose the time of his death.
Thank you for sharing this perfectly scribed poem. It could not have been easy putting such pain into words, showing so much love and devotion.
Such a harsh life to live, as weather, and sanitary conditions can run amok for the homeless person. Food, clothing, reasonable shelter a few far between. One must live of his own wits and street-wise training in order to escape unscathed. It is a dangerous way to live, indeed.
You take this serious subject matter and put a face on it. We see the world through the eyes of this homeless person, who is losing strength and faith that his life would ever turn around for the better. He is tired and feels he has reached the end of his road.
It is sad, yet it is true for some people, just trying to survive life, day to day on the streets.