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Posted by tomWYO Man In The Dollar Store Kind of different, the place was not overrun one could walk the aisles, stop and look and not get run over or pushed toward the end yeah I was in the dollar store Saw a tan Camel hair coat, heavy with epaulets, double breasted and the man had on a suit and tie odd for he had blonde hair Heard him speak so I looked twice remember when those coats were all the rage then I looked at his shoes and socks shoes to me, tell the real story Unpolished low-quarters alien to polish right one was turned over and the heel really worn left one had a tear from where the laces go down to the sole Laces were replacements, not recently bought followed him for three aisles as a basket he was carrying plain blue socks, tops all stretched trouser leg bottoms worm and frayed Great big watch, hands calloused and grime worn in fingernails all chewed to the nub pulled out his wallet, it had his change too paid for his purchases and was gone Stood and reviewed what I had seen thinking and wondering about this dressed up Sunday shopping man in the Camel hair coat. tomWYO, 021412	Misc.
Comment on this poem	Misc.
Date: 15 Feb 2012 Tom, I am wondering what a camel would have thought of this coat. A reminder of an age gone by. But at least he was warm and cosy. ***** CPD
Date: 15 Feb 2012 A very fine description of what you saw and you put the reader right in that place, enjoyed arnal
Date: 16 Feb 2012 Tom, I am still wondering why it's strange that a man with blonde hair should wear a suit and tie and camel hair coat! Notwithstanding, it's a great observational write. norma.
Date: 16 Feb 2012 Oh, OK, his hair was more yellow, obviously dyed and was sort of moussed and you could tell his beard was dark. Normall you do not see people dressed like that. Most people who dress up like Sunday go to meeting do not have short dyed hair. That was the second thing that caught my eye after the camel hair coat . . . you have to remember I ain't so right pretty smart . . . tom

Posted by - Mystic Bluebell Abundant Looking into his eyes I wish feelings to share, From a touch of his hand I feel strength and care, His gentle sounding voice Brings comfort deep within And warm like summer sunshine Is the feel of his skin. There is a sweet sensation A real moment of bliss, When his lips merge into mine For the heartbeat of a kiss.	Valentine
Comment on this poem	Valentine
Date: 14 Feb 2012 A beautiful poem and a joy to read A wonderful expression of live DEA.
Date: 14 Feb 2012 Lovely, bless that kiss Mystic, thanks, william
Date: 15 Feb 2012 Lovely . . . tom
Date: 15 Feb 2012 Lovely MBb. There may be a follow up! ***** CPD
Date: 15 Feb 2012 Waht a wonderful poem about your beloved Enjoyed this LUV Doreenxxx
Date: 16 Feb 2012 Nice when you can get it Mystic! Not many are as lucky as you. norma.
Date: 16 Feb 2012 A beautiful tribute to your husband MMB. I sure he must have been very touched by your sentiments. Leni.
Date: 16 Feb 2012 A nice warm reflection on love,enjoyed arnal
Date: 23 Feb 2012 Mystic, it seems abundantly clear to me that love flows in your words, words meant only for your beloved, how he must feel when you read him your words. Only love that has been on going for years can be so lovely expressed by the poet. Your husband should be very proud of his poetry wife, whose love shines in every stanza of this read.....Roland........................

Posted by - Leni Thank You Dad Thank you Dad for keeping me warm when I was a baby newly born. You worked so hard in the shop all day to clothe and feed us many bills did you pay. A fool you never were with your hard earned money sixpence a week made us sibling bright and sunny. When you got old a holiday you craved I wish you had spent all the money you saved. Its eight years now you've left us sad and torn but as a child you are still keeping me warm. The central heating I now use more freely I love you dear Dad and miss you dearly. Dedicated to Leonard Charles Southwood Master Butcher. R.I.P. Highlighter My choice for Highlight Poem of the Week goes to Leni, for her heartfelt poem "Thank You Dad", what feeling her words gives to the reader, touched my heart, for it brought memories of late Mother and Father. Every word Leni wrote shows the love from memories she has for her late Father, Master Butcher Leonard Charles Southwood, will founded by her words. Every Daughter and Son should have this feeling for their parents, when one does as in Leni's poem, the love for them will always be in their heart, a true highlight Leni, one to truly be proud of, as I know you Dad must be as he looks down on his loving Daughter......................Roland.......	Sad
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Date: 14 Feb 2012 Thank you Leni. This is Wonderful. He is in my heart and mind every day. norma.
Date: 14 Feb 2012 Your joy is evident, your papa is so sorely missed, thanks, william
Date: 15 Feb 2012 A beautiful tribute. I am getting to that stage. Hope mine is as nice. ***** CPD
Date: 15 Feb 2012 Just lovely Leni Thank you Leni for sharing LUV Doreenxxx
Date: 15 Feb 2012 Beautiful, I just hope some day one of my children remember me and think that much of me to write something so sweet. Bravo, bravo. . . . tom
Date: 16 Feb 2012 Claude, I often recall a poem that you wrote about your own father. It was so sad, but as beautiful as this. God Bless all good fathers. norma. Posted by Claude Peter Dhuet DEAR DAD Its on Father’s Day, that 1 think of you most- The memory of you dwells in my mind like a ghost- Whom once I knew a long time ago- The images of you come, and the images go. The reality of your leaving us, still boggles our minds- For you were only forty two, still in your prime- When God called you home, I guess he knew best- Its not for us humans, for him to contest. He called you to protect you, from suffering and pain- From the fast growing tumor, that infected your brain, But the pain that we suffer from your going away- Will last until we take our last breath, on our very last day. The thing that hurts most, is that I couldn’t bid you goodbye- At the time that you left us, I was up in the sky- Fighting to protect all the ones you loved best- And all of the others, in the same country they dwelt. For we were at war, It was called World War two- Too many miles separated, both me and you- For me to come back, and see you laid to rest- Best to keep fighting, and eliminate the threat. Once in a while I dream that you’re still alive- Waiting to greet me, from my battles in the sky- I show you the ribbons, pinned on my uniform- And tell you "Dad its great to be welcomed back home". Claude Peter Dhuet Ex-Sgt. WWII USAF June 2006
Date: 18 Feb 2012 Simply beautiful and moving poem, Leni. Even if we grow to age 100, still we miss our Dad's (parents) so much, don't we my friend. Thank you. Mystic Bluebell
Date: 18 Feb 2012 Claude, great one, I salute you both for your great writing. . . tom
Date: 19 Feb 2012 It is a good poem Leni and Highlighter of the week was a just reward. Thank you, Alan

Posted by - tomWYO She Stood in Awe Dripping the eaves, water a flowing wet and sloshy the fresh damp snow sun so bright no clouds about we stood looking and watch blue jays eat Quickly they flew away, something amiss then a creature into the feedbox jumped scroungey young coyote it was out scavenging and scouring for its next meal We quietly stood eyes so large it began to eat the grain birdseed and peanuts in the shell hungrily and ravished it seemed It looked about, kept on eating stopped, scratched, ate some snow resumed eating finally it stopped, looked about jumped down and ran off behind the barn She squealed with delight her heart racing nothing like this had she seen before me I just grinned and held her tight what a sight on a dull February day tomWYO, 021312 This actually happened this afternoon. Lots of critters come to the feed box but it is the first time for a coyote. . tom	Misc.
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Date: 14 Feb 2012 It must have been quite a sight Tom. Thanks for sharing your experience. The poor creature must have been starving. norma.
Date: 14 Feb 2012 Good for your guest tom, and good for your coyote, a tale worth telling, thanks, william
Date: 16 Feb 2012 You are lycky Tom,I would have loved to see this,keep that feeding station well supplied! Leni.
Date: 18 Feb 2012 Such a lovely experience, I'm sure for you as well as for the animal. Same happened in past here with a beautiful fox, I never could see one so close before or after. Thank you for a fine read. Mystic Bluebell

Posted by - DEA The Butterfly The warm rays of the Summer sun fell on her fragile frame, Her dress of white and palest pink still damp from early rain; I dare not move for fear that though my feet were lightly shod, Her gentle sleep might be disturbed by steps so gently trod. Then nature's fragile wind contrived to lift her to the sky, And whisk her off and out of sight - that lady butterfly; But she returned to be reborn, from nature's clouds of time, For you are that dear butterfly - My Darling Valentine!	Valentine
Comment on this poem	Valentine
Date: 14 Feb 2012 Fantastic lines, such a novel approach, bravo, bravo. . . . tom
Date: 14 Feb 2012 Wow DEA, perhaps I too should look out for a butterfly to be my val, but I don't know if I would be as lucky as you. Thanks, a very good one to start the day with. Lucho.
Date: 14 Feb 2012 David, this is one of the most beautiful and moving poems for a Valentine I ever read. A marvelous token of love. Thank you for this precious read. Mystic Bluebell
Date: 14 Feb 2012 Delightful DEA, delightful. thanks william
Date: 15 Feb 2012 Yes a different approach but a lovely Valentines poem Thanks David LUV Doreenxxx

Posted by - Doreen My Valentine Teenagers today go crazy And cards cost far too much Well it is Valentine’s Day And shops think we are all a soft touch But no matter what I really say As I do think it is commercial I would love a card and flowers If hubbies money would allow What about a chauffeur driven limo With hubby dressed to the nines A lovely bouquet of roses And a couple of bottles of wine Look! I know this will not happen But yet I can have my dreams So I will never put him in the dog-house Now that would be extreme If I get “I love you” and a kiss I would be delighted Well it’s free and better than flowers And I would get all excited. Doreenxxxx . PS I do get a card LOL This is only fun	Humour
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Date: 12 Feb 2012 Only one comment Doreen, this poem is delightful. ***** CPD
Date: 13 Feb 2012 A very cute poem hope things go well,enjoyed arnal
Date: 13 Feb 2012 You can keep your posh cars and the soppy words! its flowers for me that makes my day.Leni.
Date: 12 Feb 2012 Yes Doreen, val is around the corner, and I so much adore how it's being celebrated over there in the west, yea flowers and cards are quite appreciated, unlike down here in Africa(especially in Nigeria) where your girl friend or wife would prefer a blackberry Porsche or something flashy. Thanks Doreen, it's quite a good one. Lucho.
Date: 13 Feb 2012 A triumph Doreen. Loved it! Today I was shopping in Poulton-le-Fylde, the shops were selling a single red rose in cellophane and a bit of red ribbon for £4!!!! Last week, it was possible to buy a dozen for £2.50. Saint Valentine will be turning in his grave. norma.
Date: 13 Feb 2012 Love it, Doreen! Mind you, two bottles of wine might hamper things a little! DEA.
Date: 14 Feb 2012 This is sweet Doreen and I so enjoyed reading it - and weaving my own thoughts. Thank you. Mystic Bluebell
Date: 14 Feb 2012 A cheerful ditty Doreen, I would wish for you! Thanks, william

Posted by - Richard Rydon Prayer A crystal cube of sugary light Softened the golden hair of Mary. Brittle shadows cast the form Of features calm and beautiful. Music, velvety smooth, floated Through the nightly air. Blissful state, almost too much To sing about, made the choir practice. A note was struck, and All piped up warmly. Melting candles flickered— One went out. An old woman puffed and panted, Grubbed for tuppence, Shoved it in the metallic slot, Picked another candle, lit it, Bent an arthritic knee, Whispered something, And crutched out of the way. I was glad she was gone— I could pray again!	Conflict
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Date: 13 Feb 2012 Prayer something done in private, enjoyed arnal
Date: 12 Feb 2012 Imagery! Imagery!! Imagery!!! Yes you can't imagine what imagery could do to a piece, hmmm makes you see everything as if you are watching it from a tv screen. Thanks for sharing Richard. Lucho.
Date: 13 Feb 2012 I felt so sorry for this poor old lady,was she lighting a candle for a lost son or husband i wonder? Leni
Date: 13 Feb 2012 I liked your poem Richard and I do understand you like to be private when you say prayers but I also feel sorry for the old lady she must be lighting candles for her loved ones. When I go away I too go in a church, cathedral etc and always light a candle for my long lost son It gives me Peace. Thank you doreenxxx
Date: 13 Feb 2012 I always take things very literally Richard. Loved this, and saw the writer distracted from prayer by the sight of this elderly lady...I share Leni's thoughts that she was lighting a candle for a loved one. norma.
Date: 14 Feb 2012 Made me smile as I too was there with you in the serenity of the event. Good write . . . tom
Date: 14 Feb 2012 Pray for everyone and the old women, thanks, william
Date: 16 Feb 2012 Indeed! I did feel guilty for my attitude, which should have been more compassionate. Richard Rydon

Posted by - tomWYO Another Human Form so nondescript he was, just a normal working man club foot with left shoe built up slowly washing store front windows always dour, never singing but then he saw a butterfly oh how he began to smile bringing back memories of old when the world was warm and not so bold finished one moved down the street doffing his hat to all the ladies he did meet saying nothing to anyone still smiling and looking for that lone butterfly 021012	Misc.
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Date: 11 Feb 2012 A rather unique corollary Tom. One's attitude can certainly make a difference. Well put. ***** CPD
Date: 12 Feb 2012 You don't come across too many poems about a club foot or about a man 'doffing his hat to all the ladies', nowadays. But that's what makes this poem unique and quaint at the same time. Memorable! And Human, TomWYO. richardrydon
Date: 13 Feb 2012 Some many good things in this world to make us smile, enjoyed arnal
Date: 13 Feb 2012 Well it certainly works that way for me too,seeing some wonder of nature can put us in a happy state of mind. Leni
Date: 13 Feb 2012 I think it was Mark Twain who said, "A man who does not love nature is a disappointment to me, I am inclined to mis-trust him." Nature is a wonderful healer, and a great divider of the great from the grim! Nice one Tom. Norma.
Date: 13 Feb 2012 I liked your poem and it does provoke one to think on the picture painted by your words. DEA.
Date: 14 Feb 2012 A wonderful song, your words sing true, thanks william

Posted by - tomWYO Thoughts and wondering When I sit to write how does my head work do I tune in a specific part of my old muddled brain or do I look about, bring forth some new smile as remembrances flow through my head just type some random words? Do a rhyming option I call up, my own metronome or do I just set down some words as they come to me sing-song and varying, flowing in my brain but alas when others read the words, what a mess they are? Put them down, tell my story so concise all the while in my head, things flow so nice but alas it does not to others, seem to be as to me they shake their head in wonderment at this raving old fool. tomWYO, 021012	Misc.
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Date: 10 Feb 2012 A cute one Tom, enjoyed arnal
Date: 10 Feb 2012 In any case Tom, you certainly got my attention. No, not the wonderings of an old fool but always pleasant words to read.. I always enjoy. ***** CPD
Date: 10 Feb 2012 Tom, the same muddled thoughts pass my old brain all the time, you put it nicely into words. I wish that my "muse" would return, but it has sadly deserted me...for what it was. Keep on smiling and writing my friend. norma.

Posted by - Lucho POETRY IS... Poetry is the voice That speaks from within To the ears That's willing to listen Poetry is the thought Nurtured in the mind And brought to light In a way of a kind Poetry is fear Unexpressed And left to die In hearts that could have talked Poetry is nature In various forms Sometimes it's like lecture On worldly norms Poetry is the meaning Behind the meaning With indepth clue Beyond the ordinary view Poetry is the voice Of the voiceless Where lies good choice For the choiceless Poetry is the mirror For the faceless A free gift of nature But hiddenly priceless Poetry is the message In a cock's crow But few is the percentage Of those that know Poetry is the pitter-patter Of the rain Not just the rain data We obtain Poetry is the love language We speak Even if we've come of age Or are at our peak Poetry is the words of the world For the young and old Not just a tale That needs to be told. Lucho. Highlighter My choice for Highlight of the Week goes to Lucho once again for his poem "Poetry Is" talk about hitting the nail right on the head he certainly does with his words, spot on and every stanza, made me think for a second, and I agree with all his thoughts, indeed Lucho poetry is a language all onto it's own, it brings ones ideas into focus by the stanzas one uses, whether rhymes or not, it's the message it conveys in prose that makes the reader take notice. You say it in with a clarity this poet understands from beginning to end, thanks Lucho for your thoughts..............Roland......	Inspirational
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Date: 09 Feb 2012 Poetry is what you have written Lucho Enjoyed your words, Poetry can be anything you want it to be. Thanks LUV doreenxxx
Date: 10 Feb 2012 Hmmm, Wow, your definition of poetry is a far cry from what I consider it and what it is to me. To me a poem is a short and easy way to tell a story of any ilk. They usually flow and sometimes rhyme and just reflect in a short form what one thinks, feels and what their brain's spill forth to their waiting and obedient fingers. Liked your view . . . tom
Date: 10 Feb 2012 A very wonderful poem and nice thoughts on what poetry is, arnal
Date: 10 Feb 2012 To put it briefly, poetry represents a lot of varied emotions. Well done. ***** CPD
Date: 13 Feb 2012 Poetry is whatever the writer wants it to be . . . its the reader who decides weather its good or bad,and yours was a good one! Leni.

Posted by - Delta Blue Both Sides I’m tired of being ‘serviced’ By this politician horde That listens only to itself While we are still ignored Aware of where they take us As they lead us to the fall Collapse is not a bad thing When you’ve plenty after all Asking for our sacrifice And understanding too Since they can’t fix a thing But they will spend a lot for you Oh see them pose so proper As they patronize the rest In towers made of ivory With nothing but the best Delta Blue	Misc.
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Date: 09 Feb 2012 Well said Russell! I still can't get over the wickedness of so many of our "trusted" politicians fiddling their expenses some time ago. Shame on them all. norma.
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Your last four lines are spot on Delta Blue.Leni
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Couldn't say it better Russell. Almost comical if it wasn't such a serious matter. Enjoyed. ***** CPD
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Just to say if it is any consolation all governments are the same You said it well russell Luv doreenxxx
Date: 09 Feb 2012 This is part of the things that prompted me to writing a poem titled 'In my home of green- white-green. Thanks DB, I can imagine the mood in which you were while writing this poem. Lucho.
Date: 10 Feb 2012 Your sentiments and those of many others are well expressed in this poem. DEA.

Posted by - tomWYO Another Morning Cold the morning, seven degrees walking along Mozart playing no wind or breeze, odd thing smiling as I greet a new day Big old blue sky abounds so bright the rising sun just me and the world ambling along Problems, aches, pains and all others now held in abeyance going to be another great day alive and walking, all seems OK What will this new day bring about a mile home fresh cup of coffee pick up the pace Breathing clean air not a worry for now wishing all could be walking with me hope you too enjoyed your day tomWYO, 020812	Misc.
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Date: 09 Feb 2012 You make the best of simple things certainly Tom. (My day would be better if I were a little warmer!) norma.
Date: 09 Feb 2012 I like hearing about the way you start your day Tom, very different to mine I must say, lucky you! Leni
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Thermometer at 68 degrees here in S. Calif., sun ablaze. I know I should be out walking but I am lazing out today. Bully for you Tom for your ambitious walk. An enjoyable poem. ***** CPD
Date: 13 Feb 2012 With such poems you really make even the reader's morning Tom, thank you. Mystic Bluebell
Date: 14 Feb 2012 Thank you all for your nice and kind words. When I first began to write I was told to only write about what I know. I do not like to just try and use odd words with umpteen adjectives; I prefer to try and just write in simple words what I see in my own little area. Again thanks . . . . tom

Posted by - Doreen Winter draws on I wear my woolly hat and my fleecy scarf and gloves All of these I wore last year but they are the ones I love I take my coat from the cupboard wearing my thermal underwear No more summer clothing No wonder people stare I must look a right sight for I also wear my wellies I know I'm not the height of fashion and certainly no beauty So I cannot wait to discard All my winter wear Then I can go out free and easy without a single care. Just a humourous look of how I dress for our cold weather	Winter Competition
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Date: 08 Feb 2012 Love it Doreen. My Winter wardrobe sounds the same as yours! Never mind, April and her showers of flowers will soon be here. Norma.
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Oh how I understand what you are saying here Doreen,it fits me to a tee, nice one. Leni
Date: 09 Feb 2012 My T-shirt feels just fine Doreen. I think I will remove my shoes and enjoy the feel of the fresh crop of grass. Oh well, we can't all fit in S. Calif., although it seems people are trying to. But comes summer we will be wishing for a bit of your cool weather. You can't have it all. ***** CPD
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Like the title Doreen.Your poem is a reminder that when one reaches the Autumn or Winter of one's life, it's time to be practical and sensible when deciding what to wear! DEA.
Date: 10 Feb 2012 Smiled again as I re read it, oh so true. Good short and sweet and to the point. . . . tom
Date: 13 Feb 2012 In deed Doreen, that is what Winter looks like, when only a red nose and the watering eyes look out of layers and furs when we get out. Very good poem, thank you. Mystic Bluebell
Date: 03 Mar 2012 Doreen your words make me feel cold, but as I read along your lines, I got warmed up, nice one my friend..............

Posted by - Delta Blue Inside Inside the land of choices made, Inside the land of prices paid. Inside the land of things I've sown, There lives a truth I've always known. Inside a time when I was lost, Inside a time with such a cost. Inside a time when all was wrong, I learned that you must sing your song. Inside a world I can't ignore, Inside a world I still deplore. Inside a world too full of sad, I'll fall while giving all I had. Delta Blue	Sad
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Date: 06 Feb 2012 Good rhyme and rhythm, hmmm! I love the flow DB. Lucho.
Date: 07 Feb 2012 A bit pessimistic DB but possibly there is truth in your perfect rhyme and rhythm. I do like this creation. ***** CPDhuet
Date: 08 Feb 2012 A very serious thought full of encouragement, arnal
Date: 08 Feb 2012 You sing a very sad song DB, but I appreciate your music. norma.
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Love reading your poems Delta Blue, I wish you comfort and send you good thoughts my friend. Leni
Date: 11 Feb 2012 Words that could be taken by a lot as their credo . . . liked your message, so much said in those few lines . . . tom
Date: 13 Feb 2012 Sad and deep with a strong message, which may be blessed. Thank you. Mystic Bluebell
Date: 19 Feb 2012 Nice rhythm and, yes, sadness and some despair but also with a hint of hope! DEA.

Posted by - Lucho In the shelter of your heart (For my fiancée, Amina) In the shelter of your heart My flag of love wags As I spread out our love mat What else better tags? Therein I lie undoubtedly Dreaming undreamt dreams Professing my love outspokenly As we explore in our own realm In the shelter of your heart I feel the painful pleasure of cupid's strike As it pierces deep into my heart A moment I'll always like Did you get the slightest clue That therein I'd remain glued? Ensuring you never feel blue As our hearts remain twined? Together we shall sip our drink of love And ages upon ages our tale shall tell Of a couple whom were as gentle as dove Unshaken even by the strongest of gales In the shelter of your heart Lies a single path That leads to a homely home My home that's in your heart. Lucho.	Love
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Date: 06 Feb 2012 A very wonderful love poem feels like a beautiful flow, enjoyed arnal
Date: 06 Feb 2012 A truly wonderful love poem Keep happy Lucho Thank you LUV Doreenxxx
Date: 08 Feb 2012 Nice write, Valentine's Day is coming up Lucho. norma.
Date: 13 Feb 2012 A beautiful love poem Lucho and a precious gift for your Valentine. Thanks for sharing. Mystic Bluebell

Posted by - arnal Friends She gets out of bed in her tee shirt and panties it is seven o'clock in the morning the room partially dark and snatches the covers off me and says let's take a shower together, That is not happening I could regurgitate her whole history with men always the victim fishing for compliments too many hoops to jump through to be her lover, She playfully lets me know she is ready to be enjoyed but why should I take her through my routine to be my woman total submission to my authority and I do as I please, I tell her I'm going to my apartment to shower and shave and will be back to go to breakfast I'll pick up the tab, This is our paradise I sleep on her floor nightly and defend her even when she is wrong we spend most of the day together engaged in pleasant conversation capable of enjoying silence between us Any thing else would only end in bewilderment.	Misc.
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Date: 06 Feb 2012 A poem digested and understood. Thank you Arnal. Lucho.
Date: 07 Feb 2012 Nice thoughts...friends are best. norma.
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Oh, the thoughts and remembrances of love . . . cute and neat . . . good one . . . tom
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Beautiful sentiments in this excellent poem, thank you. Mystic Bluebell

Posted by - DEA The Library Row upon row of ancient books fill walls from floor-to-ceiling, On topics ranging far and wide from fiction to self-healing. The pungent leather bindings embossed with gold inlays, Swamp defenceless nostrils with historical bouquets. The armchair is also leather with a seat made smooth with time, By human seats with pedigrees more illustrious than mine! And so this precious library all leather brown and brindle, Is where I like to contemplate, whilst reading from my 'Kindle'!	Misc.
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Date: 05 Feb 2012 A good descriptive poem that gives one a mental picture of a library. Thank you DEA. Lucho
Date: 05 Feb 2012 I do like this David but I also have a kindle I use while I am travelling but at home I like real books I love looking around a library LOL Doreen
Date: 05 Feb 2012 A very well described poem, library great place to play, enjoyed arnal
Date: 06 Feb 2012 The library, truly a field of dreams....well said my friend Delta Blue
Date: 07 Feb 2012 The title drew me in immediately David. I love a library, and have a great one of my own! Your excellent little rhyme perfectly describes the dichotomy with which I struggle...I think my paper versions win hands down! Norma. Date: 08 Feb 2012 I agree with you about preferring paper to 'Kindle', Norma but I couldn't resist putting someone in that beautiful library with all its ancient riches and have him reading from a 'Kindle'!! DEA. Date: 09 Feb 2012 Well I did guess that your preference would match mine David! Putting the man with Kindle in the library was a great idea and makes an even better poem. norma.
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Nothing came take away the feel or the look of a real book, but I enjoyed your write never the less. Leni
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Your fine poem makes me dream of a little cottage with one big room as a library, the walls filled with bookshelves, the window looking out to the sea, only peace and silence around and all the day free for reading..... Thank you for this lovely word-painted picture. Mystic Bluebell Date: 10 Feb 2012 Very well said Mystic, could not agree more. Norma
Date: 12 Feb 2012 Only lived one place where I had my own room as a library, the old brick quarters on base. Three floor to ceiling book cases made by me and filled with my books along with a nice comfortable Lazy Boy and a light set for my reading. Alas it did not last long enough. The Library of Rhodes and recently a National Geographic on the Library of Congress made me drool. But with a big smile I say, I do not read a lot any more for I find it more fun to write stories, I like and my way. Alas no one else reads them. . . . good write . . tom

Posted by - Lucho In my home of green-white-green In my home of green-white-green Exists one of the greatest lands you've ever seen The greatest place many have ever been Truly blessed in white and green In my home of green-white-green With oil and agricultural resources she is blest But the majority only see it on the screen As our leaders chose to embark on selfish quests In my home of green-white-green In the face of crime-some have immunity We see it as they walk with impunity All we do is ponder upon this strange reality In my home of green-white-green The cart always precedes the horse Even in democracy there are elements of force Only by observing-we feel this subtly in our pulse In my home of green-white-green Do we suffer amidst abundance? Yet we smile in acceptance Like a class of people wallowing in reluctance.	Dark
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Date: 05 Feb 2012 Some thoughts to ponder on reality is not the same as a ideals, enjoyed arnal

Posted by - Lucho

In my home of green-white-green

In my home of green-white-green
Exists one of the greatest lands you've ever seen
The greatest place many have ever been
Truly blessed in white and green

In my home of green-white-green
With oil and agricultural resources she is blest
But the majority only see it on the screen
As our leaders chose to embark on selfish quests

In my home of green-white-green
In the face of crime-some have immunity
We see it as they walk with impunity
All we do is ponder upon this strange reality

In my home of green-white-green
The cart always precedes the horse
Even in democracy there are elements of force
Only by observing-we feel this subtly in our pulse

In my home of green-white-green
Do we suffer amidst abundance?
Yet we smile in acceptance
Like a class of people wallowing in reluctance.

Dark

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Date: 05 Feb 2012
Some thoughts to ponder on reality is not the same as a ideals, enjoyed arnal

Posted by - rider Postscript I sought the road of life and love in the springtime of my youth, where seasons full of summers held the mysteries of truth. A sojourn started from the soul with a letter from the heart, a saga sometimes very sweet and sometimes very tart. I turned my gaze up to the hills where autumn skies fell gray and fought the drifts of fallen snow on a freezing winter's day. My body bent against the wind in the dusk and fading light I left this postscript for the dawn disappearing in the night. Admin poem pick for February	Spiritual
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Date: 05 Feb 2012 A very well written poem. Like the rhythm and rhyme and above all, the thoughts and emotions it awakes. DEA.
Date: 06 Feb 2012 Yes, indeed a wonderful love poem, arnal
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Very good, good words and phraseology . . . tom
Date: 09 Feb 2012 Oh write on rider, write on, and right on! Delta Blue
Date: 09 Feb 2012 This is very beautiful, rider, and with the gentle rhythm really catching, thank you. Mystic Bluebell

Posted by - Doreen a silver punch Bowl My grandma had an old silver bowl Which finally was passed on to me where it came from no one knows For Grandma always said it was free, it was full of style, and a lovely shape Little cherubs adorned the edge At Christmas always full of punch Before it went back on the ledge I often think of all those folk who had such joyous times drinking and getting jolly when the silver bowl was in its prime I hardly use that silver bowl Don’t have the parties these days So I wonder what will happen Should I sell it, or give it away? Doreen 2012	Misc.
Comment on this poem	Misc.
Date: 03 Feb 2012 Don't sell it Doreen- it will lose its intrinsic value if you do. The tradition of its background will be lost. Surely there is someone among your acquaintances that would appreciate its history. We have a few items that will be passed on to our grandkids. It seems that everything now is made of plastic. ***** CPD
Date: 04 Feb 2012 No Doreen, selling it off is not a good idea, for such items are better kept for memorial purposes. A good poem, and that's what creative writers do, yes they can write creatively on anything. Thank you. Lucho.
Date: 05 Feb 2012 Doreen - Do not sell. It's sentimental value far outweighs any other. Hang on to it and imagine the stories it can tell! DEA.
Date: 06 Feb 2012 A lovely poem full of melancholy. Take good care of it Doreen. Don't ever give it away! Treasure it and try to create a situation where it will be used again. It is such a shame if it can never experience its former glory. What you could do is take it to the antiques road show to find out what it's worth. Then they will also be able to tell you everything about its history. It is something that needs love and attention. Even lifeless things have got character and this punch bowl certainly is proof of that. Berry
Date: 07 Feb 2012 Sounds lovely Doreen...a family heirloom. (Don't get rid of it - unless you send it my way! ) norma.

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