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  • John Eliot (10/6/2009 6:37:00 AM) Post reply

    I write poetry in a form pertaining to the bygone Romantic era. So I do not know how my poems would be acknowledged by the present-day readers. Please visit my site and let me know how my poems actually are. Please! ! !

  • Bullion Grey (10/5/2009 5:15:00 PM) Post reply

    Publish: to make public an idea, thought, write, poem story et.al.
    If you create something in your work it automatically it becomes the copyright of its creator. According to recent copyright standards. To register your work with Congress is an additional protection. Though very few will copy work, and if you find someone using your work and claiming ownership you will have to get legal advise (spend money) and will amount to them stopping the use of your property. Though very few get to a hearing, as out of court deals are popular.
    Mostly, don't worry about if someone will steal your works. Concentrate on your work and get it out. If your work appears in a public paper, newsletter, online, essentially it is published.

  • Margaret Mckennon (10/5/2009 4:23:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Can anyone explain to me how we copyright our poems on this website...do you copyright or just write and leave on this website. When we post our poems on this website is it considered published...because some of us send work to journals etc and they say you are to inform them if published..would this be considered as published? Please answer these queries...my head is spinning

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    • george george (10/6/2009 12:25:00 AM) Post reply

      Hi Margaret; as the previous writer said, I do believe that if you have created the work, it is automatically copywritten if you say so. Just put © and your name at the bottom of each thing you publis ... more

  • Bullion Grey (9/18/2009 5:25:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Can anyone visit my site and see if it is working right? It is: www.bulliongrey.com
    Just writing and thoughts.
    thank you

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    • george george (10/6/2009 12:31:00 AM) Post reply

      Hi, your site comes up fine, but wouldn't it be better to have the introduction piece up top and then the index underneath? When you first go to the site, you just get the list of things to click on, ... more

  • Lynn Glover (9/7/2009 10:42:00 PM) Post reply

    I would like to ask for comments on my poem (positive or negative) titled:

    My Good Friend
    We've been friends for many, many years,
    Now you've left us with memories and tears.
    Up with God you must have a smile on your face,
    You have no pain, no hurts, not even a trace.

    We celebrate your life here today,
    We talk of the people you touched along the way.
    Helping with jobs and money and many things,
    You received the joy that doing this would bring.

    Your familly will miss you, as will I,
    We'll be coming to join you, someday in the sky.
    We'll have a reunion with family and friends,
    There will be happiness and joy with no ends.

    Now you live up in God's great domain,
    You will never again experience any pain.
    Here in your home town that you left behind,
    We will remember you as always gentle and kind.

    copyright 2008 Lynn B. Glover

    Also for a FREE Down load of my song O'er Yon Mountain which is one of my poens. Web site lynnbglover@yahoo.com Thanks

  • Argenis Hernandez (9/7/2009 9:05:00 PM) Post reply

    Blues song in the works

    Get a god if you think that you need it
    Get a girl if you think you all alone
    If you all alone

    Get a god if you think that you need it
    Get f.cked if you feel like the summer's gone
    like the summer's gone

    Well if you lost your god and woman
    Go on
    Drink another one

  • Bullion Grey (9/5/2009 9:31:00 PM) Post reply

    A Mystical Dragon went about it's day,
    when a Mystical white bird flew in sky,
    as a Mystical fire burned away,
    while Mystical butterflies soared up high.
    Mystical songs were sung that day,
    as Mystical Unicorns trotted about,
    where Mystical Castles are built they say,
    As Mystical creatures dance and shout.
    Welcome to Mystical World!

  • Frank L. Ludwig (8/29/2009 4:25:00 PM) Post reply

    The First Supper

    The disciples met in Joseph’s
    house who had the table laid
    to commemorate the selfless
    sacrifice their Saviour made.

    Mary stormed into the meeting
    and dispersed her brethren’s gloom:
    ‘He has risen! He has risen!
    There’s no body in the tomb! ’

    ‘That’s great news’, said Joseph, smiling.
    ‘Sure, the Lord is homeward bound’,
    and he sliced the meat for supper,
    and he passed the chalice round.

    Everyone was in good spirits,
    until John looked at his fork
    as he chewed and asked politely:
    ‘Surely you’re not serving pork? ’

    Simon Peter took the chalice,
    drank and smashed it with a thud,
    turned around and barked at Joseph:
    ‘That’s not wine, Joe! This is blood! ’

    ‘Do you not remember, brethren,
    what our Saviour said before?
    Eat my flesh and drink my blood, and
    you shall live for evermore!

    ‘He has given us his dogma,
    we’re supposed to live by it!
    Hold on, I’ll just put another
    juicy femur on the spit...’

    Frank L. Ludwig

  • Kaspa Richards (8/10/2009 2:32:00 PM) Post reply

    to all fellow poets, when and if you have time to spare any comments and contrcutive opinions are welcome on my new poem 'My Reconstruction' thank you for your time

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-reconstruction/

  • eb cooper (8/4/2009 2:59:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Comment please

    Love's Passing Moment

    A time will come, and a moment will pass,
    When your indelible lips, which I have loved in past,
    Will kiss another's
    So gently,
    So softly,
    So tenderly,
    As they once did with me
    In memories gone too fast.
    In another's ear your laugh will charm, tho still ringing in mine,
    And of love his heart will be convinced, a trust which I resigned.
    The beauty beating beneath your breast, the only I have ever known,
    Will belong to another's caressing hand, every rip now stitched and sewn.

    Once the time comes, and after moment passes,
    When your every thought is of him, as it once was with me,
    I wonder if he'll realize how lucky he is; I wonder if I'll agree.
    If ever you feel the pulse of my heart, no matter how faint the beat,
    Remember always the undying love I had for you…
    Farewell, till the next time we meet.

    http: //poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-passing-moment/

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    • Forest T. Jones (8/9/2009 3:53:00 PM) Post reply

      Hello Mr. eb cooper - I looked at your poem. it doesn't need very much. I added somethings to it. your poem has a lot of charm and depth. here are my thoughts.: Love's Passing Moment ... more

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