21-07-2011, 08:43 PM
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Originally Posted by Tinman
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I know there has to be a few poets here, you show me yours, and I`ll show you mine...lol when I do write it seems its always this sad pathetic stuff..I`m not a sad guy! its my fav" maybe its the emotion it creates for us, or maybe somewhere inside we believe we have never healed enough.[I don`t believe that] bright or dark, love or hate I d like to read you.
I used to write poetry but haven't for some time. I look forward to seeing some of your work if you would care to share it with us
21-07-2011, 08:49 PM
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Hi annie..I think most music was born from the blues" too.I have a friend that writes Haiku Eileen, never tried it but I like it.
hey Jemflux I have a spooky kind of story, but you`d have to re-write it to make it worth anything, you just say the word and i`ll give it to you...lol
Hi mags..thanks for getting in here. i`ll stick something on here, hope I don`t bore you all.
21-07-2011, 09:01 PM
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I`ll bet we all have lost someone at sometime, I`m really not much of a writer, but it is a passion for me. here goes! lollosing someone after 36 yrs, its hard to find air" its hard to rise"
Recluse
I met someone with no hearing..
She placed Her hand upon My guitar,
a hand upon my throat.
She smiled at the silly songs,
and as I went on, steadied Her touch,
and the music played on.
Though sorrow floats between hand and Souls
there is no mourning.
She understood, as it came to and end...
tomorrow`s ash...
The scent only wanders in my mind
not the halls and rooms where once prevalent...She is not there.
but the music, the music rises.
I felt the cool eagerness, and rhythm of Her touch
hopelessly listening as She.. and would redeem nothing more.
I lay flat and still upon the ground,
in that time that was not measured or counted
I misplaced the language, not hearing another man`s words.
The hungry light stings paled eyes,
and the music..the music plays on.
22-07-2011, 06:12 PM
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The ladies love poetry Tinman so you're alright there, you'll never be short of admirers writing like that. I could never be a critic one way or the other but I remember what Brendan Behan the Irish playwright said. "Critics are like eunochs, they see it being done, they know how it's done, but they can't do it." I think that has helped a lot of writers to keep at it.|
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