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22.01.2025

Anne-Lise Andresen
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                      A name means nothing
                      on the battlefield.
                      "Julius Caesar"
                      Test of conscience: 
                      tainted with guilt
                           — behind woven brocade
                                            luxury silk ties.
                      Public praise,
                      laurel wreath.
                      Ridiculous reasoning.

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Lise Clendening

Date: 1/28/2025 11:19:00 AM

So sadden with the state of humanity. This poem is so poignant, Anne-Lise.

Duke Beaufort

Date: 1/26/2025 10:21:00 AM

Anne-Lise, you've created another wise and sentient masterpiece. We become sacrificial lambs for someone's pride. Really is ridiculous indeed! Smiles!

Ink Empress

Date: 1/23/2025 11:55:00 PM

Dear anne lise, love this poem that delivers so much, i love how youv mentioned julius caesar here too. A name means nothing, like shakespearre said “ whats in a name” in battlefields and in certain aspects of life, what matters is one’s consciousness! Powerful poem. Well delivered. Pleasure reading. Sending you light always

Valsa George

Date: 1/23/2025 10:41:00 PM

A man may get public praise and laurel wreaths. But they are of no value if he has no conscience. What matters more is integrity of character. Beautifully written, dear Anne. Love and hugs

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 1/23/2025 5:28:00 PM

Stirring, evocative and so nicely written. :)

Sotto Poet

Date: 1/23/2025 2:01:00 PM

Anne-Lise, this is a fantastic poem. Since everything appears to be getting worse all the time, your vivid descriptions are spot on with the facts. Warm hugs

Reason A. Poteet

Date: 1/23/2025 7:31:00 AM

What words to ponder, Anne Lise! When men retire from praising man and return to considering the alternative. Then we will have passed on to a Millenium of hallelujahs for what God has done, does, and will do eternally.

Soibam Pramodini Devi

Date: 1/23/2025 6:23:00 AM

A name means nothing in the battlefield,a poem with profound meanings

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 1/23/2025 1:54:00 AM

The Statue of Liberty weeps. Great imagery as you portray the truth since the world seems to be going from bad to worse. Hugs

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

Date: 1/22/2025 7:53:00 PM

What is seen and the truth behind ,a reality of life.Nicely penned.

Joe Dimino

Date: 1/22/2025 4:31:00 PM

Yep, character is what matters. Deeds speak louder than any draped words and images. Well said.

Eve Roper

Date: 1/22/2025 12:55:00 PM

I am embarrassed of the outcome in our world. I hurt that it might get worse. Enjoyed reading my friend.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/22/2025 12:25:00 PM

The entire world scene these days. Well done

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 1/22/2025 11:51:00 AM

Dear Anne-Lise, You know when it is great when the words pierce like a blade carrying a historical and moral weight. The imagery of brocade and laurel wreaths contrasts hauntingly with guilt and ambition. Strikingly evocative commentary. Winter Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel