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  • mother baxter (5/6/2005 6:42:00 AM) Post reply

    has anyone noticed robert burns going backwards, it just proves even dead poets can go backwards

  • Michael Shepherd (5/6/2005 4:26:00 AM) Post reply

    James Mills, a newcomer to this site, would be grateful for an honest assessment of the poems he has posted. He had expected more response - though I've told him this normally takes some little time, due to the increasing number of postings which we can't all get around to reading.

  • mother baxter (5/6/2005 1:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi everbody i'm new here how are you

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    • Michael Shepherd (5/6/2005 4:22:00 AM) Post reply

      Your comments about Jerry Hughes are disgusting and despicable. If you don't like his poems, don't read them. You should be ashamed to be Australian when you remember what Australia has done for free ... more

  • Ghendo Quicoy (5/5/2005 11:37:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

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    I woke up early in the morning
    Seeing the beauty of the sun without denying
    I saw the new beginning of life
    The beginning of yours and mine

    I swim deep down the river
    I thought it has no surrender
    But as I reached the bottom of it
    I felt useless and dammit

    Like “love” deep down in our hearts
    It starts running like carts
    It begins with letter “L”
    And yet a letter cannot be felt

    It’s merely true that everything fades
    And so time does dies like waves
    This feeling is not permanent
    For this is only a settlement

    Soon the sun sets in the west
    Never forget how we enjoy at least
    For everything was the greatest moment
    That we could not even paint

    Dammit this life of mine
    Indeed, I learned and it’s fine
    And so I say goodbye
    To you my one and only life

    The leaves in my trees decayed
    Like the love you gave
    Stones in my yards cracked
    Like the love you unpacked

    I wish only good luck and God Bless
    For the Almighty God is there for best
    Now you’re free from me
    Go and do what you see

    I’m no longer there to give you a hand
    For my hands are filled with black sand
    Though it hurts me of what happened
    But I can’t avoid being hurt

    This poem of mine leaves nothing
    But love, respect, good luck and sorry
    I had sinned to this greatest princess
    For I never shown a cavalier confess

    I felt so unhappy for destiny lied
    I felt so sorry for everything fade
    But I never turned back from this
    It’s only that I have to forget this mess

    My fingers keep crossing
    Despite of my life keep looping
    My heart keep wandering
    How these things will keep working

    The eyes of love they said
    It was said untrue but I proved
    I may be blind for the times
    But I have seen how love sours like lime

    My presence seemed to be untrue
    For my princess did show flu
    Flu because of hatred to me
    Because she wants the prince and not me

    Huh, I’m only a cavalier
    A soldier for fighting not for love
    Now, I am a cowboy of Sahara
    Sahara a place of despair and karma

    Yet, I was so happy
    Because I served this princes
    A princess that should be adored
    For she was the greatest dream

    Rudeness makes no sense
    It’s nothing because I have fence
    Hurts and worries neither penetrate
    Because I have nothing but faith

    Now, this has finally come to an end
    All the hurts and worries I will miss
    The time will soon help me heal wounds
    The wounds that will mark until the day I die

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    • Peter A. Crowther (5/6/2005 7:26:00 AM) Post reply

      Don't be so uncharitable. Anyone can make a mistake, especially if new to this site and an unsympathetic response to what might be someone's first poem could put that person off writing or at least po ... more

  • Neil Francis Brooks (5/5/2005 2:01:00 PM) Post reply

    Hiya Herbie, sherrie, Mark fry, pickling onion, Brad tingle, Lester the long haired FARMER currently at car boot sale somewhere.
    My favourite poets Top five.
    1 Charles Bukowski
    2 Adrian henri
    3 Roger mcgough
    4 Caroline Bird
    5 John cooper clarke
    Top five films
    1 Elephant man David Lynch
    2 Rumblefish Francis Ford coppala
    3 Paris, Texas Wim wenders
    4 Amele
    5 Withnail and I.
    Top five books
    1 The outsider Albert calmus
    2 Billy Liar keith Waterhouse
    3 The alchemist
    4 Charlie and the choclate factory ROALD dahl
    5 Zen and the art of motor cycle maintenece Robert m.pirsig

  • ***** ***** (5/4/2005 5:18:00 PM) Post reply

    Finally we get the forum back on the poetry track.. please keep personal problems with other poets to mail. If that person's mail facility is disabled to you or in general, spare all who are not involved in the tiff the bother of having to read jibe after petty (although they attempt to sound haughty..) jibe.

    As of above, the function of this board is as follows....

    Poetics & Poetry Discussion

    Is there a book you just read, a piece of poetry news or a reading you just heard that you want to talk about? Here's the place to start a conversation.

  • Yasmine Hashem (5/4/2005 2:15:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    i want an explanation to poem Hymn ON solitude by Jamed Thomson, , , i hope to fine a brief easy explantaion for an importatnt assignment, ,
    best regards

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    • Peter A. Crowther (5/5/2005 5:04:00 AM) Post reply

      I'm no expert but here's a quick take on the poem which might help: - James Thomson (1700-1748) was a Scottish-born poet who published several books of poetry as well as writing plays. His collectio ... more

  • Robert Rorabeck (5/4/2005 1:57:00 PM) Post reply

    Poets (A Bit Arbitrary) :

    Jim Carroll
    Lewis Carroll,


    Johnny Cash
    The White Strips
    K's Choice
    Pink Martini
    Loretta Lynn

    (Jim Carroll Band,
    Tom Waits, Dylon,
    Modest Mouse)

  • Ulrike Gerbig (5/4/2005 11:16:00 AM) Post reply

    i have them i don't have to decide: there is always music by nick drake - for a rainy day, a full moon or a sunny afternoon...

  • kenneth william snow (5/4/2005 9:59:00 AM) Post reply

    Best to rank poets
    Than to become rank poets
    Praise before disdain

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