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  • Rookie denis joe (4/3/2006 2:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply
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    I recently spent two-and-a-half months in prison in Liverpool. During that time I worked on 14 poems (sonnets) . What struck me about prison life was how much it was like the outside world: limitations on access to certain areas; the constant need to identify oneself and even the people themselves. The attitude of the cons was, generaly a selfish one and I was seen as being an oddity (at one time i was suspected of being a nonce, which proved temporally hair-raising) .

    The sonnets that I wrote, I feel are not prison poems; I think that they can be seen as works concerning everyday life. To an extent I think that this is a sad reflection on society in general but it certainly increased my outlook and hence made better my work.

    Inside I recieved a lot of support and encouragement. The 'us and them' situation, between staff and prisoners, was, virtually, non-existant and I was helped with contacts in the local poetry scene (even to the extent of fixing a gig for me at the Philharmonic hall)

    I am leaving the Ian Syder works as they are and will not be using that name again to write works though I do hope to bring out a collection of poems that will include the Ian Syder works under my name.

    Denis Joe

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    • Rookie Nibedita Deb (4/3/2006 8:07:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Just a question - Were all prisoners of the same feelings and opinions about imprisoned life? Nibedita Deb. Kolkata. India.

  • Rookie Nibedita Deb (4/2/2006 8:46:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A good thinker with the capacity to feel is half poet - agree/disagree?

    Nibedita Deb.

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    • Rookie Rhapsody Teak (4/2/2006 8:35:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      disagree. just because you feel emotion and are a free/radical/good thinker doesn't mean you are able to write. Your poems can have meaning, but no rhythm. or maybe emotion but no meaning. but meaning ... more

  • Rookie Cynthia Garza (3/31/2006 7:22:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi all. I was wondering if anyone knows of any good poems that talk about desire to succeed.

  • Rookie - 33 Points Vega Star (3/26/2006 10:24:00 AM) Post reply

    Greatings, I'm not new to poetry. I would like some feedback on my 6 poems that I wrote.

  • Rookie - 0 Points Lendl Servillon (3/24/2006 12:50:00 AM) Post reply

    Hey everyone.... I'm not really that good of a poet but I posted some ofmy poems.... read it and give me some comments... The best it seems are about love....

    by the way.... if poem can't find my name try HAKIRA GERAIKI for poet name.

  • Rookie Brandon Sigourney (3/23/2006 2:08:00 PM) Post reply

    Yo... I am Brandon and I wrote some peoms you need to check out... It is good...

  • Rookie Daniel Williams (3/22/2006 8:24:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi everbody, I'm new here, and I already love this site. I've posted poetry by my friend Charlie (because he's too lazy to do it himself) I personally think he's done some good stuff, but could somebody else please read it and rate it? Thanks very much, Dan.

  • Rookie Ryan Mattock (3/11/2006 6:38:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Lost

    Sitting in my room, thinking of the girl who doesn’t want me.
    Feeling empty as a well with no water,
    The most intriguing creature to walk the earth,
    initially not my type at all.
    For three whole weeks it took to love,
    A girl so unique, most certainly sent from above!
    A personality more than most,
    The girl who has no love for me,
    In my mind, now a ghost.

    Ryan Mattock

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    • Rookie Mandy Faye (3/18/2006 4:42:00 PM) Post reply

      wow! there's a girl there for you in the world the right one don't worry you think you found her but god's telling you that she's taken there's more out there for you and it's not a ghost she may ... more

  • Rookie Ryan Mattock (3/11/2006 6:38:00 PM) Post reply

    The book cover

    Ravaged by the weather outside,
    ages with me, but face like time.
    Prada, gucci, all passers by,
    no one dare look incase he's high!
    But deep down inside, lives a man with a past,
    neglected by his mother and hit by his dad,
    This is a man without hope of success,
    this is a man with no permanent address,
    But he is the one with a story to tell,
    for he is the one already in hell,
    and judging by the people that pass,
    No one would listen, or give a rat's ass!
    This is a good man just down on his luck,
    this is a good man, no one gives a...

    Ryan Mattock

  • Rookie Ryan Mattock (3/11/2006 6:37:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A journey of ends

    Cant pick up the phone, for my head is too heavy.
    Won't pick up the phone, I don't want to know.
    For the one that I loved has gone and left me,
    In a field of black roses, so far from my home!
    I have to move forward, I must go on,
    My heart is so weak, but my head is so strong,
    so that is my story, I want you to know,
    Im finally here! My beautiful home!

    Ryan Mattock

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