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Past Lives

One of my past lives appeared without warning I was so handsome she without reservation DAYLIGHT! (or was it a dream?) A prince of Egypt Just as the ouija board said In the museum come face to face with myself palest white but nicely wrapped Met myself one day while walking through the woods I stopped looked at me my wild eyes rolling around and then I wet on a tree Oh to be reborn and another crack at things Prahbupada says "You would be a tiger the way you snarf those burgers" Oh it's such nonsense! She claims to leave her body float around upstairs where she meets old Uncle Ned long dead old Ned patting her soft silken head

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 6/2/2014 4:31:00 AM

I so enjoyed reading this Daver. Last poem of the night before bed. Congratulations on it being featured.

Sue Mason

Date: 11/1/2008 3:48:00 PM

LOL with very clever use of this form. Snarf is a wonderful word ... smile ... So my friend, Daver who is the author of the Atlantis book you mentioned on Mystery IV? You can e-mail if you want to smason@efn.org

Date: 10/27/2008 1:36:00 PM

I got a good chuckle out of this one. Good thing you were "nicely wrapped." The creative format add visual interest to your poem. You may want to change mylelf to myself in the third stanza. Thank you for your kind words regarding my poetry. Keep on writing! Karen

Joseph Spence Sr

Date: 10/26/2008 4:23:00 AM

I like the topography of this piece. The lay of the poem allows one to pause while reading to get the correct flow of the words. The theme is consistent and the image vivid. Hey, I like the tree and the burger lines. Great job! ~Joseph

Sharon Winter

Date: 10/25/2008 11:19:00 AM

You are so out there and open to many cosmic influences. Fascinating and fun to read this one! Interesting poet Mr. Daver is putting it mildly. : ) Every read is a journey and a treat. Love, Shar

Michael Jordan

Date: 10/25/2008 9:04:00 AM

Daver this poem is excellent - Past lives make us who we are today - Great job & God Bless

Kristin Reynolds

Date: 10/24/2008 7:36:00 AM

Excellent, Daver! I feel my past lives, know them, yet cannot grab on to them completely - those things are slippery - if you know what I mean. Now, as for my contest, please contact PS about that problem, Tracy had that prob once, and they took care of it - I must have your entry sir! Love Kristin