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Oh, yeah, fine -- blame it on Webbie, and Ken. We are the WDC instigators of "dare you to enter" whatever contest happens to be of interest. 
But you did it, Sonali -- you took the bait and entered the contest. 
The translation worked perfectly into the lines. The song has a sense of urgency as time is involved. It also had the sensation of time standing still, as when one is bored, it seems the hourglass gets clogged-up and doesn't drop a grain of sand. 
You always maange to take 
This is a catchy tune for the mind to imagine. I placed myself in the midst of the mist, the cobblestone pathways, personable pubs, and a cozy inn. Ahh, the scents and sounds do jump out at me. 
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Fine rhythm and rhyme within each verse.
Beautiful way to describe the winds, "laughing." The sounds made by breezes can indeed sound like laughing when pushing through blades of grass, leaves of trees, hills or echoing valleys. The imagination runs wild with fertility for an awakening muse. May is the awakening of so much of nature, at least here in the Northern Hemisphere. Albeit a delayed spring in New England. 
I swear, you two guys are a fencing match of fun and humor. I think it's wonderful you took a comedic look at your friendship with Ken. Yes, everything you say about him is true. 
Then, can't we all just Ken-along? 
Thank you for sharing this heart-felt poem, and thank you for your service! You bring the reader into the mind and heart of a soldier being deployed, missing his family and describing all that he misses while away.
The reader can feel the loneliness, the heartbreak of leaving loved ones behind and not knowing if or when you'll all be together again.
The poem itself, did not appear to have a particular rhyming form, although there was some rhyme woven within. I see this poem as a free verse. I am quite the fan of free verse, myself.
I want to thank you so much for your service to our country. You are not thanked enough for the sacrifices made. Thank God that missile fell in a way which did not detonate it. 
It's lovely to dream and try to see ahead into the future. It is also wise to live in the present and enjoy each moment before it becomes the past. Your poem makes me think about. 
There are a few places where a different choice of word would work better within this poem. These are merely my thoughts and suggestions. 
The future may be uncertain, but living life the best way one can to help make those dreams come true is the best way to the future hoped for.
You know something? I was pulled right into this prose-like poem. It is food for thought indeed. I love the philosophical voice given to it and the outcome of events should one part of individualism be lost.
It is true that we have gifts given to us from God and may choose to use them, advance our positions in life, our views and most importantly be able to think for ourselves. We are not one huge blob of communal thoughts, acts and words, we are unique and bring our own ideas to the table to be considered. 
Otherwise, this poem hit home with so many events taking place now and how each individual must learn to think for himself or herself. There is not just one formulated plan for all in this world, but rather unique individuals who must find the knowledge needed to succeed. 
Good character development. Cyndi sounds like the hyper-vigilant worker who simply cannot say no to anyone who needs her help. Not a bad character trait, however, one with that trait may be used and taken advantage of. Nevertheless, she was a likeable person to envision, at least in my mind's eye.
I used to live close to a Sees candy store. Thankfully, I do not crave sweets. However, every once and a while, I do partake of a piece of very dark chocolate.
Formatting issues in regards to spacing between paragraphs. Choose to either indent for a new paragraph, or use the easier to read method on WDC, double space between new paragraphs. It breaks-up the wall of words and is easier on the eyes. 
I must have read this sonnet at least five times over. Something about it seems so haunting. It's deeply layered within the lyrical lines and it pulled me right in.
I love the romantic twinings and youthful hopes and dreams -- such a melody of the young at heart. I envisioned a young man beckoned by the lass, to travel across the Irish sea to be with her, a promise made. His heart led before his mind as he would eventually realized.
The sonnet's flow: Magnificent! Nothing mechanically wrong that I could tell.In fact, the beauty of it was rich, the moral of the story ever present, a lesson earned and learned. I see no lines out of place or anywhere that disappoints. Strong words are woven through adding emphasis exactly where needed. In my opinion it is perfection. 
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That aside, you rocked it with the last two lines. Great way to wrap it up nice and tight with good impact!
You wove into this story the Shakespearean aspect through giving tribute to a former English teacher, who had made the students learn a very difficult subject matter -- Shakespeare, as well as Old English language understanding. That is pretty important to understanding much of his works.
You brought your characters to life as I pictured a young man and Ol' Yellow, his trusty dog who could maneuver through the wooded areas with ease while his human followed, so as not to trip over rough and ragged pathways.
I do enjoy humorous stories. You did a great job with the stage performance. Quite a learned student of Barsky of Central High. He would have been so proud of you, and this is a fine tribute to his memory. 
There are some grammatical errors here. I don't know if you were using a computer keyboard or created this story via smartphone, but it appears that the space following the punctuation marks is missing. 
The story could also use a couple clicks of the "enter" key, so there is a break in the thoughts. Otherwise it looks like one wall of words, which tends to be off-putting for potential readers/reviewers. 
There needs to be more development of characters and plot. 
I liked the mystery surrounding this woman.
I also enjoyed the fact that this lucky man has a boss who calls a day a holiday at his own whim. 
I like that it made me curious and wondering what was in store for this character.
This is a fine start, kind of an outline of where to go with your characters.
I love Aerosmith. I was older than you when they were rocking the radio-waves, so understood the nuances woven into the song. 
That one particular song would get stuck in my head often. 
This was a short bio-type item and obviously a "Soundtrackers"blog/contest entry. Commenting on the brief entry with a biographical account, I could fine no errors, spelling or grammatical. Also, though succinct it speaks volumes to the reader as she could picture the eight year age difference and just how cool the music would appeal to the teen and how the beat of the music appealed to the younger sister. Thank goodness you couldn't understand the lyrics that went along with the music. 
Your mother would have to wash your mind out with soap! 
Well done, and paused on a line that will give any reader an idea of where the lyrics were going in the song. 
This story indeed lives up to its genre or paranormal as well as horror. I had the dreadful feeling something was not going to be right when the woman found the little girl lying on the ground in the snow. 
I thought of that saying, "No good deed goes unpunished." Gee, talk about an act of kindness gone awry! 
There are a couple more places where the paragraphs could be tighter by using only the words necessary to paint the picture. This would be especially important in contests where there are strict word count requirements.
The message woven within this poem is a strong one and one that paints a vivid picture to the reader without going into detail about how the troubled relationship started. I hope there is a way for the feud to lessen, and hearts to soften and forgiveness to blossom.
He is there in prayer, in our dreams and hopes, so long as we believe, we know He will be there for He has a plan for each and every one of us. 
This is a beautiful message -- so spiritual and so true!
Like this man, she lived in her own world and the world everyone else who loved her lived in was strange in her mind. She remembered her days of yore, yet forgot who she was talking to at that moment. Dementia, Alzheimer's, diseases that kill the spirit long before the body dies.
Your poem builds up the mystery of why the man who heard screams within his own head, but no one else could hear them. How frightening that must be to a person. I love how you introduced the disappearing of the screams and how upsetting it became to this man. He had dreamed of the silence, but now felt more trapped within the silence and yearned for the screaming to return. 
The emotions were woven into each line helping this man's story to unfold. The reader even gets the family's point of view toward the end. 
However, the poem itself painted a sad picture about dementia and its affect on the loved one's family, as well as the inner torment that the one who suffers from it, lives within his mind at the whim of sounds and sights that don't register as normal to him.
I believe spring is one of the best seasons to write poetry about. The subject matter is about everything fresh and new, again. In parts of the country where winter keeps people shivering and indoors, spring is such a welcome time of year.
I love the revitalizing feeling one gets when spring is get closer. It is a time of blooming and when all creatures start to yawn and stretch preparing for a busy schedule of raising a new brood. I love thinking about the hatchlings and their first flight. Yes, spring reminds me of new life and new promises with love and life all abloom.
Nice analogy comparing spring to the mood. It is the desire for that renewal of life that makes spring fever present.
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