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Posted: 6/25/2008 5:39:26 PM | transcend;
why thank you dear sir for your comments & hope you liked *Hemlock* too ?
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Posted: 6/25/2008 5:41:36 PM | Girl Writes;
thanks sister poet.....Loving yours too x | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 5:45:33 PM | ash_i_am;
thanks honey.....Luv yours to sister poet x | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 5:53:56 PM | oooops sorry.....made cpl of mistakes so retyped & then forgot to remove the other
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Posted: 6/25/2008 6:19:03 PM | Aries,
I'm not a poetry guy ,well sometimes when I'm in love, but I just read Dreamcatcher and it is one of the most brilliant pieces of prose I have ever read. What a mind. I might frame that and sign it with my name. | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 6:23:37 PM | floating down the river;
so glad you find pleasure in my poetry.....that is payment enough & gives me pleasure & joy back x | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 6:44:44 PM | Angel,
I want to go there. You know that place. I want to lie in the meadow of your heart.
Your poetry quiets my thoughts. | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 8:28:22 PM | | I agree completely, it reminds me so much of my forest, similar yet not the same- it brings tears to my eyes it's so beautiful- a great poet and advocate. (RE Halycon Days) About Hemlock, are you a horticulturist too? lol You just keep getting more interesting- | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 3:42:56 AM | 
My Sincere thanks & love to all those who have contacted me personaly or on the Forum, to say they were deeply moved regarding the
**The Flaming Man** poem in Memory of *Ernest Nhamuave*
All my poetry is written from my personal, very real experiences or emotions, but none more so my fellow poets than this, written not only from my heart but from my very soul...
written in Memory of those 3men captured by the camera in a brief second in time,
those photographs....now the most famous photographs ever taken, which so very sadly are famous for all the very wrong reasons & to which the price of that fame cost those dear men their lives!
For speaking not only as a fellow human, but as a photographer myself, should I live to be a hundred,
I will never understand how another fellow human can snap away at Ernest as he burns screaming.....the man as he decides to leap from the twin towers......or the soldier begging for help in the burning tank and be able to resist those heart rending cries for help at the cost of maybe my own life.....or worst still.....to accept 13 pieces of silver for such photographs ?????????????
I still have the original of that poem with its inky words diluted & running into each other & the paper distorted & watermarked.....
....with my tears
so,
speaking on behalf of all poets & artists the world over may I take it upon my humble self to say....
we will honour the memory of Ernest & all those who have died in the name of war throught the ages
with the Ohhhhh so very peacefull tools of our trade.....our pens
&
let " the pen be mightier than the sword" everytime
so say we all
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Posted: 6/26/2008 4:44:03 AM | Girl Writes;
You sweet & very lovely young thing you,
I am astonished that a girl with such beauty & talent has not scores of men queing to offer their hand in marriage for such a rare catch,
but men always were such fools my dear !
I have studdied your picture at length & you remind me so much of those beauties painted & written about between the Pre-Raphaelite & the Neo-Romanticism period.....Edward Burne-Jones, Waterhouse, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Christina Georgina Rossetti, Evelyn De Morgan, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, etc.....etc.....
you remind me of Evelyn De Morgans painting **Flora**
&
I feel the need to write a poem about you
&
maybe paint you,
Yeats wrote.....
*We were the last romantics-chose for theme
Traditional sanctity and loveliness*
My father was an artist, photographer & poet, the "Baird of Bedford"
&
was my Inspiration,
but the painting that is most dear to me & Inspired me from the age of four & is to me the most beautiful painting ever;
E.R.Hughes **Night with her train of stars**
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Posted: 6/26/2008 5:41:07 AM |
some one asked me the question why I say 13 pieces of silver & not 30 pieces of silver,
the ans' is because 13 thousand pounds was paid for that 1 single photograph of dear Ernest, who was robbed of his hard earned wages, which he was going to send home for his children, dragged from his temporary home, beaten & macheted for not having more to give the army & then set alight with his own blanket & engulfed in flames & screaming for mercy & the names of his children, he tried to stand up but his best trousers & jacket were added to stoke the fire.....
had Ernest had even a minute portion of that 13 thousand, he would have had no need to be in the wrong place at the wrong time
thus
this photographer would not have prospered from.....
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Posted: 6/26/2008 7:21:53 AM | That is the most amazing thing anyone has EVER said about me, thank you
Most 'men' choose not to succumb to the depths, they scratch the surface and fear that they might drown...lol | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 1:11:39 PM | This Place
This is the place
This little place
This place in the woods
This place of quiet
This place of homeliness
This place of contemptment
This place of peace
This place is peace
This place is a piece of me
This place is everything
This place is everything I want
This place is everything I want it to be
This place is my place
This place belongs to me
This place belongs to no one else but me
This place is all
this place has it all
this place is all for me
This place is me.
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Posted: 6/26/2008 1:33:50 PM | Waiting
The white gangly *itch
unwanted,
uncared for,
unloved
in the ditch,
her deep chestnut eyes
dolefull,
pleading,
watching the world go by,
the large black nose
too big for the thin boney snout
resting on paws
dirty,
clogged,
the young thin body
stretched motionless out,
only the chestnut eyes moving
missing nothing,
watching carefully,
waiting,
biding her time
waiting for.....
a name ?
waiting to belong ?
waiting to be mine ?
how could I resist !
how could I pass by !
how could I not scoop her up
this white gangly *itch
with the deep chestnut eye,
the white collie cross
*Palloma*
the dear,
picked me out
with those chestnut eyes
without a doubt,
now.....
17 years on
eyes almost blind
unquestioning,
devoted,
faithful companion of mine,
now the old collie *itch
with the deep chestnut eyes,
head on paws
is once again waiting
and biding her time
as the world passes by.
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*itch = a female dog replace * with B ( but Forum wont let me type that word )
In Memory of my Beloved Dog Palloma | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 1:51:09 PM |  aries........loved the poem! I have a male species of my own!
Means the world to me....somehow I think I mean the same to him!
A little baby when found in the south
livin' under an old Southern Ohio house
Mama ; tied up not allowed to be near
He wandered in hunger and wallowed in fear!
My Son talked me into bringin him home
so sweet was his heart ; and so sweet was the Dog!
So we brought him so far and carried him home
The little guy ; loved never bein' alone!
He grew into the finest little man;my son and he loved
oneanother...but I was his biggest fan!
He barked at anyone near the house or yard
He became known for his Rottweiller BARK!
He became sickly...after years of long life
He nursed me through a divorce ; and hurts of life!
We became nursemates for when he was sick...
I nursed all his ails...and he nursed mine!
Now he is stable and fat and kinda happy!
He loves everyone ...and always wants to kiss em!
This little guy livin' under the house...
Has given me so much of his little self!!!
If ever a sweet sweet Angel was sent...
I am thinkin' its HOBO my doggie they lent
For the death of my Mother...
Divorce and then son moving out!!
My sweet little Angel...still sits by my side!
Angels appear in the strangest ways...
I am thinkin' my Mama and my son sent him my way!
He is my little buddy and my heart and my soul!
For within his sweet heart...I LOVE MY HOBO!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 6/26/2008 2:35:27 PM | Under The Eaves.
My bedroom is a haven
set way up in the trees
and when in slumber I partake
I drift on gentle breeze,
my drapes they are the starlit night
my light the moon above
and when my head on bolster rests
'tis resting on a dove,
my coverlets a cobweb
which o'er my bed I throw
my eiderdown like autumn leaves
my sheets like drifts of snow,
the stained glass latice in the thatch
captures the suns gold rays
and paints a rainbow on my wall
on wet and windy days,
the rafters are my branches
and keep the storms at bay
the thatching is my cosy nest
and drives the frost away,
In summer climbing roses
their scent my room does lend
and Robin visits every day
and is my closest friend,
the squirrels nuts deposit
upon my window sill
and just before the day is done
the thrush for me will trill,
In Spring I watch the hatching
of each and every egg
and see the seasons changing
every morning from my bed,
my sleep is aided by the wind
my rising by the rook
and every single day becomes
a page from my picture book,
so even were I ninety
Instead of only nine
I would not swop this Haven
for all the riches that are thine.
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Posted: 6/26/2008 5:39:11 PM | celestialheart;
*Waiting*
thanks poet sister, loved yours too & the photos of Hobo bless xx
tried to message you but it would'nt let me hon, maybe coming over to US
later in the year & we'll maybe meet up
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Posted: 6/26/2008 6:46:31 PM | An angel wrote,
Words of love,
Cherub sang them,
Seraphim hummed them,
A great duet.
Angel flew far,
To the east,
Spreading the joy,
Hope, faith, charity,
And people listened.
Peace and harmony,
Filled the earth,
Brothers and sisters,
Of all nations,
Laid aside weapons.
War was over,
Negativity done with,
The common good,
First and foremost,
In each mind.
Mighty projects began,
Repairing the damage,
To the environment,
Natural and human,
Angel's dream achieved. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2008 11:30:42 PM | Hello Huni, the songs you posted were awesome and touching.
It is my pleasure to share the site (lovyingyou dot com) that I am using for over 7 years, where you will find great poem, quote everyday from public.
Happy weekend and have good time 
from
Vinnie | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 7:15:32 PM | tranquilrose
If only..........If only..........
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Posted: 6/27/2008 8:19:44 PM | ariesangel babe
agree with you ...so many things can be achieved with love...haven't heard of anything
good come from hate...have a wonderful day... | |
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Posted: 6/27/2008 9:04:20 PM | | all things and all writings are calming herein. i thank you. | |
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Posted: 6/28/2008 2:46:13 AM | naiveandwitty
thank you & welcome from all..........enjoy............x
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Posted: 6/29/2008 1:39:33 AM | 2 x simple rhymes from my book *Over the Garden Wall* based on 17th century rhymes.
Berry Picking
One for the pudding
One for the pie
One for the mouth
to satisfy.
Over the hill
Down the dale
One in the mouth
one in the pail.
Juice on my fingers
Juice on my thumb
Stain on my lips
And on my tongue.
The Shepherds Posy
Give your love a posy
give your love a gift
make it from forget-me-nots
cornflowers, pinks and thrift,
theres a message in it
say's how much you care
her reply will simply be
the forget-me-nots in her hair.
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Posted: 6/29/2008 3:21:10 AM | FRUSTRATION
So much anger,
So much pain.
I am starting to crack,
Can't take the strain.
Whatever I do,
Whatever I say,
I just can't seem to find the way.
My heart is broken.
My resolve is too.
I just can't seem to find the way.
My love you with all my heart,
But all we do is tear each other apart.
I can't carry on like this every single day.
I need someone to show me the way.
My life feels like it is over.
My strength is waning fast.
I want to move on to the future.
Don't want to focus on the past.
I've won the battle,
But can't win the war.
I'm sick of fighting the world.
Can't do it anymore.
Please listen to me.
Please help me out.
I don't want to scream.
Don't want to shout.
But that's all I seem to do.
Can't find a way to get through to you.
I'm torn and tattered.
Been beaten and battered.
And now at last,
My heart is shattered.
AN ANGEL
An angel visited me today.
He sat on my settee.
To the human eye,
He was just a guy.
But he was so much more to me.
His smile just lit up the whole of the room.
He brightened my heart,
And took away the gloom.
His heart was like a piece of gold.
His arms so gentle yet so bold.
His words were gentle and so very kind.
His memory imprinted on my mind.
The day that angel visited me,
Will change my life forever.
Other people in my life may come and go.
But his gift to me will be with me forever.
SITTING BY MY WINDOW
Sitting by my window,
Watching the world go by.
Watching all the loving couples,
All I want to do is cry.
We used to be a couple.
We used to have such fun.
But now you've gone and left me,
And I am all alone.
The two of us that used to be,
Has become a lonely one.
When I think of all those happy years,
My eyes just can't help filling up with tears.
Never again will I visit our special place.
Never again will I see your face.
So I sit by my window,
Watching the world go by.
Now when I think of you,
All I can do is cry. | |
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