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  • Rookie Neil Francis Brooks (5/6/2005 12:32:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies
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    Could we discuss what it is that propells people to write poems foe example where do the individual seek insperation.I know bitterness and emptiness fills a lot of peoples soul here poor Herbie, Poetry Hound, Mr shepard, ect.We could form a outreach group and try to save these poor individuals souls they try to be so intellectual and all.We could get a Forum that sends love to these people and all be nice and give them the gratification they need.

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    • Rookie Michael Shepherd (5/6/2005 4:12:00 PM) Post reply

      Hi Neil, I don't quite follow your drift. Are you saying I/we are bitter, empty, and intellectual, or that we write about those things, or that we should be discussing them? Or are you offering counse ... more

    • Rookie Poetry Hound (5/6/2005 1:22:00 PM) Post reply

      Boy, what a grouch. Say Neil, instead of proposing that other people discuss something, why don't you just go ahead and discuss it yourself?

  • Rookie Michael Shepherd (5/6/2005 10:46:00 AM) Post reply

    That's a fascinating poem, Craig, and I shall chase up Robert Creeley's poems. The last stanza could be straight from Shakespeare. The first accords with Hindu teachings - much condensed! Thanks.

  • Rookie Craig Hadden (5/6/2005 9:58:00 AM) Post reply

    Here is a poem by Robert Creeley that I really like and which came to mind based on some of the latest postings on the forum. It's called 'Mind's Heart':

    Mind’s heart, it must
    be that some
    truth lies locked
    in you.

    Or else, lies, all
    lies, and no man
    true enough to know
    the difference.

    My only comment is to 'think poetry.'

  • Rookie Herbert Nehrlich1 (5/6/2005 8:58:00 AM) Post reply

    Yes, I will leave the forum again now. I realise Mark, that these revelations aren't exactly flattering. I, for one, make sure that when I call someone names or accuse him/her that I have my facts straight.You failed miserably, again. You are a failure.
    If you see me calling you a liar then that simply means that you are just that,
    a LIAR.
    I am not. Y O U are.

  • Rookie Herbert Nehrlich1 (5/6/2005 8:24:00 AM) Post reply

    Since this site is not for personal discussions I will not go into further comments about other people who have made this site the sorry thing it now has become.
    Thank you Sonja.

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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.

  • Rookie 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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    • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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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    • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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

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