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Post by Daphne on Oct 6, 2011 11:27:00 GMT
Dear New Member:
Please post your first posting poems here - You can post as many as you wish.
Next time I am onsite I will open a special board for your poetry and will transfer your pieces there so you can keep all your work together. Naturally other members and visitors will be able to find them just as easily.
Please do NOT post anything OBSCENE, LIBELLOUS or ILLEGAL.
Please comment on other members' work frankly, criticising fairly where necessary, avoiding sycophantic meaningless praise but again avoiding obscenity and insults.
Thank you - Daphne your hostess.
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Post by Sunshine on Oct 6, 2011 14:59:43 GMT
Thank you, Daphne, that's what I've done. I hope you and all the other members like the poems I've posted so far!
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Post by Daphne on Oct 6, 2011 18:19:02 GMT
To Sunshine: Thank you for your first two posted poems. I have transferred them to your personal "board".
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Jay
Important Member
pic of me after losing 52 stone with 'Slimming World'. Looking FIT, don't you think?
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Post by Jay on Oct 8, 2011 1:06:59 GMT
Whispering, it spoke to me,
telling me of the sights it had seen
on its journey to the place I was at,
the seas it had crossed and places it had been.
It was gentle, but I knew
of its presence so not quite as calm
as it can be when at its best.
At its worst it is able to cause real harm.
On this day as it told its tale
I listened intently and, in my mind,
saw everything it was able to do,
everything, from so cruel to so kind.
I really knew all of it before,
but, with time, the memories fade.
Today it reminded me, and it also was that
I had time to listen so, attention, I paid.
JT
Author's Notes:
I'm not sure about this at all. I was trying to be imaginative, but I've never done that very well as I am just a stupid, fat troublemaker.
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Post by alex on Oct 8, 2011 1:41:02 GMT
Whispering, it spoke to me, telling me of the sights it had seen on its journey to the place I was at, the seas it had crossed and places it had been. It was gentle, but I knew of its presence so not quite as calm as it can be when at its best. At its worst it is able to cause real harm. On this day as it told its tale I listened intently and, in my mind, saw everything it was able to do, everything, from so cruel to so kind. I really knew all of it before, but, with time, the memories fade. Today it reminded me, and it also was that I had time to listen so, attention, I paid. JT Author's Notes: I'm not sure about this at all. I was trying to be imaginative, but I've never done that very well as I am just a stupid, fat troublemaker. |
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Post by alex on Oct 8, 2011 1:43:23 GMT
WOW Jaydeetee... I have exalted you on your age - 111??
but I have to agree with you - you aren't imaginative and you most definitely are a a stupid, fat troublemaker.
Kudos to you !!
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Post by Daphne on Oct 8, 2011 11:05:04 GMT
I am a bit puzzled by this! If you are the "real" jaydeetee, then you are very welcome to the website and I shall try and extend maximum courtesy towards you. If you can give me some evidence that you are in fact "real" then I am doubly pleased to have you onboard. However, on the other hand, if some mischevious soul has borrowed your pen-name, then I am amused - if the "real" jaydeetee can prove this, then I shall amend the false jaydeetee's pen-name. We shall see.
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Post by alex on Oct 8, 2011 12:40:56 GMT
SURELY there can't be more than one jaydeetee...??
Ugh, I suddenly feel quite nauseous !!
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Post by Daphne on Oct 8, 2011 16:54:04 GMT
I am waiting to see if this is the real one or someone taking the p*ss.
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Jay
Important Member
pic of me after losing 52 stone with 'Slimming World'. Looking FIT, don't you think?
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Post by Jay on Oct 8, 2011 20:09:37 GMT
Please tell me what you think of this one; I think it's one of my best.
Just wait and see
When it comes you will know all you must,
because you have been working towards it,
maybe not consciously, but you have been
and, when it comes, you will be fit.
You will be ready to proceed with it
because it will be what is meant to be.
It will have been set down for your life.
You're not sure of that? Just wait and see.
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Post by alex on Oct 8, 2011 20:27:00 GMT
One of your best? What the hell is it about?
Oh hell... perhaps you should just give up now!
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Post by alex on Oct 9, 2011 1:06:47 GMT
Lovin' your photo Jaydeetee. It's put me off eating Big Mac's, sausage rolls, cream doughnuts, crisps.. in fact, anything... ever again!
From this day on, I am eating nothing but goat food.
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Post by celticgulf on Nov 1, 2014 3:09:43 GMT
Just a quick question for Daphne..........what has happened to work stored on the old site ? Has Greg now disappeared for good.
Thanks for some light on this.
Regards Celticgulf
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Post by Daphne on Nov 3, 2014 23:08:06 GMT
I have no idea. I assume the old site has gone down the toilet. But things never disappear online - any old items will still exist.
Somewhere.....
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Post by lalalinzi on Mar 25, 2015 19:36:51 GMT
Mind Sculptress
The wilderness of my mind, Thoughts race, a whirlwind now begins. A vast expanse of anything, Imagination the puppet, me the strings.
To believe is a simple notion, Exercising the right to concede. Plenty of nowhere’s and nothing’s, And the little bits caught in-between.
Tutoring it in fads and fancies, Deciding what whims I may care. Focusing on what makes things right, No artist could ever compare.
Flippant it seems as I guide it, As I sail through the shallows of focusing thought. Refurbish my matter, rebuild it, Introduce each new thing I’ve been taught.
Escort my mind through a maze of “why”, Hunger for knowledge unbound. Nurture it, feed it, encourage it to grow, Alienating it from shallow ground.
Exercising the ability of recall. Concentration the tool of my works. The ability to see with my eyes closed, Helps me picture and feel past hurts.
As I soldier on through the maze in my mind, As I have expanded myself, I can see. In the midst of everything, nothing and something, Turn the cogs in the wheel that is me.
By Lindsay Kelly
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