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  • Dan Reynolds (6/18/2014 7:04:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I say, what a wonderful day for visiting a dead poet's page and leaving a comment like, " Very nice, please read some of mine! " ! !

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    • Gulsher John (6/18/2014 8:04:00 AM) Post reply

      hahah, it's very much fashion here... for example: every other comment end as " thanx for sharing" , ah we love adjectives.

  • Debra Robinson (6/18/2014 12:56:00 AM) Post reply

    At What Cost? (A JFK Tribute Poem)

    November 22,1963

    Three shots,

    One life.


    Without warning

    History made…

    Forever changed.


    Three shots,

    One life.



    Twenty-five years,

    November 22,1988.

    Too young to remember

    (Not too young)

    To respect


    Three shots,

    One life.


    Fifty years,

    November 22,2013

    A world changed,

    Forever to question,

    At what cost?

    © Copyright 1988

    Dedicated to the 25th Anniversary of the assignation of JFK and in future tribute to the 50th Anniversary.

  • Alexander Rizzo (6/17/2014 7:38:00 PM) Post reply

    not shilling for either one of these men, but 2 of the most interesting poets to haunt this forum is carter and palmer. no coincidence that they are 2 of the most published as well, and with the strongest opinions. its neither here nor there in the grand scheme; just saying, as a matter of opinion and some fact

    was reading some linda gregg today, a surprisingly good poet, may post a few by her soon.

  • Tony Adah (6/17/2014 10:29:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi poets, when I write I have the full expresssion of myself in relation to my environment past or present. I marry It, I divorce It with very unconventional prose. And that is poetry for you! Join me to read along, your commments I will appreciate.

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    • Jefferson Carter (6/17/2014 4:33:00 PM) Post reply

      Tony, " I divorce it with very unconventional prose" ? I have NO idea what you mean!

  • Mokhtari Houssam Eddine (6/17/2014 8:22:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi everyone, I really need handy friends for I'm new here and I've any poems yet whereas there will be soon your messages, comments and support are welcome
    THANK YOU

  • Bosa Masibi (6/17/2014 7:23:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    hello guys, i have been writing poems and i dont feel they are good enough, how do i write very good poems?please help

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    • Debra Robinson (6/18/2014 12:37:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Hi Bosa, I think the best place to start is by writing what you head and heart is telling you to write. Write with passion first and then work with your critical eye to hone your skills. Post he ... more

    • Alexander Rizzo (6/17/2014 7:41:00 PM) Post reply

      i beg to differ - there are good poems and bad poems. reconcile yourself to that sir

    • Tony Adah (6/17/2014 10:16:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      Bosa, no poem is good or bad. Just follow your thought flow that's all. Your perceptions are all yours. Happy writing. Tony.

  • Micheal Olaniyi (6/17/2014 4:36:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello gentlemens and ladies. Please i am kindly inviting you to come and read my poems, and i would love you comments. Thanks

  • Sherrie Kolb Cassel (6/16/2014 3:49:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello, everyone, especially, my stalker Otto Schtupen...hope all is well. I see nothing constructive is happening here...miss you all so much. See you after class.

  • delilah contrapunctal (6/15/2014 9:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Hey, (mis) management...gonna delete a wink?...or only if it is used thusly: ']) .....seriously inane censoring happening here....fun gone! !

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  • Debra Robinson (6/15/2014 5:06:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Arlington National Cemetery

    In the rolling hills of Arlington
    White headstones stand row by row.
    A sacred trust—
    Bestowed upon these hallowed grounds.
    Through the decades, the battles and wars,
    A blanket of eternal rest.

    “The day is done, gone the sun”
    The bugler stands alone.

    In a demonstration of an ethos,
    A horse-drawn caisson will pass—
    Among the headstones,
    To a final resting place.

    The precision of clicking of heels in the distance,
    Paces matched—
    Stride for stride,
    At the tomb of the unknowns.

    “The day is done, gone the sun”
    The bugler stands alone.

    Straight line formations—
    Where honor and valor have come to rest.
    For these soldiers,
    Their last call sounded,
    Through the eyes of history.

    Now in eternal slumber,
    Surrendering to the emotion,
    The sounding of Taps—
    Their final tribute.

    Stand down; rest easy
    Soldier, Sailor, Airman, Marine

    “The day is done, gone the sun”
    The bugler stands alone.


    © June 14,2014
    “The day is done, gone the sun” opening lyrics to Taps

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    • Alexander Rizzo (6/17/2014 7:53:00 PM) Post reply

      sorry, whoever you are. i'm no one but alex, and pretty proud. and i know a bad poem when i......smell one


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