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Done, thanks Bob.

Touchy topic. :) But if you love a woman then putting the line on or off doesn't matter. We are attracted like opposite poles of a magnet to each other. The need overpoweringly strong as witness by octogenarian billionaires marrying again and again ad infinitum . Brave new world writing to touch suc...

Your love of birds coming out in another poem, Bob. As child they were the only feathered friends I knew. We had a birdbath and I fed them crusts of bread and watched from behind the dining room glass window. Not so prevalent these days, their habitat squeezed somewhat by other species that thrive b...

Man listens to the arguments God does not care about the fate of the innocents. That He is impartial to the evil done under the sun. Man found it hard to see children cut off from the land of the living to hear the wail of despair from the mothers the cry for revenge from the fathers They prayed for...

Thanks Friends
Sadly, I think we are all in the same boat of suffering.

Thanks Billy.

Evocative,
It's true.
Desperate men can turn around
Well done, Billy.

Cheers Bob, the season yet to begin. You are welcome
but no alcohol.

My wife has terminal cancer, not a good year.

‘Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-coloured snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words ...

Michael, Please excuse me, I thought it was obvious
that you were the most productive as regards critiques.
I can see that it might have impacted you, Bob
and also Billy. My apologies follow.

I appreciate you trying to keep this forum open, Bob.
It is good of you.

No one makes any decent critiques in the poetry world anymore. It is all about saying
something nice no mind how bad the poem is. I've yet to see one decent review from
anyone since Bernie disappeared.

I've known him for a decade or so through his writing. His work never moved me enough to critique But he was noticed He stuck to his own style and he was and is persistent. I can and do respect that. One of my great poet friends said of him, 'He is my friend.' and that was the oak-leaf cluster the d...

:0) Ta very much.

' . . . the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear . . . For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way . . .' Lyrics of...

Well said, Michael, a fitting reply to my post.

Usually, about this time of the month, Michael has an input.
I am wondering if he has forgotten again, or maybe he's given up.
I hope not as I have had a wonderful time on here for a decade or more.

X-rays reveal poles thrust up his spine, the poles dating from the Dark Ages. [X-rays revel poles stuck up his spine, poles dating from the Dark Ages] His lower jaw is missing, stolen and ground, perhaps, to a fine powder and sold to Chinese traders. [Lower jaw missing, ground to a fine powder, sold...

Yes, it occurred to me also, a figure of darkness.
Thanks, Bob.

The Rat Pack of Seven A million drops of drizzled rain shine glistening on my coat - reflecting the light from the flash, surrounded by a group of friends Exams over, wearing my grey coat over an Italian cut suit open at the top showing shirt and tie. Bobby, well into his cups, grinning his hand on ...

That is upsetting, Bob, to lose all. My commiserations.
I am in the process of putting all documents and photographs onto my private Facebook page.

s1. We’ve crossed [over] the border into a far-off country. I like the theme of the poem, Bob, you bring a fresh eye to a common problem - decluttering. I've been engaged in such an activity for some time. But I could never give away my collection of books, files, articles, writing, random thoughts ...

I'll get round when this hot weather is over to editing Bob, I think I will cut those stanzas you suggest. Many thanks.

Haha, you must have met Miss Jones, Bob. Well done. You've made a poem of it.