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Gnome Alone (posted on: 26-12-14)
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I live at the end of a garden, In a home that is just okay. Staring often at four walls, Night follows night; day follows day. Selling myself short in many ways. Principles and support for others became my self-erected prison. Drifting in thought, maybe for real. Living in a mixed up world, A square gnome in a round hole, Rarely understood, since birth. Maybe it's me, do I read it wrong? I reach out; there's nothing to grasp. I cry, why, no one sees the pools. I shout out loud; it falls on deaf ears. Is it all in vain, destiny, or no avail. Am I really just a gnome alone?
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Tis with much regret as I board the ship for foreign lands by Munster (posted on: 15-12-14)
On this Eve, we can reflect!

Standing on the ship we all look like boys, but we must hold our heads high and act like men, it's so hard... Looking back at you in the huge crowd below, no words spoken, the anguish on your face tells it all. I wave goodbye till tomorrow, realising as with the setting sun, that tomorrow may just never come. Don't get me wrong I am well aware of why I'm going, I am truly amongst equals. It's the thought of never ever again in this life, seeing you. How many have left these shores before sharing those eerie thoughts? We have grown so fond of our homeland to which we may never return. Amongst spirited souls we try not to quiver whilst hiding our fear, as we say to each other, 'It's all in a good cause and has to be done'. It's toward an army of like minded men we move, singing songs along the road. They raise our spirits and remind us of home. Maybe we could have a game of footie, us against the foes? How strange would that be! But on the front all is forgotten, we are at the business end of a human war machine. So tomorrow we go over the top into the unknown, will this be the last sunset and sunrise before my very tired eyes? As we go into battle its not the faces of our enemy I see, but still images of you and me. Days spent in trenches, shell shocked by day and by night, no let up, goodbye for now, its time to go. To breathe our last breath in some strange land, we fall and lay in a pool of blood. The colour of the poppy, it's where I will spend my last, amongst those fields of wild flowers. Till one day far away, in the cotton clouds or the starlit sky, we will meet again. That day for me will come all too soon; live your life to the full, for I can wait awhile longer for that moment, to spend life ever after with you. But in the meantime with all my comrades in our last stand, we can salute and give every man, woman and child, freedom for you all.
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Birth Day (posted on: 11-04-14)
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It's here, the day they mark my birth. Family and friends scurry to town to fill the coffers of card shop owners. Why should we feel driven to this? Is it to make me feel good or they? Three hundred and sixty four and leap to five less than pleasant times all made good in one. Why... so tell me why, do we have to play out this farce? For me it merely marks the passing , thoughts come to call, memories ebb and flow, but they never hide. Time, they say, is a great healer... for whom, dare I question? Should I just play the game, smile and show falsity to all? The clock ticks, ticks... I wait, wait...
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stormwolf on 12-04-2014
Birth Day
Hi Munster
I think birthdays mean different things to different people depending on many things...not least the years attained.
After a certain age they are like war wounds lol
Enjoyed reading your thoughts.

Alison x

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Hi Alison

Many thanks for your comment, I have been absent for sometime.

Kipper on 14-04-2014
Birth Day
Birthdays are just one of many markers of our progress through our lives. Meaningless within the animal kingdom and of little value I suspect in parts of the 'undeveloped' world. But to us in the so called 'developed' word they become, increasingly with the passing years, almost a status symbol.
Your poem suggests that you do not feel part of this way of thinking. Perhaps it's an age thing. I myself am keenly awaiting my Eightieth later this year. War wounds Alison says (with tongue in cheek) badge of honour I say. But I concede to your premiss that most of the time it doesn't matter, for come what may the clock ticks, ticks...whether we are aware of it or not.
Interesting read, Michael.
Michael

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Why (posted on: 02-12-11)
Speedo, above all, a family man...

So talented, so young Your work had just begun Records fill a great career A role model in many ways A gift, creating gifts Life at times so ruthless Cut short from all you love And those who dearly love you Your talents now on the other side There amongst a noble team Great names from your beloved sport Missed by so many God giveth and god taketh away Discursive reason, we may never know One day maybe? For we will all make that trip From our tomorrow Until that moment in time May you the finest rest in peace We wish you all endless love
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Kat on 02-12-2011
Why
Hi, a very fine tribute poem - lovely words and sentiment. ? a word missing in the penultimate line.

This is a very interesting and tragic case and makes for a handful of football players/managers at professional level that I've heard of in the last couple of years who've been suffering from depression and taken their own lives.

Suicide is very close to my heart owing to my previous job (though still ongoing in many ways) as a mental health nurse. I write a lot about depression and am always devastated to hear when people take their own lives, and have sadly witnessed this with patients and colleagues.

Sometimes it's for psychotic reasons when not very much could be done to help the person, but too often, there are things that could have helped someone, if only they felt they could talk about their problems... shame at feeling so desperate is a big problem, but it's human to feel desperate at times.

Kat

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Hi Kat, only replying now, my Mother is very ill.
The second , yeah the last line, I thought about this a lot, I wanted it to be slightly different.
As you might know I live in Ireland, we have one of the highest suicide rates in Europe.

Thanks for your comment

stormwolf on 04-12-2011
Why
Hi Munster
A very heart felt poem expressing the loss of one who by all accounts was a very special person (although the loss of anyone through suicide is very tragic)
Well done
Alison x

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Hi Alison, many thanks for your comment, sorry for the delay in replying my Mother is very sick at the moment so in and out of the hospital.
Suicide is something I feel we will nevr truly understand.

Andrea on 19-01-2012
Why
Just seen this - a great tribute poem. I see his friend has just been appointed to his post, with understandably mixed feelings on his part.

Author's Reply:
Hi Andrea sorry for only getting back to your comments, I feel sometimes the cries are staring us in the face, often too late before we realise...

Thanks for your comments.


Only the brave pick the best fruit (posted on: 18-11-11)
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I wandered into an orchard this autumn day, the wind has blown so much recently. The ground had become a red and green carpet, there were bad apples lying all around. Some big, some small, the wind didn't differentiate at all. But up in the branches there was still fruit to bear. And up towards the very top of the tree, there was the brightest apple looking down. Dare I climb to the top and pick it just for me? She cried out 'I want to be picked, please, please come and get me'. The decision was done and climbing had begun. She looked down with small glee, her heart in her mouth, frightened. She was worried for me as I climbed up the tree. I pulled her gently from the branch and clutched her firmly in my hand. You should see her smile and without a doubt she was as happy as could be. It sure was worth the time and risk to rescue that little red pippin, who now means so much to me.
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stormwolf on 18-11-2011
Only the brave pick the best fruit
A cheery little poem with a message there somewhere. I would have set it out more uniformly but that's me and you are you.
Hope you have not scoffed your little pippin by now.
Alison x

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Hi Alison, I was going through some old work and came across it, I took account of comments and edited the piece.

Great to here from you.

Ionicus on 18-11-2011
Only the brave pick the best fruit
A sweet little poem. Methinks that the apple is simply a metaphor.
One wee niggle: without is a single word.

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Many thanks for taking the time to read and comment, missed the typo.

Toby

Capricorn on 18-11-2011
Only the brave pick the best fruit
Enjoyed the read. The beginning somehow made me think of Eve being tempted to eat the apple.
Eira

Author's Reply:
Hi very much so, we all see different things within poems.

Thanks for reading the piece, and comments too


Change is inevitable (posted on: 11-11-11)
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Never the twain Nothing remains Shifting sands Passing clouds Night and day Constant movement Busy lives Never look back. Forsaking all reference Onwards and upwards Past has passed Me and mine Till death do us part? Inevitable I suppose
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e-griff on 11-11-2011
Change is inevitable
once again, I find myself thinking the same thoughts as I did with TheBigBadG and deziner.

Am I a crusty, repetitive old moaner? Possibly 🙂

but I mean well .... JohnG

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Comments are always great to recieve, it helps focus and hopefully helps one improve

Thanks muchly

ifyouplease on 12-11-2011
Change is inevitable
how can cycle of change/s change? it cannot - change after change surprise after surprise till nothing is separated from nothing.

Author's Reply:
Hi, thanks for taking the time to comment, the piece was based on sanity, its the one thing I think we all hope, that we arrive at the end of our days compos mentis.

stormwolf on 17-11-2011
Change is inevitable
Hi Munster,
Nice to see you posting again. The last line sort of threw me. I do not think anything is inevitable 😉 but I sure share your wish to stay compos mentis....of course, some may say I lost that years ago.
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Hi Alison, how are you.
Did you mean the line, till death us do part; the piece was scribed on one of my many reflective days.
When all around you is failing we hope to still keep our marbles.

Tony

lavadis on 17-11-2011
Change is inevitable
Very well written indeed

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Thank you so much, its written in one of those dark moments of mine.

Tony

admin on 17-11-2011
Change is inevitable
Hi Munster, lovely to see you back. I don't think there can be anything worse than losing your marbles. Unfortunately mine are definitely not what they were *sigh*. Good reflective pome, anyway.

Author's Reply:
Hi, back in the Emerald Isle once more, so hope to have more time to write.
Thanks for commenting its really appreciated.

Tony


She loves me (posted on: 20-09-10)
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She loves me she loves me not Daisy's, plucked gently from the ground, Pulling petals, one by one... Their beauty reminds me so much of the beauty in you. Watching each and everyone, as they carry on the breeze, Maybe you can see them too? Sitting, thinking, playing around... In my head is your portrait. In my heart you are there In my soul, you live forever. I feel you so close, as if, yes you are holding my hand, But yet you are far, we were forced apart by circumstance, in two different lands. But my true love, you must never lose sight Distance is but a number, By which time will succumb. For then, our true love will be reunited forever and forever more will be She loves me
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pdemitchell on 20-09-2010
She loves me
"Daisy, daisy give me your herpes do,
I'm half crazy with the syph that I caought from you,
It won't be a stylish marriage
With all this incurable baggage
But you'll look sweet upon the sheets
in a hospital ward for twoooo!"

Sorry,Tony, that came out of nowhere! Very romantic and heartfelt but I was thrown again a bit by the mix of short and super-long lines but but that's yer style. Good to see youposting again. mitch. 🙂

Author's Reply:
Hi Mitch, thanks for taking the time to read, this is a serious piece about my thoughts as I left Ireland;
leaving behind those I hold dear.
I remember Billy Connoly saying life's not a bowl of cherries, he was so right.

Beth on 21-09-2010
She loves me
Hi, this is a poem full of warmth and light. I liked the image of the daisies at the beginning and then the strength of your love in the second half of the poem. I'd like to see a few more similies and metaphors to give the poem a fresh perspective - regards Beth

Author's Reply:
Hi Beth, how are you, I pop a piece in now and again, not sure if I would ever make a writer, however I do appreciate the time people such as your good self take the time to read and comment on my work.

Many thanks Tony

pdemitchell on 22-09-2010
She loves me
Hi Tony - i re-read and can appreciate the lament therein - us celts are pretty good at laments for the homelands and loved ones we leave behind! Keep posting! Mitch

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stormwolf on 23-09-2010
She loves me
Hi Tony,
I am cheating a bit by reading your comments on the comments. To me that gives an entirely different slant on the poem. Although poetry, essentially, should be open to interpretation, I feel that the real reason you wrote it, is so far away from the way it comes over as to not give the reader a proper chance to understand it (if you catch my drift)
I was also a bit confused by the extra long lines which led to me feeling it a wee bit disjointed...but having said all that,
Your love for the country comes over well with the poignancy of the loss too. As one who is devotedly Scottish to my bones, I can undwerstand that too.
Alison x


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Hi Alison, hope you are good, yeah I agree about the disjointed, I often worry as I do when painting, if I carry on altering it all becomes a big mess.

Thanks for the comments 🙂 Tony

Jolen on 24-09-2010
She loves me
Hey Tony, it's great to see you posting. I hope this finds you well. I know what it feels like to leave loved ones behind, and this poem is heartbreaking and real.

blessings,
jolen

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sunken on 26-09-2010
She loves me
Hello Munster. It's good to see you subbing again. Leaving loved ones behind is never easy. As a child I once left a Corgi Triumph TR7 in a caravan I'd been holidaying in. I only realised when I got home. Heartbreaking it was. It was red, had independant suspension, a matt black roof and opening doors. I never quite got over it. Ahem. A neat poem. Well done fella.

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Banish me half way to hell why don't you? (posted on: 26-07-10)
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I came into your life by default, through the back door some would say. 'A big bang' was the way you described my arrival that day. What was my crime?..to fall in love with someone you supposedly hold dear? The cruel and unjust anger you chide, why me? I cry when alone, trapped with those words. Your tongue is sharp and propelled by such twisted thought. That slight, such a patronising old lacklustre performance, it's as dead as the long play 33. And in your thoughts and your mind you are wedded to calamity. It's almost as if you have lodged me with a full blown gypsy curse. It so reminds me of a nightmare I was locked in for many a year. Tied up and locked away, constantly threatened by an ogre, if I didn't change my way. Please may I make a comparison to a witch like thee, that ogre in my conscious world would seem like an Angel, placed alongside a tyrant like you I am nobody's fool, so please save your gall; you can park it, any place you like. So with pardon madam, please, let me leave this space. For another day of your scorn would kill me for sure. I would sooner live in my hell than your heaven. Happiness is priceless, so with your Daughter in thought wherever I am, I am the wealthiest man in all the land Your tomorrow will come, at least in your mind be true, like my love for those you hold dear, just let yourself believe in the evidence of miracles themselves. So with lamentation I leave your plain, self placated, my grace, my dignity and feelings intact
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pdemitchell on 26-07-2010
Banish me half way to hell why don’t you?
Hi Tony - this is fab but it reads more like prose than poetry with the super-long lines and no riddim gettin' goin' but that's your inimititititable style - to describe leaving a bad situation with some shred of shredded dignity intact. The ma-in-law from hell? You should have seen my first common-law-wife's mother - I still have nightmares.... and the scars. And the nervous tic... but

with your Daughter in thought wherever I am,
I am the wealthiest man in all the land…

So true. Mitch 🙂

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Hi Mitch, thanks for taking the time out to read the piece,
We so often have to suffer hell at some point in our lives and for little or no reason.

stormwolf on 26-07-2010
Banish me half way to hell why don’t you?
Every line filled with pain and suffering.
Give her the heave-ho and do not look back. Some are born to torment...leave her to hers 🙁 and wipe the sand off your feet.
Alison x

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Romany on 27-07-2010
Banish me half way to hell why don’t you?
I noticed a typo, for example nobodies - should be nobody's, kind of jumped out at me.

i think there are some great ideas and some really powerful lines here, but at the moment it is a little messy. I think if you gave it a heavy edit and tidied it up so to speak, this could be a really tight, excellent poem. Or prose piece, depending on your preference.

Romany

Author's Reply:
Hi, thanks for your comments and finding the typo, two of us looked it through and we both missed that.
Any pointers are truly welcome, I feel I am a long way from writing to a standard that I feel okay with.

Tony

sunken on 27-07-2010
Banish me half way to hell why don’t you?
Good to see you back again, Mr. Munster. A strong write and no mistake. As you can see, I'm still dire at commenting. It's good to see you getting some decent feedback tho. Keep em coming my good man.

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pdemitchell on 27-07-2010
Banish me half way to hell why don’t you?
Hi Tony - came back for a re-read and noted your comment to Romany. Simplest pointer of all is to read ALOUD over and over again or until the neighbours bang the windows or the dog howls or the wife thratens you with divorce. Then impose various edit-formats on the piece to see if something grabs you for example.

I came into your life by default,
the back door was open, some say
You told me I was a cosmic event
For being your ‘big bang’ that day!

What was my crime? For daring to love
one I’m supposed to hold dear?
Why cruel unjust anger pursues me
I cry when alone with this fear.

And so on - only better than this poor edit...

Someone said this stuff is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration and I'm fresh out of sweatbands! Keep at it and good luck! Cheerz Mitch

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mitch, yeah, ill throw a few things around see how it sits.


A simple farewell (posted on: 12-02-10)
For those who feel they have been trapped and robbed of their wealth and humanity.

The last goodbye With post-haste, will you whisk me away from this God forsaken place? As in life say nothing nice, just plain old honesty my dears. No waking, no quaking, barely a sound nor a tear. Just one simple song and the occasional word, to celebrate the harsh struggle for that sober life... Nor lined box and without fancy dress. I came with nothing and therefore exit with the very same. You share my worth, for where I am tis all free.. May you all benefit from my humble estate and make better use than I... A quiet corner will do me now, forsake this madding place. You stopped me living my simple life, so now unshackle me from this mare. And may I, now this time has come, most truly rest in peace.
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stormwolf on 12-02-2010
A simple farewell
This really moved me. Maybe it was too close to home I don't know but I really liked the no nonsense way the work came accross

With post-haste, will you whisk me away from this God forsaken place?
As in life say nothing nice, just plain old honesty my dears.
oh yes...
Alison x

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much, it was a piece I became very happy with the minute I finished.
it means so much to have comments like yours.

Tony:-)

sunken on 12-02-2010
A simple farewell
Hello Mr. Munster. Yes, I agree with Storm of Wolf fame. A strong nonsense write and no mistake. I hope this isn't a simple farewell? You've long been underrated, in my sunky opinion. Keep plucking away at it fella. Good stuff and no mistake. I predict a Bernard. Woof! Told ya (-:

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How are you Mr Sunks, thanks for reading my work, its always great to get comments and well a Bernard into the bargain.
Hopefully the pen will keep working and the words will flow.

Tony

Mezzanotte on 13-02-2010
A simple farewell
Made me shiver. Quite sad really that the speaker in the poem feels so negative.

I like this line:

With post-haste, will you whisk me away from this God forsaken place?

But perhaps would not have used 'place' twice in such a short poem. I wasn't too sure on the 'tis' either...a bit archaic for this piece maybe. Other than this I really liked it.

Best wishes
Jackie

Author's Reply:
Hi thanks for reading and making comments on my poem, it really is appreciated.

Tony

Jolen on 16-02-2010
A simple farewell
Hi Tony,

It's great to see you writing again. As the others have said, this is a very moving piece of work and makes one appreciate all that they have.

blessings,
Jolen

Author's Reply:
Hi Jolen its been a while but like many struggling along, sometimes words and little stories appear that give me something to pull together.
This one was based on many a reflection.
many thanks to you for reading my work

Tony

pdemitchell on 27-03-2010
A simple farewell
Hi Tony. I enjoyed the piece but a few editing tweaks would polish the gem. The "Just one simple song and the occasional word, to celebrate the harsh struggle for that sober life..." line was a wee bit static and overlong for me but a tidy read otherwise. As with the others I thought the beginning rocked:

The last goodbye
With post-haste, will you whisk me away
from this God forsaken place?
As in life, say nothing nice,
just plain old honesty, my dears.
No waking, no quaking,
barely a sound nor a tear.

Great stuff. Encore! mitch 🙂

Author's Reply:
Hi there thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
A few people suggested I shouldn't publish this peace as it was a reflection of many thoughts over the years.
I think you are right about the length of that particular line, however I just penned what was in my head at the time.
I don't know if that makes any sense, once again thanks for your thoughts.


Aherlo (posted on: 15-01-10)
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O'Aherlo, from glen to glen your beauty is so tempting. I'm slowly coming under your spell. 'Tis with such a dramatic back drop, so truly rugged, sheer in part, but alas fixed by time with perfectionsoft, gentle, so serene. Meandering with no cause. Just looking, nosing at your scene. Clouds dart around those dark tall peaks, leading down with ever softening greens to the valley floor twixt streams and rivers rush to greet. Time almost stands still as the waters float so gently by. Not a word to be heard just a sound of peace mixed with happy solitude. It's gentle, it's calming and slowly but surely I'm taken in. Would nay but a fool have an agenda with you? Tales of yesterday locked into your rugged face. With sweet smelling flowers, it's such a wondrous place. I sit and ponder all that lies before meand all that might have been. How quickly time passes, for now I must cease consuming this mighty natural feast. Was it a dream, or was it for real? It's back to reality madam et monsieur, I will awkwardly go forth with bute` torso. Suburbia is calling me loud in my ear. It's Monday, it's eight bells and I'm late for work again!
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stormwolf on 17-01-2010
Aherlo
Nothing soothes like nature's balm....and we would all be better for even brief spells in such a place as you so beautifully describe here...before it's a case of 'back to the grind' ;- (
Alison

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Hi Alison, such a place does exist, I tried to imply that even though I was there walking, I could so easily have dreamt it all.
The last lines were a reminder of the days when My Mum use to wake us for school amidst a fun filled dream.
Funny how we were never woken during a nightmare or was that just me.

Thanks for taking the time out to read my poem.

Tony


Special child (posted on: 25-12-09)
A Special child was born this day.

Angels appeared from far and ushered the word A wondrous child will be born this starlit night. Three wise men and shepherds did speak of this coming. He will be delivered on earth to teach the word. He was born to a gentle woman called Mary... She had an amazing Virgin birth... He was born in a stable, the humblest of beginnings. This child was very special, it was easy to see. He led by example the perfect role model. He suffered a lot and was humiliated by many. But from these lessons we learnt pleasure and pain, things for sure we will experience time and again. Who were these frightened men?.. maybe they simply did not understand? 'Fear nothing' said the Lord 'He means no ill to anyone'. 'He just has a vision to share of right and wrong'. And then one Easter day the Lord whispered to him.. 'Jesus, my son, it's time to go away'. Why was he taken so soon?.. well he had fulfilled part of his vision. He had to leave us on our own to practice his lessons. But he has not gone far, he watches over us all by day and night. His work is not complete.. he wishes and dreams that one day we will all live together as one in peace, love and understanding. No matter how bad things become we can all see his inspiration.
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artisus on 25-12-2009
Special child
Merry Christmas Munster, enjoyed the read. Peace

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many thanks for that happy New Year

Jolen on 26-12-2009
Special child
A well told story, Tony. One I don't hold too, but I respect that you and others do, and you've presented it well for us to enjoy. Happy Holidays, dear. It's good to see you posting again.

blessings,
Jolen

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Hi Jolen thanks for the read.

sunken on 27-12-2009
Special child
Good to see you posting again, Mr. Munster. I kinda echo Jolen's comment. But each to their own. As the song says, 'Here in my car I feel safest of all....' - Sorry, wrong song. 'Whatever gets you through the night, it's alright, it's alright...'
Seriously good to see you around again, my good fellow.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks thanks for taking the time to read, yeah its different folks, different strokes.
I hope to get back from time to time.
take care


On a dank murky dawn in March 1834. (posted on: 08-05-09)
Brave honourable men

Streets littered with rubbish foul smell, stale ale and sputum... Dark, dank passages lead down to the dock lined with pick pockets and beggars begging off beggars... The freshening smell of salt air and the rising mist finally points my way forward. Signing up for a ticket to earn a crumb or two, cruising on a hulk for a week or maybe two... Cleaning portholes, swabbing decks, who cares its work and a roof over my head... Prisoners captive, locked with ball and chains and in rags of clothes, were loaded onto the boat, sent in supposed shame by the like of Frampton, Williams and Melbourne in the main, not killers, just plain Joe soaps like you and me. Being caught not for unpaid taxes or the like, but simply, for the swearing of a secret oath of moral support, whilst within one step of the workhouse having to steal mere handfuls of corn to evade starvation, or just for complaining about pay cuts, 6 shillings to hand, well below the norm I heard one say, Stamped on each ones arms was a little tattoo with the word pome, (strange), I wonder what that's all about. A tale was being told to all who would listen, Something about a place called Toll puddle, in Somerset I believe, trumped up mariners' law, charges of mutiny, wrongfully applied to these landlubbers. The ship set sail from Portsmouth, creaking, groaning, through the choppy seas, Where we going bosun, I asked, just up the river to Botany Bay he replied. That's okay be home next week I suppose, ha ha me hearty and he laughed at me. Next week arrived and we still hadn't spotted dry land, plus six and a bit more perhaps. The ship stank with the smell of the sick, scurvy in the main, rotting bodies no need for the dentist, teeth just falling out, the rats teased the cats as their rank grew day upon day. The plank was walked following the occasional mutiny that kept all but the brave and fool hardy in line. All of a sudden I forgot the smell as I heard the lookout yell, land ahoy. We had travelled around the belly of the earth to a strange new land called Australia. Well it was certainly not worth the horrid existence of 8 weeks in the lurch, whilst somewhat being humbled by fact, I had witnessed ridicule of intelligent beings. These happenings in time to come I am sure would not warrant such draconian measures and with much incendiarism now to the fore; Why would I return to old England for what I cry. Plain, bland old place not a lot to do, but the future looks bright. New country new life. I found out later the stamp was to define them fellow's on my ship plundered of all dignity were quite horridly tagged as Prisoners of Mother England. And whinging pome's we are still called to this day (by those of our ancestors who also chose to stay). Whinge, no wonder with all we had to ponder in those dark, depressing days, but for the determination of the few we now at least, live in a fairer society... Hard times come again no more. ''God is our guide! from field, from wave, From plough, from anvil, and from loom; We come, our country's rights to save, And speak a tyrant faction's doom: We raise the watch-word liberty; We will, we will, we will be free!'' As quoted by George Loveless. My hat is well and truly raised: posthumously in your honour.
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Sunken on 09-05-2009
On a dank murky dawn in March 1834.
Hello Munster. Enjoyed the piece. Very dramatic and no mistake. Sadly, I don't own a hat. But if I did, I would raise it in your general direction. Hope all is well in MunsterWorld.

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Hi Sunks I am so glad you enjoyed the read, the piece came to me on one of those all too regular moments of feeling sorry for myself.
we are in the depths of financial depression and yet we still talk of going on holidays etc.
these guys couldn't even meet their food bills.
thanks Tony


Hospitals (posted on: 04-05-09)
Transient...

I arrive unsure of why I am here. Maybe you could tell me? O sorry you are the porter! I am confused with fear, I cannot focus, I cannot think, how do I read the signs? Ah, there is my departmentI will go inside and wait my fate. I sit and wait in line with so many thoughts running through my mind. Not alone, one of many to hear the news good or bad. This is one avenue where there is no turning backit's a matter of fact. They tell you small stories, fed piece meal, to leave you worrying and wonder all the rest. Left alone, it seems, to debate your own fate. Are you okay? Am I okay? Will we ever know? I wonder can it be cured or has life left it too late for me? I have arrived in a happy phase of my troubled life, I am selfish and not ready yet... I was always told your health is your wealth and for sure they are right. But lets not drown in self pity, don't even feel down and certainly not sorry. For feeling self pity is the wrong road to travel down. You never know, they are known to have been wrong so many times before. Maybe I could be the lucky one and they could be wrong once more Well one thing is for sure thousands have gone before and, what's more, I won't be the last to walk this paththere are many more to come. It's mother nature's wayfate waits for us all
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Sunken on 04-05-2009
Hospitals
Hello Munster. I hope this is fiction my good fellow and no mistake. Even the smell of an hospital is enough to turn my stomach. I know it's a cliche, but I'm sure many will identify with this. It's good to see you back on planet Uka.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks, I posted my reply in the wrong box, I will get use to the site eventually.

Thanks Tony

Munster on 04-05-2009
Hospitals
Hi Sunks, yeah this was about a recent visit to Hospital.
I agree we unfortunately can relate to this.
My subs are few and far between at the moment.
Thanks for your welcome comment.

Tony


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Jolen on 05-05-2009
Hospitals
Oh gods, this is just exactly how it feels too. You have captured all the horror of being a 'patient'.

blessings,
Jolen

Author's Reply:
Hi Jolen, always great to hear from you, yeah I sat thinking about all around me and started tapping the poem into my mobile, all the other patients must have thought I was compiling the text of all time.

Tony

barenib on 06-05-2009
Hospitals
Tony - an interesting 'stream of consciousness' type piece that does indeed capture the experience well. I have an absolute horror of the medical profession and try to avoid them at all costs. I can't even stand watching 'Casualty' on TV! Sorry you had to go through the experience to be in a position to write this! Regards, John.

Author's Reply:
Hi there how are you, sorry for the very late reply, I have days which run into weeks where I just cant get onto the site. feast or famine.
thanks for the comments.

Tony


Why can't we live like Swan's (posted on: 01-05-09)
Revised from a previous posting

Why can't we live like Swans? Swans grace the lake at Gouganbarra, the courting couple they swim together. They mirror each other in every way, this pair are together and that's forever, it would never occur to them, to stray! Their love is special and will never wane. So happy just to be together, so simple in its way, They admire each other; in a very special swan like way. They look in the water and what can they see? Why each other of course, for their reflections are the very same. They preen each other in a very swan like way. Their love is so strong; you know, in an unconditional swan like way. They both tend their young when new life begins, they always work together, each and every day, in their own swan like way. Sharing their thoughts, sharing their love, devoted to all in their care Ever ready to share even the darker days and when one dies they are not lost, cause memories last their whole life through... The day will come and together they will be, on a lake well above the world we know. And once again the pair will be swimming together, as graceful as ever and that will last forever. O' to be like swans?
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Jolen on 02-05-2009
Why cant we live like Swans
I agree, it might be nice to have such simplistic lives and loves.


It's nice to be reading your work again, Tony.

blessings,
Jolen

Author's Reply:
Thanks Jolen, its something I believe in quite strongly, however I have like so many failed miserably to live up too my belief.

Tony

Sunken on 02-05-2009
Why cant we live like Swans
Hello Munster. It is indeed nice to be reading your work again. I remember this one and no mistake. One of your best I'm thinking. O' to be a Munster.

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Well O' to be a Munster, yesterday was not my finest hour as you probably know we were beaten quite badly at the old rugger.
However just as the Swan's remain loyal to each other I will still remain forever a fan.
thanks for the comment.

Tony (Munster).


The Sun slips away (posted on: 17-04-09)
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The sun draws its own curtain on this fresh spring day. It slips into its red hue suit, almost seemingly a hurried finale as it sets in a blaze of breathtaking glory behind the dark veiled landscape... We settle in towards the moonlit night...its still, it's clear with an eerie cold feel to the air, no white blanket floating by to hide the old mans cheesy grin. It's all so very peaceful with barely a sound, flowers tilt their heads, a slight rustle from the trees. Just the lightest whisper, from the gentle breeze as it dances around the hills and vales. The velvet looking sky shows up the many thousands of stars hovering above us, so neatly, almost side by side in the dead of night. Like studying diamonds each seems brighter than the last, Take your pick, name one or two, maybe after people who once shared this amazing lunar view. Look long, just savour the moment, take it all in like a gentle inhale of breath. Does it not create a wonderful silhouette of all that hangs around far below? Tall trees, tors on hilltops, rippling waters and the smoke as it rises from the late evening fires. We creatures of the light rest up, ready for the dawn of the forthcoming day. The earth is so still as we sleep in our quarter, all but for our nocturnal friends scurrying and beavering away, it's their turn to work late into the night. The forests, the jungles and wide open planes all have their night owls that can't wait for the dead of night, just to come out and prey on some unfortunate creature. Our sun that rises as we look to the east is always full of promise and closes a chapter later to the west; it's a new dawn, a virgin day, how fascinating our life cycle is, each one so different from the last. And as the sun whizzes around our little planet zone by zone ,we relive this carnival of wondrous colours again and again at the ebbing of all our days...until alas it is no more.
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Sunken on 17-04-2009
The Sun slips away
Hello Munster. Good to see you again. I know all about the Sun slipping away. I usually find mine down the back of the sofa with a host of half-eaten lollies and some spare change. It's a kind of parallel universe down there. I blame DFS. As you can see, my comments are still a bit bum. If it helps any, your excellent write painted many images in my head, and all of this without medication. Quite a feat. Nice one, Munster.

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Hi Sunks thanks for the comments, they always give cheer.

Tony

cat on 17-04-2009
The Sun slips away
Hello lovely Mr Tony,

There's a bit of magic to this. Like one who looks with fresh borne eyes and see's for the first time new.
I wonder, do many still take the time to look up into night?
Too take in the stars (if they can see them) without thinking about what they actually are or what they are made? Sadly I think not.
'We relive this carnival of wonderous colours ...' True dat!

My love and best to you Sir, Catherine x

Author's Reply:
Hi Catherine, I feel that poems like this appear more from thought than effort, it would be so good if more of us looked to the sky and reflected from time to time.

Thanks for your comment.

Tony

orangedream on 18-04-2009
The Sun slips away
Hi there Tony. You are still casting your magic, so I see:-)

This line in particular, says it all for me:-

"Our sun that rises as we look to the east is always full of promise and closes a chapter later to the west;"

Just beautiful.

Tina

Author's Reply:
Hi Tina, thanks for your comments, its great that we can read your fine work and others on which to draw inspiration.

Tony



One foot on the silver cloud (a courageous nation in turmoil). (posted on: 02-03-09)
Financial Meltdown???

Where do I start? Where have I come from? What about you? Where will I begin...? One foot on the ground and the other on the silver cloud. Dare we think aloud...is it such a sin to dream of vast wealth? Or should we always remember our humble beginnings? Is there any wrong in that...for after all are not the best roots, the grass roots? For are we not the foundation, the stability, the humble workers on which our countries are founded...? Unlike you, playing in a real-life house of cards, 52 in the pack to be precise and everyone's the joker. So why now do we find ourselves at the abyss? How come we are all caught up in this financial apocalypse? Why did you not practice what you preached, turning a blind eye for ten fold years plus one? I suppose we should take some of the blame, for it was us who voted you in. The Celtic Tiger had the wealthy hedonistic few on its back...bankers, builders and sunshine tax collectors, robbing the innocent by stealth. The blind leading the realists, kicking, shouting, screaming into financial oblivion. Why were so many led down the loan infested roads where only the minority feared to tread? We could never build our lives from the top down, so why pray I ask did you? We all grow up and must remember the golden rules, when in feast set aside for those years of famine. Life is not all about the haves, it is also about the have nots. But once again you turn to us, the less well off and ask for more. How much tighter can you turn that screw, to rob us further of our diminishing wealth. True qualities and thrifty ways are found in all walks of life. You encouraged us to save with the SSIA, so why not you? Didn't you, the powers that be, believe in saving for those rainy days...? So heads can be in the clouds, there is no crime in dreaming, just wake now before it's too late. Our banks are in tatters, our wealth is worthless and our Celtic Tiger is nothing but a rabid old cat... But one thing for sure, you must remain true to your people. So, Mr. Taoiseach...you know what to do. You must sort this god awful mess with courage and, above all, honesty and save us, the innocent, from this pending doom and, like us, always have both feet firmly on the ground and keep your head, for now, out of those silver clouds. If you fail to listen to our plight, Mr C.... , you will be the last one leaving this wonderful land. So will you do the honours and turn out the light?
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Sunken on 02-03-2009
One foot on the silver cloud (a courageous nation in turmoil).
Hello Mr. Munster. A well timed piece and no mistake. The markets are taking a right hammering today. I feel like locking my door and retreating into my own little world. The trouble is, the last time I did that I got done for tax evasion. Ahem. You just can't win. A different style of sub for your good self, Mr. Munster. Variety, it's always a good thang. Well done and no mistake.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks, sorry for the late reply to your welcome comments, I like many have been struggling with my broadband.
Thanks again Tony


I saw into a child's eyes (posted on: 23-02-09)
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One bright summer's day whilst taking a tram into town, I saw a child. . A teen in a wheelchair; he had very little mobility. But at the same time it was plain to see he was happy within his brave little world. There were many able children on the tram that day...some laughing, all lively, enjoying their years. Some pretending to be adults, showing anger to their peers. If only they could all be childlike, yes, before it's too late... robbing themselves of those innocent years. They however had several things in common, that did not bless him. They could all talk, they could all walk... Yes, they had the power to achieve all before them. And all so much taken for granted, from this all too early age. But this little boy relied on almost everyone Except for the power of his mind. He could not speak but can imagine and dream all the same. His eyes sparkled; he could see all he wanted to. He was in a world of his own, I could see from his smile. It was a happy world none the less. What do we want? Do we expect too much? He is happy, so why not us? Maybe I along with many need to take a reality check, even eat a large slice of humble pie. So let's all step back, look at our world and, if possible, view it as a child would. Through a child's eyes there is little confusion...rarely anger, purest of thoughts. Because life can be uncomplicated and simple, yes it's so true, we were just too young to realise and by the time we did it was too late. We grew up so fast, adults before we knew it, it's not so easy then But I often think of that day and that smile. If an image could paint a thousand words, there would have been no questions left unanswered.
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reckless on 23-02-2009
I saw into a childs eyes
I think this is lovely, and if you don't mind me saying so, it takes a sensitive person to think like that. I used to work with disabled children and they were invariably brave - I suppose they had to be, to cope with and overcome the crap they'd be given. Think of that young man who won the Whitbread prize even though crippled with cerebral palsy and only able to write with his mouth! He deserves the respect of everyone, in my opinion. Lovely piece.

Author's Reply:
I truly think of all the greats that have overcome set backs and also worked with disabled young adults.
we all have a place in this world and can offer so much and receive so much if we truly want too.

Thanks for your comments I loved writing this piece.

Tony

cat on 23-02-2009
I saw into a childs eyes
Hi Tony,

Sensitively observed, compassionatly written.

The thing's we take for granted...

c x

Author's Reply:
Hi Catherine how are you, we do take so much for granted and we should really take a good look around once in a while.

thanks for reading my work its much appreciated.

Tony

SugarMama34 on 24-02-2009
I saw into a childs eyes
Hi Tony,

What a thought provoking piece this is, it almost brought tears to my eyes. It makes the reader think and I love the imagery too that you bring to this in such a simple but effective way. Beautifully written and with much compassion and sincerity.

Lis'. xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Lis' thanks so much, this piece means a lot to me, my own Son has a learning difficulty and he shows me up on occasions with his determination and effort.

Tony

Mezzanotte on 24-02-2009
I saw into a childs eyes
Yes, really sensitive and thought provoking. Lovely.
well done
Jackie

Author's Reply:
Hi, thanks for reading the poem, my aim was to get people to step into the piece and imagine this brave teen. I hope I achieved that.
once again thanks for your comments Jackie.

Tony

Sunken on 25-02-2009
I saw into a childs eyes
Hiya Munster. This reminds me of a youth I know who lost the use of his legs after a road accident. The thought terrifies me, but he seems to just get on with things. Perhaps he puts a face on when he's with mates, it's hard to really know. Anyway, a cracking and thought provoking piece. Well done mister.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks, it always amazes and humbles me when I see people with disabilities achieving things I could never do.
Thanks for taking the time to read the poem.

Tony

PaulS on 19-04-2009
I saw into a childs eyes
Hi Munster and thank you for writing this piece.

Something very important covered here about perception of happiness linked with ability, age and longings for everyone to see things through the innocence of a child.

I am working in the care sector at the moment too and it is a great privilege to be in this field of wonder.



Author's Reply:
Hi Paul thanks for your comment, I feel we have a lot to learn from others around us if we only took the time.

Tony


Some of the best days of my life (posted on: 20-02-09)
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I had a love affair, she was one of the best? She was a rather large lady called tiger... around 65 feet long. 25 tonnes of steel, green for the main, with a splash of orange, She could swim and live with the best. Moored at times in obscurity; yes I liked it that way, Hidden amongst the foliage and long meadow grass, Like Moses in the wicker basket, hidden in the bull rushes. She was oblivious to all around and why not pray, Far from the madding crowd, yes please; I would often say. For it was my private life and I wanted it for the most part to stay that way, selfish I suppose, but that was me. I had the trust of nature to count on, each and everyday, Because nature is there to be trusted, she will never let you down. Consistent in her seasons and in her special ways. And if she can trust you, then you can sure trust her, You have the recipe for life and disappointments should be few. Lazy long summer days, to wander and ponder into the wide blue yonder. Ducks would meander over for a little look complete with chicks and they would plead for a snack. This was the cause of possibly the most calm and peaceful phase of my entire Life at one with my thoughts and in control of my own destiny. Love life enjoy it to the max, who needs red bu.. and wings..! When patience will do.
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Sunken on 20-02-2009
Some of the best days of my life
Hello Munster of Tony fame. Smashing to see ya back at planet uka and no mistake. At first I thought this was about a lorry. Ahem. I know, I'm wrong. It's a barge isn't it? Some blokes do fall in love with their lorries tho. I once fell for a tumble dryer. I can't talk about it too much because there claims pending against me with regards to practices that I am alleged to have participated in at tumble dryer conference in 1999. Ten years I've had this hanging over me! I blame cheese. Ahem. Anyway, another tip top sub with a message for us all. I particularly liked the ending and this line here wot I'm going to copy here right now and no mistake -

Lazy long summer days, to wander and ponder into the wide blue yonder.

Nice. Sorry about the comment. It's been a long day.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Mr Sunks, thanks for your comment they are always welcome, I can fully understand your problem with tumble dryers, they can be a problem, they often get me in a spin. We had a Bendix back in the 60's had a mind of its own, it would often vibrate so much it would move around the kitchen.
Tony

Mezzanotte on 20-02-2009
Some of the best days of my life
God, i think I'm turning into Sunken... I also loved the line that he quoted and also initially thought the poem were about a lorry. I do apologise.
I loved the images of hiding in the bull rushes etc.
Best wishes
Jackie

Author's Reply:
Hi Jackie, it was a very special time for me, I think sometimes we lose sight of what makes us happy,
quite often its simplicity.

Thanks for reading the piece

Tony

Mezzanotte on 20-02-2009
Some of the best days of my life
God, i think I'm turning into Sunken... I also loved the line that he quoted and also initially thought the poem were about a lorry. I do apologise.
I loved the images of hiding in the bull rushes etc.
Best wishes
Jackie

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macaby on 20-02-2009
Some of the best days of my life
Good poem Tony,I really liked these lines here:"Like Moses in the wicker basket, hidden in the bull rushes" and "Lazy long summer days, to wander and ponder into the wide blue yonder." That's what is wrong with people today, no patience just like you say.

Author's Reply:
The pressure is so great within our peer groups, keeping up with the trend of bigger and better than before, Holidays, houses, cars, we have truly left sight of what makes us happy.

Thanks for reading the poem.

Tony

Sunken on 20-02-2009
Some of the best days of my life
'God, i think I'm turning into Sunken...' - How rude! She says it as if it's a bad thing... Ahem. Disgraceful behaviour! Sorry Munster, but sometimes you have to take these women in hand 😉

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Hi Sunks, I suppose on one hand it could be seen as that, on the other hand it could be a complement.

Tony

cat on 21-02-2009
Some of the best days of my life
Hello Mr Munster,

I liked this very much. I didn't see a lorry, but a boat, a tug happily situated, infact, it made me think about The African Queen, before it all kicked off!

There are so many lines to like here, my fav being...

'Far from the madding crowd, yes please; I would often say'

Will most certainaly be having a nosy through your archive!
c x




Author's Reply:
Hi Cat, it started out as a temporary means, that became more permanent, at times I miss the lifestyle, on occasions I like to escape the madness of city life.

Tony

Sunken on 21-02-2009
Some of the best days of my life
Yes, I was only joking Munster. Jackie knows I love her really... I think. Oh bum, I hope I've not upset another lady. I could make a living at this.

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Author's Reply:
I don't think you could upset anyone Sunks, we all love your comments, something more of us should partake in, placing myself first on the list.

Ps if you find that manual can lend it to me.


We are truly one you and I (posted on: 16-02-09)
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We are one. When I think of you, I think of me. I look at you and see so much of me. I laugh, you laugh, simultaneously. We are so often apart but together in our minds. You understand me just as I you, we love to share in all we do... A life size jigsaw puzzle, with all the pieces equal and firmly in place. Thoughts and dreams that go on late into the night, waking, sleeping, tired again, but who cares. We are like chalk and chalk, cheese and cheese. Everything I think or do is mirrored in so many loving ways by you. How could I survive without the love of my life, my will, my strength? The last bastion of my romantic stand. You have witnessed my heartache, insecurity and sometimes wild ways, paranoid and fed up of life's mind gamesat last I have arrived. Willingly broken and tamed at a point in my life that's right, yes that's me. I'm yours for always.
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Sunken on 16-02-2009
We are truly one you and I
Munster! You're back! And at your most romantic. This must have been written for someone special? Love the opening, and the lines about cheese & cheese. Very clever, very sensitive, very Munster. Good to see you back and no mistake.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Mr Sunks, thanks for the comments, yeah its great to sub, work or lack of it gets in the way at times.

Tony

artisus on 18-02-2009
We are truly one you and I
I liked the ending more, broken/tamed and willingly at such a point.


Author's Reply:
Hi Nikki, I think we all like to think we will arrive at a happy and contented phase at some point.
Thanks for the comments.

Tony


There's a Robin in our garden (posted on: 19-12-08)
Red Robin

There is a beautiful robin in our garden, he has the reddest of chests, he pouts with pride. Is he only there for those cold winter monthsor is he? Where does he hide on those long hot summer days? Is he away in the trees behind all the leaves just trying to keep himself cool? And then in the fall he loses his cover & appears there for us all. And quite often he will be perched at your window looking in. He is brave and proud and always stands tall. We look at him and think of the nice things that have appeared in our lives. How lucky are we to be able to share his world for such a short while. Singing his favourite tune for you is something he so loves to do. His loyalty is so strong, never test him and he will remain true He will stay for a while if he feels safe and secure. His bright and vibrant way brings such cheer to the harshest of days. We all stop and watch as he hops from branch to branch. How many like me recall so many beautiful memories of winter? All because this red robin takes our mind back to happy times. How magical is this little creature, does he know? How we have all grown to love him so. Next time you see the robin in your garden, stop and think of the beauty and happiness in your life. Written for a very special person.
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Sunken on 21-12-2008
Theres a Robin in our gaden
Hello Munster. It's me, sunks. Do you know, earlier this year I do believe that I was being stalked by a robin. Honest. He kept landing on my windowsill and tapping his beak on my window. He was a cheeky fella and no mistake. I kind of miss. How sad am I? Don't answer that. A neat write. You may want to amend 'garden' in the title tho.

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Hi Mr Sunks, hope your festive break is all you would want, thanks for taking the time to read and my error, have new specs for Christmas so hope they should reduce the typo's
Tony


Christmas time is pure magic (posted on: 19-12-08)
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Its Christmas time. The 24th is a special day, it's when the hard work is all but done. The very day that tells us Christmas has begun. The most magical time for all girls and boys around the world. The elves have been busy throughout the year helping to produce Christmas cheer. The day Mrs Claus cuts Santa's hair and trims his fine beard. The day that Santa loads up his fine sleigh. The reindeer are fed and are ready to pull the big sled. The snow is falling and covering the ground. The Robin is looking through the window and chirping with joy of all he sees around. The house is all set for Santa and Rudolph to arrive. The tree is decorated and the cakes are baked too. The plumb pudding is ready full of shillings for me and for you The stockings are chosen and hung by the fireside ready for filling. The carol singers are at the door singing carols, what a joy to hear. The hard work is all done, Mum thanks mostly to you. The fire is out as we don't want Santa to shout when he comes down the chimney, do you? The table is set with Santa's farethe milk, mince pie and carrots are all there. The list is complete and presents arrive by the dozen at the fireside. The children are sleeping and not a peep to be heard. They have all been practising to be really niceat least since the 23rd! The clock strikes twelve and the house is still, it's that time of year when you know who is due The sleigh has arrived and Santa appears to deliver presents to all we hold dear. So dream little people of all things nice. Tomorrow is nearly here and your day will begin just full of surprises. The joy on your faces is such a priceless treasure, it's all parents look for, it's their rewardto see such fun filled emotion is pure pleasure.
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macaby on 19-12-2008
Christmas time is pure magic
a nice pleasant poem to put you in the christmas spirit, my son is 4 years old so i know what you mean by saying they start to behave good from the 23rd , and the feelings i get when his saucer size eyes light up and the presents.

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Its the best to see the children enjoying Christmas, Thanks for the comments hope you and your family have a great time.

Tony

Sunken on 20-12-2008
Christmas time is pure magic
Ahhh if only I could recapture an ounce of that Xmas spirit, Mr. Munster. I'm being very humbug this year I'm afraid. I guess it's nice for the kids tho. Always a joy to read you, my monstrous (bet you're not really) friend.

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Hi Sunks, we all loose the Christmas spirit at times, I am off to warmer climes this year, it wont be the same but needs must, hope you have a good one, your not really monstrous friend.

Tony

artisus on 05-02-2009
Christmas time is pure magic
Radiates Christmas warmth. Very nice.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Nikki, how are you and how is that beautiful country of yours.


Its just not fair (posted on: 15-12-08)
such a short life

My cousin was a very happy gifted child, full of life. Suddenly things began to change, too early to be true. He started to get whiskers at ten, how we would envy him? His youth flying by in months, not years and from adult to old man. Too quick to comprehend, I was far too young to really understand... How wrong could we be, he was ageing quite rapidly, wrinkled skin with a stick and a stoop. His shoes, his clothes, fitting only in a flit. Too small for him they were often handed up. The agony on his facehow hard could this be? It was so hard for us too. Loving in life so short denied by this alien disease? My uncle and aunt and all who cared put on a brave face, but this was a battle that he could only ever lose. A painful end to a very bright and promising life. Progeria disease, it's one I never wish to witness again. It's a cruel and very unforgiving path some have to tread. Let's thank our lucky stars for we are enriched by a fullness of years. But least we never forget, so lets think a while, weep awhile and pray for those who have died all too soon, may they truly rest in peace.
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Bradene on 15-12-2008
Its just not fair
A very poignant write. I too have had some experience with this terrible affliction. It seems so little money is provided for research because it is so rare. Well written Val x

Author's Reply:
Thanks for the comments, its a terrible disease to be struck down with as are so many others.
he will always be a very brave child in my eyes, how lucky am I.

Thanks again Val.

Sunken on 16-12-2008
Its just not fair
Excellent write, Mr. Munster. At least by writing about it you're helping to chip away at some of the ignorance, mine included, that surrounds it. Well done mister.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks, I suppose there are many conditions we are not aware of until it touches us in some part.
Thanks again for taking the time to read the piece.

Tony

freya on 18-12-2008
Its just not fair
Tony, i agree with Val on the poignant content of this piece. I know you are asking for input on your writing so offer the following thoughts:

To increase the impact of this write I'd first go through the whole and highlight all the essential phrases and details., then I'd ruthlessly cut the 'conversational' excess. Focus on those things you remember about your cousin to show your reader who he was and what his tragic life was like. There's good essence here to work with. My regards, Shelagh 😉

Author's Reply:
Hi Shelagh, thanks for the comments, I will have look the poem and see how it works, I tried to make it read for all those that had lost loved ones at a young age, as appose to focusing solely on him

take care Tony

freya on 30-12-2008
Its just not fair
Tony, just realized you placed this under 'faction', and while I'm not quite sure what that IS, I do think it probably means your write lies somewhere between poetic prose and an autobiographical account. So, more experimental in style. I should have read it with that in mind, so please forget the cutting to bare bones: it doesn't apply. Sorry! Shelagh

Author's Reply:
Hi Shelagh, hope you have had a good holiday, don't worry about your comments, I truly value them all.
I wrote this piece after being on the site and yes it was bout my cousin, but it was a reflection from several people's thoughts who have shared losses.
Does that make sense or am I waffling.

Tony


One cold winters night in Eastwood (posted on: 12-12-08)
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A rag arsed mechanic, that's me! One cold winter's night whilst working the back shift, I fell and fractured my knee's. I was renting an old house at the time, it's a very strange story, you'll see. I was taken to the Derby Royal, I'm nearly sure it was there, some bits are a haze to this very day. Two fractured knees for my trouble fighting with a lorry, I lost the battle, two pots were my prize. With efficient haste the ambulance carried me homeward. The house was dark not a glimmer of light, not even a flickering candle in sight. My, it would give the toughest of heart's a fright! The ambulance blokes thought it was a joke and started to poke at me. Well, the look on my face put them firmly in place... They took my iron key and opened the door, where's the wife?.. she is on the next floor. It was two up, two down, with a parlour out back and a door to the stairs to keep chill down below. It hadn't changed from a hundred years or more ago. 'Well, we can't make her hear' said the ambulance man, 'and you can't sleep in here'. 'Will we take you back from whence you came?' not that bloody infirmary all over again! 'No' I said, 'leave me in the lounge'...best room in the house, if it did for him it would surely do it for me. So in they carried me complete with pots and placed me on the chez longue, left me blankets and tucked me in. I recited poetry and read some books to help wield off them old spooks. Sons and Lovers & Lady Chatterley to name but a few, for sure I was sleeping where? David Lawrence's birthplace of course, were all the lewd writing had finally begun. Honoured I was to be in his place, but not for long cause morning had come and I was greeted with 'You silly beggar what are you doing on there?' yes, you guessed it, my overly sympathetic first wife!
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Sunken on 12-12-2008
One cold winters night in Eastwood
Hello Munster. Thank god for rag arsed mechanics, that's wot I say. I also hear that you play rugby? This coupled with poetry could surely turn the girls heads. Is that your plan? It's a disgrace... that I didn't think of it first. Sadly, I could never be a rugby player. My sporting debut ended in disaster when I was just eight years old. For some reason I was picked to go in goal for our school football team. I just remember being very cold. It's okay for the rest of the team, they can run about and keep warm. Perishing it was, Munster... I've never fully recovered, neither did the team. I was sacked after just one game. Ahem. You've obviously hit a nerve here, Mr. Munster. I may have to return and comment properly at a later date. I also have a steak pie in the oven and I fear burning. Sorry about this.

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Author's Reply:
Well we had do be good at the blarney for sure, thanks for reading the piece and again all comments welcomed Tony


Tis with much regret as I board the ship for foreign lands (posted on: 28-11-08)
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Standing on the ship we all look like boys, but we must hold our heads high and act like men, it's so hard... Looking back at you in the huge crowd below, no words spoken, the anguish on your face tells it all. I wave goodbye till tomorrow, realising as with the setting sun, that tomorrow may just never come. Don't get me wrong I am well aware of why I'm going, I am truly amongst equals. It's the thought of never ever again in this life, seeing you. How many have left these shores before sharing those eerie thoughts? We have grown so fond of our homeland to which we may never return. Amongst spirited souls we try not to quiver whilst hiding our fear, as we say to each other, 'It's all in a good cause and has to be done'. It's toward an army of like minded men we move, singing songs along the road. They raise our spirits and remind us of home. Maybe we could have a game of footie, us against the foes? How strange would that be! But on the front all is forgotten, we are at the business end of a human war machine. So tomorrow we go over the top into the unknown, will this be the last sunset and sunrise before my very tired eyes? As we go into battle its not the faces of our enemy I see, but still images of you and me. Days spent in trenches, shell shocked by day and by night, no let up, goodbye for now, its time to go. To breathe our last breath in some strange land, we fall and lay in a pool of blood. The colour of the poppy, it's where I will spend my last, amongst those fields of wild flowers. Till one day far away, in the cotton clouds or the starlit sky, we will meet again. That day for me will come all too soon; live your life to the full, for I can wait awhile longer for that moment, to spend life ever after with you. But in the meantime with all my comrades in our last stand, we can salute and give every man, woman and child, freedom for you all.
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Sunken on 29-11-2008
Tis with much regret as I board the ship for foreign lands
Blimey. Another piece that makes me want to stand to attention. Stirring stuff indeed, Mr. Munster. Can I stand at ease now?

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks thanks for taking the time to read, it's a piece that I hope we can all relate two as war hits us all, Most have lost someone in the past.

Tony

macaby on 15-12-2008
Tis with much regret as I board the ship for foreign lands
i enjoyed the poem, like you say in your poem, the people who fought in this war were just boys acting like men, the enemy were like minded, and the soldiers were just food for the cannons.

Author's Reply:
Hi There, thanks for the comment, yeah its seems like we lost site of jaw jaw.
to many wasted lives on all sides.

Tony


My unheard thoughts (posted on: 21-11-08)
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Like a comet in the dead of night, troubled mind inhibits sleep. It shoots across the clear dark sky, good thoughts halt my wake. Hurried, troubled....it never stops. Dreams are sweet but all too short. Nightmares last but rock your night. Like me, you will never sleep searching for your inner self. So far to go, will we ever stop? Traces left of all we were I fear for us, when will it end? Will we simply burn right out? Coming to earth with an almighty bang, or wake in time before we implode....and that will be that.
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Sunken on 21-11-2008
My unheard thoughts
Hello Mr. Munster. To be frank, I just thank god that my thoughts are unheard. I swear I'd be arrested, or at least slapped across the face a few times if ever they became audible. I blame girls who wear next to nothing. How do they do that during these inclement months anyway? As you can see, your poem has given me food for thought. It's all your fault (-;

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Well you are free to make your thoughts heard any time, I always look forward to you reading my work and the comments are welcome,

Tony (All Blacks one Munster Nearly).

BaBy_PoeT on 23-11-2008
My unheard thoughts
hey i think you and me might just share similar thoughts when trying to sleep lol....but a very enjoyable write..
take care
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sunky... feel free to make your thoughts and opinions heard..

Author's Reply:
We seem to fall into two types those that can readily forget the rigours of the day and sleep sound.
And the others who can only sleep with a clear mind, I will have to master the latter.

Thanks for reading your thoughts are truly appreciated.

Tony

artisus on 08-02-2009
My unheard thoughts
Like me, you will never sleep
searching for your inner self.

Do you mean "you will never sleep in order to search for your inner self" (sleep as a tool for self-awareness) or "you will never sleep because you are (or - while) searching for your inner sleep" (insomniac sleep disruption of self-awareness - a obsessive cogitation of one's existence) ?

it's thoughtprovoking.

Author's Reply:
Hi Nikki, well that's a hard one, I am on of those who finds it easy to sleep if the mind is blank and free from stress.
I was thinking back to my younger days,when you were having a great dream and my mum woke me/
however the opposite was always the case with a nightmare you were never woken except by sudden shock of falling from a height or something horrid happening
Thanks for the read.


You wear it well (posted on: 14-11-08)
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Rings adorn her fingers, memories of days gone by. Some good some bad, others she wished she never had. Little make-up to cover that beautiful face, harsh times have had little effect. Why do some try to hide such a gift behind an expensive masquerade? Her eyes are so bright by day or by night, deep with colour, but open for all to see. Tears cannot hide her occasional fears as they roll down and moisten her cheek. A diamond eclipsed by her almost naked neck, stuck out at times. It's the neck that charms the jewellery and puts it in its place. Pieces so easily replaced, but she will charm forever. Lace covers her strong but feminine shoulders, so much to bear. But with her will and energy she will always move things on and makes space for all, she never wishes to placate. Black covers her torso, where wonders do unfold. It's a colour that flatters few; but she can lift it with her warmth, to be as bright as the colour blue... A fine pair of legs some will never see. She barely shows her amazing white satin flesh, all but below the knee Open shoes show off her sexy, almost naked feet. So perfect, to steady this racy, fine work of art. Some woman she is, a wonder from tip to toe. She is everything to me, she's my human rainbow.
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Sunken on 16-11-2008
You wear it well
Ahhhh. I wondered where you were going with this, Mr. Munster my good fellow. For some reason I thought she was a corpse. I need to get out more. An imaginative write and no mistake.

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Author's Reply:
Thanks sunks. always good to receive your thoughts

len on 16-11-2008
You wear it well
There's something dark in these lovely descriptions....Almost HAUNTING...len

Author's Reply:
Hi Len, yeah life can be so tough for us all some can hide most cannot.
Thanks for taking the time to read.


Apples and orchards (posted on: 07-11-08)
Only the brave pick the best fruit

I wandered into an orchard this autumn day, the wind has blown so much recently. The ground had become a red and green carpet, there were bad apples lying all around. Some big, some small, the wind didn't differentiate at all. But up in the branches there was still fruit to bear. And up towards the very top of the tree, there was the brightest apple looking down. Dare I climb to the top and pick it just for me? She cried out 'I want to be picked, please, please come and get me'. The decision was done and climbing had begun. She looked down with small glee, her heart in her mouth, frightened. She was worried for me as I climbed up the tree. I pulled her gently from the branch and clutched her firmly in my hand. You should see her smile and with out a doubt she was as happy as could be. It sure was worth the time and risk to rescue that little red pippin, who now means so much to me. So never doubt all you would be romantics out there, if you value anything so dear, to give all it takes and to even risk your life, for someone you hold so dear and to make that special person feel the apple of your eye.
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artisus on 07-11-2008
Apples and orchards
Nothing truer Tony, only the brave pick the best fruit. Glad I read it. If there was something I hadn't understood about your style, I think I got it here. Cheers.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for taking the time out to read my poem, glad you enjoyed.
I hope I am slowly getting to grips with the world of writing.

Tony

Jolen on 08-11-2008
Apples and orchards
Hi Tony
Good to see you posting again. I agree, the ending is a bit overkill, but the rest of this works beautifully.

blessings,
Jolen

Author's Reply:
Hi Jolen, how are you, thanks for the comments, I try not to dictate, more trying to get the reader to reflect and personalise the work, make it theirs maybe I'm offbeat

Tony

Sunken on 08-11-2008
Apples and orchards
It's good to see you sticking at it, Mr. Munster. This is, in my sunky opinion, one of your best. I hope you'll accept a Bernard. It's not quite a nib, but they appear to be a bit thin on the ground these days. Worry not though. Both Ms. Ditty and my bad self are planning to raid the nib warehouse very soon. Thank you.

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Author's Reply:
The top bark is extremely welcome thanks sunks, Glad you liked the piece.

Ionicus on 08-11-2008
Apples and orchards
Well done Tony. A very good poem and a nice read. I too would cut out the last three lines. It would retain a certain mystery and then it would be up to the readers to understand the metaphor. I can see that you wanted to use the expression 'the apple of your eye' but it is not essential as you have already made your point in the preceding lines.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Luigi, I can see the need to allow some mystery.

I am very much at the start of writing and all comments are welcome.

Tony

freya on 21-11-2008
Apples and orchards
Tony, I've read a number of your pieces by now, and for me the experience was like opening a 'found' journal, full of personal observations and impressions. I particularly enjoyed ( and relate to) this particular reflection, and the way you use the metaphor of apple for girlchild/woman. The whole brings to mind the story of Eve, her vulnerability and innocence, then her fall. It is touching that your narrator risks a fall himself to choose her above all others. It also reminds me of myself as child climbing trees in an orchard garden. More than anything that was an escape from the reality of my life, and certainly I dreamed of rescue. In fact, one of the first poems I ever wrote was about those climbing days. I called it Pegasus to describe the longing I felt for an imaginary horse to fly me away. You can see why I relate to your poem!

I could suggest some editing Tony, but like most others, I think the showing via description says it all, and you do not need to drive any message home beyond 'that little red pippin who now means so much to me'. There's empathy, tenderness and sweetness here that I like very much. Shelagh 🙂



Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading my poems, it is a great help for me and will keep moving my thoughts forward.
I really enjoyed reading your work and again by reading others it will further my own.
Thanks again Shelagh.



The ground we walk (posted on: 19-10-08)
The ground we walk and the sky that we see.




When walking along the twisty lane on the hard crisp ground,
It's the time of the year when you hear your feet touch the ground.
Deep frost is in there and not a live seed to be seen.
Wait, don't be hasty, what's that beauty?...there are snow drops what a wonderful sight.
Almost all is asleep for those shortest of days and those cold winter nights.
You take a deep breath and the air exhaled turns to steam.
But it's so clear that your lungs feel real clean, your breath shortens but so does your step, not likely to run or break into a sweat.
No, it's that time of year for a safe steady stride.
Whilst walking along with wide open eyes, you have such transparent and clear views
With those bare stricken trees, although it makes them less bothered by the westerly breeze.
It's a clear blue sky and winter light has more clarity and often so bright.
Few shadows to hide the wonders of life, the sun is much shorter but there are less
things to hide.
The moon seems these days to hang around for most of the time, is he also admiring his moments with us too?
The passage of time moves very slowly, winters are long whilst summers seem short.
So walk in the world whenever you can, because life is refreshing whatever we plan.
And life has its constants; we should never doubt there's such fun that's ahead when the sun comes out.
Breathe in breathe out, for living is what life's really about.



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jay12 on 20-10-2008
The ground we walk
I agree with the last line entirely! but I do hate the dark nights and the cold!

Author's Reply:
Hi Jay thanks for the comment, its appreciated.

Sunken on 22-10-2008
The ground we walk
I quite like the autumn/winter seasons. I have a penchant for standing in the shadows. In a former life I believe that I may have been a gatepost. It would explain that smell of dog pee too. Or is that my cheap aftershave? Nice one, Munster.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks, always great to receive your comments.

Thanks Tony

artisus on 25-10-2008
The ground we walk
beautiful images and ideas, a great message.
However, in my humble opinion the first two lines need editing


When walking along the twisty lane on the hard crisp ground,
It’s the time of the year when you hear your feet touch the ground.


When walking along the twisty lane on the hard ground,
It’s the time of the year when you hear your feet's crispy sound.

Something like that.

Cheers


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artisus on 25-10-2008
The ground we walk
oops, footsteps' crispy sound

Author's Reply:
Hi thanks for the comments
Tony


How many times (posted on: 06-10-08)
I'm not made of rubber

How many times can I fall from grace? How many times can I be put in my place? How many times can I hit the floor? How many times can I run into that wretched door? How many times can I fall off that bloody wall? How quickly we rise, but not as quick as we fall... But ''neigh mind'', they say, he bounces back just like that rubber ball... No matter what they say, I know one day, that ball will bounce no more For what goes up, surely must come down. But what goes down goes down forever. So when I'm down and finally out, will you jump up and down on my tomb.
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Sunken on 06-10-2008
How many times
I once knew a girl who had a penchant for tombs. I had a penchant for her and so spent many a freezing afternoon trying to hone my maudlin ways. Sadly, in the end, she found someone far more depressing than me. That's right, Munster, she started dating a bloke who worked for Currys (the electrical store). I was gutted and no mistake. Your poem has awoken many issues. I must go and deal them, but not before I've watch deal or no deal. I'll have a 'p' please Noel.

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Author's Reply:
yeah its amazing how we can be trod on so many times, only to get up and go again.

comments always read with great interest

Sunken on 08-10-2008
How many times
Of course, Munster, I meant to say, 'I must go and deal with them' as opposed to 'I must go and deal them'. I blame a personal zinc withdrawal for this mistake. I have since purchased capsules from Tesco that should have my levels back to normal very soon.
I hope this helps.
Thank you, Munster.

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Bradene on 11-10-2008
How many times
A very thought provoking piece well written . love Val x

Author's Reply:
Hi Val, thanks for the comment, I penned this poem on a down beat.
Its one thing for sure, that is shared by all at some point.

Tony (Munster).


My ray of light (posted on: 03-10-08)
we strive to find love

The sun is weak and its visits are short and sweet. When the nights roll in so quickly there is such light in my life. Throughout the cold dark days there is warmth within my heart. Snow falls upon the ground but my burning heart could melt it all away. In those early days of spring I feel alive and free. The moon always seems to look at me and me at himare we slightly mad? The wind whips up into a wild frenzy, but my mind seems also very calm. The rain is constant these stormy days but my life is sheltered by my B. The clouds roll rapidly in but my thoughts are quite clear and true. The sun returns to our shores but it had never left my mind. The grass seems to have crept up without being seen, love occupies my thoughts. Isn't our world such a wonderful place, so inspiring a place to share...? So why do we turn our back on such tranquillity, I wouldn't even dare... And spoil our lifetime's find; a love so profound we see safety all around. Should we not respect her, at least as we have known to love? And cherish and keep her safe. For the next millennium at least.
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Sunken on 03-10-2008
My ray of light
Hello Mr. Munster. I liked this, but I did wonder what the 'B' was about in this line -

''The rain is constant these stormy days but my life is sheltered by my B.''

I can only think it stands for 'brolly' which I believe to be a slang term for an umbrella, ella, ella, ella... Damn that Rihanna! No, then again don't. She's so hot. Ahem. Sorry. Yes. Another fine sub with pro eco overtones. You might be interested to note that you can actually recycle this comment. Simply change the letters around until you get something that makes more sense. It shouldn't be too difficult. Nice one, Munster.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks, thanks for the read and your comments.
B is like an umbrella, so far as she has become a very important part of me, she has allowed me to trust, she has shown me how to rise above all that was bothering me, to believe in myself again, she has given me so much inspiration to write and when I thought the time had passed me by, she showed me love beyond all belief.
She truly is my B.
Thanks Again.


O' Mighty Oak (posted on: 29-09-08)
Tall and graceful

O' naked oak in the cold winter's morn, how mighty you look, even in the watery Winter sunlight. How something so grand could flourish from the smallest acorn falling from another, it almost beggars belief. You flatter the least knowledgeable botanist, as every one feels they know you. ''I think that's an oak tree'' I often hear them say. Many a story was told down below at the base of the old `door'. If only you could talk, how many stories would be told...? A tree of legends and a wood carvers dream You are truly the king of the forest, you just stand there, year upon year. Barely moving, you totally dominate the landyet in a very grand and graceful way. When bare of leaf, your branches almost suggest pure symmetry, giving you a dome like appearance. Whilst carrying the fresh falls of snow, you give a fantastic off season glow... When the west wind comes and your heavy arm like branches shake off the powder, what seems like a pure rant is merely you dusting yourself down. I can almost hear you pray for that warm spring like day, when your buds explode and cover you once more in that wonderful sea of green.
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Sunken on 30-09-2008
O Mighty Oak
Ahh the sensitivity of the rugby player. It never ceases to impress. You take a mighty oak and give it fragility. I can't help but wonder if this is a refection of your good self, Mr. Munster. It's good to see you back on uka. Please except a Bernard.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks thanks for the comment, I worked this piece on a Lawrence theme, it is about fragility of us all,
no matter how big or small.
Thanks also for the bark.

artisus on 06-10-2008
O Mighty Oak
A good and deep poem Munster, and very beautiful images probably because you know how to look at nature.

Author's Reply:
Hi thanks so much for the comments they are much appreciated.

Tony


Reflections (posted on: 26-09-08)
Yes its me

I walk slowly through the rain, hardly troubled by this mini monsoon, The wind was wild, but gentle thoughts flowed through my mind. I have no umbrella to keep me dry, like my life open to the elements, It can be real cruel at times, but I am nobodies fool. Troubles are far away, behind, distant, but not a forgotten past, To balance the future is so important, to help my own forward motion. I stopped for just a moment to ponder my life where exactly am I. A small pool of water lay before me I was able to see my reflection, Did I like what I could visualize that day; I am not nave just honest that's all. Is it true do I really like me am I happy with whom I am? Is that a worry line or maybe a frown I see in this natural God given mirror? No it's just a ripple as the wind picks up again and stirs the little pool. Do I need to hold my breath or does reality dawn that quick? Just because I am years down the road of life, doesn't mean I can always readily grasp a situation or indeed take stock and have all the answers that one might need to succeed. I truly believe we never get to realise all the answers to many 0f our questions, Most will remain unanswered long after our life's have past, Even though we try to pass our wisdom on to others, to speed this process up. Indeed, it is not always seen as being helpful to those who are close. And it's with good intentions that I can look back at last and feel good. Like the reflection in the pond it hid nothing it was the honest truth. And like many before me I did my best for all I knew and that is so very important to us all...
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artisus on 10-10-2008
Reflections
a very interesting piece and this is the line that is absolutely great:

Do I need to hold my breath or does reality dawn that quick?


Author's Reply:
Hi I am so glad you liked the piece, to receive comments like yours makes writing so worthwhile.
Enjoy and thanks Tony


I came upon a gallery (posted on: 20-06-08)
I came upon a gallery by chance I must add

It was full of beautiful works of art. But how many others had seen this fine art before? How many had rushed through, only noticing the views? How many stopped to understand and admire the beauty from within, all so soon some will barely be able to tell the story of the wonder that was before their eyes. An hour later, some a day, a week, a month, will they remember? Maybe. Will it be a picture in the mind of the beauty that lay before them? Most importantly, what is behind that beauty? Like a fine masterpiece that has nothing to hide, the artist lets you step inside, from top to bottom, or bottom to top. You couldn't help but to let your mind wander inside this fine work of art. During my study of this masterpiece, I found freedom of being and expression. There was a sense of humour and an openness. There I found intrigue, and obvious love for all things that deserve and want to be loved. I found an understanding of how others think, how they react, how they behave. I found a deep sense of care and the need to be cared for. The pictures listened to me and gauged my reaction. It never spoke, it only listened, all I wanted I had to glean. How clever had this artist been, with this wonderful work of art. Beauty is just but skin deep, it is below the skin we find the real you.
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orangedream on 20-06-2008
I came upon a gallery
Beauty is but skin deep, sure enough Tony.

Your love of art certainly shows in this poem. I wonder if in fact you paint at all. I like to have a dabble now and then. Am absolutely hopeless but I lose myself and really enjoy it, which is the main thing.

Enjoyed your poem probably almost as much as you obviously enjoyed writing it.

Tina

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Jolen on 26-06-2008
I came upon a gallery
I really enjoyed this, Tony. You convey so much of what art can hold for us, as well as the truth of your final line. It's good to be reading your work again and I pray this finds you well.

blessings,
Jolen

Author's Reply:
Hi Jolen, thanks for taking the time to read and always glad to receive your comments.

Tony


Michelangelo (posted on: 13-06-08)
Poem/faction

I compare such beauties to your vibrant works. We all recall the Sistine Chapel, but there was so much more to you. You work was often halted by lackluster beings; You were drawn to Rome, possibly against your will. Very often having to yield to others, at times when more appetizers fuelled your desire When I imagine your great mind it's easy to understand, You created timeless great works of art throughout the land... They live on in memory of you no matter what. Life, looking through your eyes, must have been of constant wondrous surprise, From childlike to adult in tempestuous fleeting moments. Inspiration from...I would love to know where. One of life's true masters of the natural, self nurtured kind, we all draw on life's natural resources and I felt you did too? Where do we start, where do we end, when thoughts flood our minds. It's often through ageing eyes do we realise what its all about; The value of the world around and its beauty truly profound. You dedicated your life to other's requests, but everything you made was of gold. I would have so liked to have been within a cocked hat of you. But who I am cannot change and neither could you, So I will have to just try and make do. Your favoured simple life will give me inspiration, to be just me.
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artisus on 13-06-2008
Michelangelo
I am not sure I got the following lines

I would have so liked to have been within a cocked hat of you.

But who I am cannot change and neither could you,
So I will have to just try and make do.

but I liked your poem very much!

cheers

Nicoletta

Author's Reply:
Well the saying Cocked hat,Is that we envy or would like to share that talent, or come close to being as good at something, as a particular person.
You are right about the last two lines I should probably have dropped, the So I will just have to try and make do.
Does that make sense.


Thanks Nicoletta.

artisus on 13-06-2008
Michelangelo
we are talking about Michelangelo here, I think you should perhaps get rid of this line, you're welcome

Author's Reply:
Many thanks for that and I will welcome any further comments.

Tony

delph_ambi on 13-06-2008
Michelangelo
Apart from the mention of Rome and the Sistine Chapel, this is all very abstract. I think it would be stronger if more specific, ie referencing various works that Michelangelo produced, and why they mean so much to the narrator.

Author's Reply:
Hi it is possibly that way, I tried to concentrate on the beauty of all his work in the face of adversity, as he was controlled by Rome, he started so many pieces that never got finished due to people going off ideas or running short of funds, so it was trying to encapsulate his frustration and the fact that he rose above all that.
Have I waffled

Thanks for your comments they are most welcome .

Sunken on 14-06-2008
Michelangelo
Hello Mr. Munster. I don't know much about this Michael bloke. Did he once have a statue of himself made with his balls hanging out? I may have the wrong bloke. Anyway, at least you subbed. It's more than I do. I blame apathy and a lack of sex. Nice one, Munster.

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Author's Reply:
Hi how is your weekend, thanks for the comment. Are you referring to the statue of David. (perhaps).

Tony


How much time (posted on: 09-06-08)
Do we know?

When I was driving home late last night, I came across a frightened creature, A little bunny running away, He was caught by my bright lights; But he need not worry or be in fear, I slowed down and let him pass, why, Because I had time. I woke this morning to a sunlit day, And drove into work the very same way, I past two pheasants having a chat, Not a bother of me being near. They need not fear, I was no threat to them, why. Because I had time. Further along my merry way. I saw that bunny from yesterday; This time he stopped and starred. He was not afraid to stay, he knew why, Because I had time, I passed a Woman with her Dog, Looking frantic at first glance, She was not prepared to take a chance, But when she saw me slowing down, She smiled and waved away her frown, Why, because I had time. If we take the time to stop for a while If we consider others, How good will that make us feel, There is no better way to improve your day. Slow your self down and make time..?
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Emerald on 09-06-2008
How much time
I hate seeing dead animals in the road, sadly too many of us are in a rush, we forget to think of all the other road users - a good message for drivers to slow down!

Emma x


Author's Reply:
Hi Emma, thanks for taking the time to read and comment I appreciate it very much.

Tony

MywordsandI on 09-06-2008
How much time
A little soft for my liking, more like a christen moral reading.

But you have a valid point, I detest car hoppers, the people who feel obligated to overtake in congestion, they manage to get to point B 30 seconds faster, but have no need to be there. You could have put the message across with tragedy, but that is me and my dark side, ‘Bunny’ is just cute ideal for Postman Pat.

Please don’t be offended I just a prat!

I am confused at the question mark at the end, are you asking a question or making a statement?

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red-dragon on 09-06-2008
How much time
Good sentiments - if only...we are all arush. However, recently, I HAVE started to slow down when driving (maybe it's those boys in blue?) and journeys are a lot less stressful for all concerned! Ann

Author's Reply:
Maybe it is the boys in blue, I tried to relate this to most things in life, we seem to be much more relaxed in work and play if we take our time.

Thanks for your comments Ann much appreciated.

eddiesolo on 10-06-2008
How much time
Excellent point and a good poem.

It is nice when we calm ourselves and not hurry, pity some folk still go like a bat out of hell.

Enjoyed.

Si:-)



Author's Reply:
Yeah, I think the whole thing needs to change, I don't mean go backwards but just slow the pace down and have more thought about ourselves and others.

Thanks Si

orangedream on 10-06-2008
How much time
'What is this life, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare ...'

These were wise words spoken by William Henry Davies.

And so are yours, Tony. Enjoyed.

Tina:-)

Author's Reply:
Its just so true Tina, we see it all the time people running on moving pavements running up and down escalators.
the benefits of automation have been lost on us.
Thanks for taking the time out to read.

Tony

Sunken on 11-06-2008
How much time
There was a documentary on tv recently about a man who goes around collecting roadkill. He freezes them and cooks them at his leisure. I blame his parents. Apparently badgers taste like beefburgers. Tell ya what, Munster, I wouldn't go to a barbecue at his house (-;

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Author's Reply:
Hi Mr Sunks, my Barbt's are far to boring, plane old bangers.
But you would be welcome anytime. thanks for the comments they are always appreciated.

Tony


Garden Cafe (posted on: 06-06-08)
She reminded me of my Nan

There is a quaint caf, set in a beautiful garden; I call it my local, It would be more apt if I called my loak'annualy. I frequent it when ever I remember, as it is no longer on the main road. At least once, twice, maybe even three times in one year. It's bypassed now and bypassed in my mind sometimes. The lady behind the counter reminded me of my dear Nan, But she had long gone, to old for this modern era. How I miss her like, always friendly and profoundly gracious. Well the waitress arrived right at my side my usual please... You remember, surely, carrot cake and a cappuccino; f`wat she said. F`wat, do you mean what, I thought for a second, but never made reference. How can it be I was devastated where have all the Irish gone? Don't get me wrong I am not racist, maybe just a relic from the past... I looked around and the old rickity tables had all but disappeared, Only to be replaced by Flat pack pine look alike furnishings. The waiting staff watched anxiously for the table to be vacated. There is another Bum, anxiously awaiting my seat. My God dare I even nip to the loo, or would my food be cleared from my plate. The last bastions are going so fast why, ''is this what we really want''? Well living in a global village we are faced with constant change But we sometimes, as with all good lessons, need to look to the past And those who had mastered most before. Changes are okay but let's not forget the importance of communication And friendly banter, it only takes a second to be polite, And a small price to pay for success.
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orangedream on 06-06-2008
Garden Cafe
How your last stanza rang true, Tony. Again, you say much in your poem that we could all do with listening to and acting upon.

Written from the heart again, I feel.

Tina;-)

Author's Reply:
Hi Tina, many thanks I thought long and hard about this one, I didn't want people to think I was stereotyping anyone,

Tony

Sunken on 07-06-2008
Garden Cafe
It's hard to be a regular in an irregular world. I blame round holes and er... something to do with pegs. No, it's no good. I've lost my thread. Does this happen to you, Mr. Munster? Enjoyed your piece. Sorry about the comment.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Hows things with Mr Sunks,I think its about cake and eat it, we want new tech but old fashioned values.
Thanks for the comments.


Leopards never change (posted on: 02-06-08)
Should we ever go back

When you are hastily chased by visions of the past and they constantly haunt your mind like demons, by being the one who compromises your true worth. For someone who doesn't want to see you for your honesty and would rather champion your troubled past, tell you it's all so wonderful and it will never happen again. Because you are easy pray or on the rebound they say. Impetuous moments should never conquer us and leave you devoid of thought. Throw off the shackles and move your life on with due haste. If they are out to cause you ill, cast them aside to regain the real you It was never your wrong doing, it was deceit that ruled. You would wonder how it can be so hard to find the perfect start? We give out chances all so often, believing the vast statements of intent, only to be felled once again much further down the lane of life. People say all the right words but actions always tell. So if it's honesty you want and honesty you give, then that's fine by me. But just remember one simple truth - leopards never change their spots. The past story is just that the words change, but the story remains the same So if you are thinking of the best thing for you, it's forward momentum. Not to look back, never look back, the road ahead is the only way for you.
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Sunken on 02-06-2008
Leopards never change
Hello Mr. Munster. I'll read this again when my heads working right. I have a feeling that there's more to it than first meets the eye. Having said that, I am having problems with my contact lenses. I blame cheap imports. I'll be back, but unlike Arnie I won't oil up.

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Author's Reply:
Well Mr Sunks, how are you getting on with the Tina Turner campaign.
The poem was about me and so many like me that are very trusting, and very often get burnt.
Glad you read it and thanks for the comments

orangedream on 03-06-2008
Leopards never change
There certainly is much food for thought in this poem, Tony and I agree with Sunken that it needs to be read a few times.

Admirable sentiments you express here and in the main, good advice for us all to follow.


Tina:-)


Author's Reply:
Hi Tina, thanks for taking the time to read, trust and relationships a tricky one, we hope that we can find the recipe for success.

Tony


The wave that never left (posted on: 30-05-08)
That wave

You came to call on St. Stephen's Day. You hurried in, not worrying about what lay ahead. Swept in with a ferocious high sea agenda. Not caring who you left in your wake. I got the call, it was from my mother, I turned on the TV, Frozen in shock that cold winters morn... A tsunami you saywhat the blazes is that? I, like everyone that sad day, running for a dictionary. Frantic, I couldn't even spell it let alone understand it. It was hopefully a cruel dream and would eventually fall away, It never did... I must be dreaming, but sure I was not, how could this be? These things never happen to you or me. Well I am afraid to say it hit home that day. You touched so many families and left so many with grief, Mental and physical torture well beyond belief. Some had good fortunes, good stories to tell. My family, like others lived through incredible long days And the darkest of nights, not knowing any good news or bad news. The waiting was hell But we escaped almost unscathed, although fear will always be there. Others, so sad to say, were never as lucky that God awful day. Lord, you so truly work in such a mysterious way. Its all so often we hear the news another tragedy unfolds, Let's look to the future and hope we can keep those big waves at bay It is with great pride and the utmost respect for all the people of those affected areas in Asia, such wonderful people, reaping the ill rewards of our wildly sewn seeds of economic destruction. The courage you showed and the compassion for all others during that tragic time, will always live deep in my mind and it brought me to write this.
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Sunken on 30-05-2008
The wave that never left
Hello Mr. Munster. It's strange to think that most of us had never heard of the word, tsunami, before that particular day. I remember watching the death toll figures rise on a muted plasma screen as I scoffed a pub lunch. The full extent wasn't really known then. My stomach knows no shame. A strong sub. Well done.

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Author's Reply:
Thanks for the comment Sunks, it did hit home very hard, and we all felt close to the whole episode. we live and hope there wont be a next time.

Tony

orangedream on 31-05-2008
The wave that never left
I second your profound words, Tony.

I agree with Mr. Sunken - 'A strong sub. Well done'

Tina

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Beside the lazy river (posted on: 30-05-08)
Games people play

It winds its way around this sometimes strange land, Playing its own little game of solo. Nature decides its forever changing path; Like a little game, twisting, turning and never returning. I stop and look for a place to pause and fish awhile. I cast out my line into a deep shadow covered pool, Blind almost, to what lies below, it's a guessing game. Carried along by the slightest of currents... It's a battle of wills, who is trying to outfox who? Is that ripple, a small air bubble I see? This game is being played out for what seems like hours, to me... But eventually he tires, and drops his courage's guard, Caught, he is on the hook, the bait taken, thrashing around gasping for freedom. I reel him in concerned for his wellbeing, lay him on my lap, his heart's racing, I remove this barbaric hook gently from his lip. Take a look and stroke his slippery scaly skin, pause, then gently lower him safely back into the water. I ask myself a serious question was it worth it for me, or for him; Who had learned a valuable lesson, was he testing my conscience, Was I testing his will, have we both gleaned anything from life's lesson. Will I just walk or wade and enjoy the pleasure of this place? Or will this farce be repeated again and again, until I breathe my last
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Sunken on 31-05-2008
Beside the lazy river
I've never been fishing, Mr. Munster. I don't like their eyes, especially when they're dead. I've had goldfish, but they never seem to last very long. How helpful are you finding this comment? Did you know that fish have very short memories? This is why you never see them playing chess. I don't play chess either. It's too complicated and I don't like the way that the king and queen lord it over the pawns. Nice poem. Thank you.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks, its a play on peace and tranquility, people playing games with the vulnerable, animal, human.
Thanks for the comment. enjoy the weekend.

orangedream on 31-05-2008
Beside the lazy river
"Will I just walk or wade and enjoy the pleasure of this place?"

If only more of us did just that, Tony. A beautiful poem, with commendable sentiment that I identify with one hundred percent.

Tina

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Baby Cole (posted on: 26-05-08)
A very special child

You are a miracle child, your Ma and Pa's little gem. You were born out of hope that became a reality. We worry about you night and day as you grow and grow along the way, you have been through so much and stay always in my thoughts. And you are the bravest little battler I have ever known. You are a fun filled child with an incredible smile, just one look from you will make the toughest heart melt. Your grandad thinks of you and becomes incredibly proud. You are trying to talk and words won't come out; but with your way, it's so easy to say, we just feel every word you want to say. You are a loving child and it's easy to see why, with you, we are so honoured to share your little world. And life will always be special for me with you there. Cole is one of God's wonders that will always add quality to life. Little Cole every time I think of you a brightness enters my life.
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orangedream on 27-05-2008
Baby Cole
Tony, you write with such love and passion. It is a beautiful poem and tribute to little Cole.

I can somewhate identify with your words here. My grandson, who is thirteen now, has always been what the family describes as 'special'. He has autism, albeit mildly, but he is a brave little lad and at the moment is winning his battle with this crazy thing we call life.

An inspiring poem which I enjoyed. Thank you for sharing.

Tina:-)

Author's Reply:
Hi Tina, yeah he is a right little tryer, we worry about our Children, until its time to worry about our grandchildren.
All part of life.
Thanks for the comments always appreciated.

Tony

Sunken on 29-05-2008
Baby Cole
He sounds like a special little fella, Mr. Munster. I'm sure he'll appreciate this in years to come and no mistake.

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Author's Reply:
Thanks Sunks, he is an amazing little chap. he will get there, he is a battler.

Tony


When do you know your in love (posted on: 23-05-08)
Written about someone very special, who has inspired me to write this piece and many others.

When do you know you're in love? You wake in the morning thinking nice thoughts. All day long you are mixed up in a happy way. Nothing bothers you it's all a breeze, life is lived with such incredible ease. Your friends are aware of the happiness that's there. You go to places in incredible haste, only to forget why you went there. You have romantic thoughts that appear from nowhere. You think of the one you love and life seems timeless. You kiss them on the lips and you become breathless. The anticipation of seeing them again makes you fit to burst. You want to hold them forever incredibly tight. You love everything about them from morning till night. When I think of you my whole being has a glow, I feel full of colour like a love sick rainbow. My life is filled with images of you.... It's just the true magic of you, it's a loving thing.
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orangedream on 23-05-2008
When do you know your in love
Gosh, Tony - whoever it is does certainly sound very special indeed.

I could particularly identify with one line of your poem:-

'You go to places in incredible haste, only to forget why you went there.'

Enjoyed!

Tina;-)

Author's Reply:
Hi Tina, I think we have all had heady days, we just hope they last.
Thanks for your comments.

Tony


Under the Starlit sky (posted on: 23-05-08)
written with one eye on the future.

Under the starlit sky we can rekindle memories of times gone by. Let this be the awakening to a brighter future for us all. We can dream of a new dawn and the happiness it may bring. Every time we see the stars, do we dream of new beginnings? We can see such beauty in the night sky and wonderment. Are we reaching too far or is this just the start of special times. Well old Bear, don't just stop and stare, tell me what's it like up there. The constellations are like lifea revelation, sometimes trying, I know. Is that the ploughwhat a shapewho looked up there and named you? He must have been in awe, or are you thinking that of us too. And who tipped Hercules upside down? We can't possibly turn him around. We all live quite happily under the Milky Way, now and again our minds stray. Many sailors have sailed across the treacherous seas only to arrive safe because of you. Many people try to predict the future because of you, will any come true? Well, we like thousands before and many more to come, will always cherish you. Stars may only come out at night but they live in our lives forever.
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orangedream on 23-05-2008
Under the Starlit sky
Being an avid stargazer, I really enjoyed this Tony.

"We, like thousands before and many more to come, will always cherish you."

Hopefully, we will.


Tina:-)


Author's Reply:
Hi, yeah its a fact, we all stargaze at some point, some own up to it others stargaze but dismiss it.
Thanks Tina

Tony

Bradene on 23-05-2008
Under the Starlit sky
I love it when the stars are visible, but these days to see them really well you have to be out back of beyond with all the light pollution. a fine poem. Val

Author's Reply:
Hi Val, glad you enjoyed the poem, its something as you say thats rare, but spectacular when we get to see them.

eddiesolo on 23-05-2008
Under the Starlit sky
Nice sentiments in this and I liked the rhyming in this-

Milky-Way/stray-you/true.

Good stuff, enjoyed reading.

Si:-)



Author's Reply:
Hi Si, glad you like the piece, I enjoyed writing it.

Thanks,Tony

Sunken on 23-05-2008
Under the Starlit sky
Another little gem from the burly rugby player. I'm assuming you're burly. If you ever need a goal post give me a shout (-; Nice one, Munster.

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Author's Reply:
Hi Sunks, depends how you define burly. a mouse would think I am.
Its great to see argos doing well in the league.

Thanks Tony

Emerald on 24-05-2008
Under the Starlit sky
I'm pretty useless at spotting all the different constellations, yet I love star gazing because it gives an infinity of imagination - enjoyed this (to me) very philosophical poem

Emma x


Author's Reply:
Hi Emma, thanks for the comments, I would enjoy stargazing, although research helps a lot.
Glad you enjoyed the work.

Tony.


Spring and things (posted on: 16-05-08)
Spring Challenge

Spring and things Why has spring sprung and not just arrived like every other season? Maybe it's the one season we appear to wait for, where the others just seem to arrive. Why do the clocks spring forward and then in the autumn fall back? Seems awful daft just to move the day an hour away from the night and gain the smallest amount of extra light. And why after the lazy dark winters do we suddenly start to spring clean? Does this mean we live in hovels for the three seasons, spring's between? When we should be walking in the lanes, smelling the pollen; looking at the wild flowers dancing in the ever growing light. What's so special about spring lambdoes lamb at any other time taste so different? Why sure it does, in spring everything feels and tastes good after the cold short days and long winter nights. We eagerly wait for this time of year. Are we all not waiting with baited breath, in anticipation of the coming days and so full of the joys of spring? The winter has taken care of all the leaves and decay, it's so fresh, we are blessed with a blank canvas almost every day. To see them trees standing with ease, in fullness of leaf after that long winter breeze. Smell the freshness of a spring day after that brief April shower. Take in the joys of being able to enjoy the world's garden with its vibrant abundance of colour. Like wild animals coming out of hibernation, we realise other people live here too, its time to say 'Hello, how do you do, haven't seen you in months!' Maybe the eye catches another as we spring happily around. A lost love perhaps or a new one to be found? Children play happily and safe in the street with who knows? New friends, old friends, all having their chance to meet. Make the most of spring, do your own thing and who knows what this season's rewards might be?
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Bradene on 16-05-2008
Spring and things
This is a lovely celebration of Spring, enjoyed the read, I was happy to see you taking part and really hope you will join us again. Val x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Val, hope I kept within the guide, enjoyed putting this together.
With a little help from someone dear.

e-griff on 16-05-2008
Spring and things
Nice sentiments (so glad you resisted the temptation to use '...might bring' in the final line! 🙂 )

glad you joined in.

Author's Reply:
thanks for reading the poem, its great to be part of the site,I am enjoying reading all the excellent work.

delph_ambi on 16-05-2008
Spring and things
Strange isn't it, but spring lamb really does seem to taste different. There's something special about this season, which you've captured well in this gentle, rambling poem.

Author's Reply:
It is strange alright, they must be leaner, at an early age. glad you like the poem.
Thanks

teifii on 17-05-2008
Spring and things
I liked your magpie one better as I feel it was more thought out and feel this could do with a bit of pondering. But then there wasn't much time, I know. I think it has a lot of promise.
As to spring lamb, I hate to cast a shadow on the happy picture, but they taste special because they are very young' lambs are born in the spring.
Daff

Author's Reply:
Hi, yeah it does, I use to breed sheep, it was just a play on the word.
I enjoyed the challenge all the same.

eddiesolo on 17-05-2008
Spring and things
For me this falls slightly at the wayside due to formating. It needs clipping and rearranging to be most affective.

But, there are some good lines and I thought, a fine read.

Si:-)





Author's Reply:
Hi Si, thanks for the read and valued comments.

Ionicus on 18-05-2008
Spring and things
A good read and nicely worded. I agree with eddiesolo that the format could do with a bit of editing but nothing drastic.

Author's Reply:
Hi, many thanks for reading the piece, comments always welcomed.


Magpie (posted on: 16-05-08)
A little bird told me

Why is it one for sorrow, is it like with like, As you are on your own, should we be sorrowful, And all alone too, if we salute you and it suits you, Will it really make amends? Is it you Mr Magpie, in your penguin like suit, do you decide? And its joy all the way if there's two, am I right, bit one sided this debate. Three for a girl and four for a boy, are you groupies too? By the way what's with the hint of blue, strange that? You look like your wearing a cravat; all you need now is a top hat. Five for silver and six for gold, determined by you can this be true, You are not only in charge of our destiny, but our fortunes as well. Acting like a miniature vulture in the sky, you barely leave the dead to cool, before you rip at the carcase, a savage you are. And why do you hoard, do you feel the need to stock up, or are you just plain board, Or is that what seven is all about, will we ever find out? They say eight is a wish, so will I wish for you to change your ways, Stop preying on the innocent, and become a likeable little chap. Nine for a kiss, now you are talking little beak, I am off to find Five and Six to increase my wealth and then three and nine for the rest of time.
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Andrea on 16-05-2008
Magpie
There're a pair of magpie's living in next doors pine tree, seems like they've been there forever, but lifespan is only 4-6 years, so they can't have been. Do you think they pass on their tree to their children?

Apparently it's a myth that they go after and hoard bright things...saw it on Bill Oddie's Springwatch, I think it was.

Ones in tree next door dive-bomb the cats and attack the pigeons, which is v amusing to watch, especially as pigeons (and cats!) are bigger than they are.

Beautiful plumage (shades of Monty Python there, parrot sketch :-)), metallic blue and green as well.

Like your poem Mr Munster, as you've probably gathered 🙂

Author's Reply:
thanks for reading the poem, I made a few errors as usual picked up on them too late.

Emerald on 16-05-2008
Magpie
In french it is one for joy and two for sorrow - I don't like magpies as they terrorise the other birds - but I do like your poem

Emma x


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Thats different one for joy. do I salute the single or the double, thanks for reading my piece.

artisus on 16-05-2008
Magpie
VERY interesting poem. I liked it.

Author's Reply:
Sorry it dropped the reply into the wrong box, thanks for reading the poem,

Munster on 16-05-2008
Magpie
Many thanks for taking the time to read.

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Sunken on 16-05-2008
Magpie
Hello Mr. Munster. Those magpies give me the creeps, like what cats do. Or it crows I'm thinking of... Blimey, this comment is even more useless than usual. I like robins. I hope this helps. Oh, nice poem.

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Thanks Sunks, will consider the Robins. comments are always welcome.

teifii on 17-05-2008
Magpie
Really nice poem. I love the somehow random but musical rhymes. Can I suggest that 'but our fortunes as well. but our fortunes as well. ,but our fortunes as well.' could do with a rhyme [but our fortunes too.] Just an idea.
Also 'And its joy all the way' I think is either 'And it's joy all the way' or 'And is it joy all the way'
Anyway I found the poem interesting, well thought out and musical.
Daff

Author's Reply:
Yeah thanks, I will take a look, it was put together with DH Lawrence in mind.
Thats were the random edge came in.

eddiesolo on 17-05-2008
Magpie
Nice write here Munster me old mate, enjoyed very much.

When I was a kid a pair of Magpies lived in a tree next door, one day next doors cat killed one. The surviving Magpie attacked that cat everyday for god knows how long. The cat got so scared and paranoid it would run when ever any bird landed in the tree.

Enjoyed the lilt to this piece.

Si:-)





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Hi Si, they are absolutely mad, they attack anything in site.
i don't know if its me but there seems to be more around every year.

Andrea on 17-05-2008
Magpie
Fascinating birds, actually, and possibly not quite as bad as portrayed. Here's what WIKI says:

THE MAGPIE

Author's Reply:
Hi, I know what you mean, I took subject from an idea, and played around with it.

Andrea on 17-05-2008
Magpie
Oh, and the RSPB site is fab!

THE MAGPIE (AGAIN)

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Guiding Star (posted on: 12-05-08)
The Zodiac

When we are born under a certain star, Is our destiny really guided from that far? How can it possibly be for stars are few? Twelve points to be absolutely precise, And there are millions, plus you and me Earth wind air & fire the four elements we require And from all this we can see ourselves, Believe you me it's so close to the truth. For I'm an Arian the controlling ram, But being controlled is often other peoples plan. But I am a democratic easy going reasoning man? Some say we are wired to the moon, perhaps? Who knows but study it close and you will see, Just how accurate it all could be. So create us out of the one jar of stars; We should have been a pick and mix. We are such narrow mortals some friendly some stubborn some mean. If we were mixed and watered down, how different would this world Have been. Being reserved but giving is better than being extravert and taking. Being quite but honest is better than being loud and deceitful. Being meek and caring is better than being macho and soul less.
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Why can't we live like swans? (posted on: 12-05-08)
Swans

Swans grace the lake at Gouganbarra, The courting couple they swim together. They mirror each other in every way, This pair are together and that's forever, It would never occur to them, to stray! Their love is special and will never wane, So happy just to be together, so simple in its way, They admire each other; in a very special swan like way. They look in the water and what can they see, Why each other of course, for their reflections are the very same. They preen each other in a very swan like way, Their loves is so strong, you know; in an unconditional swan like way. They both tend their young when new life begins, They always work together, each and everyday, In their own swan like way. Sharing their thoughts, sharing their love, Devoted to all in their care Ever ready to share even the darker days, And when one dies they are not lost. Cause memories last their whole life through O' to be like swans...
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eddiesolo on 12-05-2008
Why cant we live like swans?
I really like this, something about Swans isn't there?

A good piece and enjoyed the read.

Si:-)



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Bradene on 12-05-2008
Why cant we live like swans?
Swans are lovely creatures and it's true they do mate for life don't they a nice little poem Val x

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Sunken on 12-05-2008
Why cant we live like swans?
Oo, Val answered the very question I was about to ask. How weird. She must be one of those Psy-chics. Guess we can learn a lot from swans then... Like how to swim and stuff. I'm a crap swimmer. That's why I'm called sunk. Not really. I'm rambling. Nice poem, Mr. Munster.

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Burnt out (posted on: 09-05-08)
Burnt out (from the dark past).

We carry our past all so very firmly in our minds; Long term memories locked into all our thinking, in short... When life is harsh and sometimes so far out of shape, how is this so? Why, because we try to forget, but torment often precludes that chance It's only the people with little or no conscience that are the masteries of such acts... The ones who care and have feelings cannot shed memories so quick, we would be driven and subjected to carry the pain of the past. To tell the persecutors would surely not be our chosen path, we learn to walk on egg shells and how to skate on thin ice. Why so do we choose to hide the dark past, it's an eye for an eye, is it not? And why should we be tracked and haunted daily, by thousands of thoughts? To defend those so called family and friends, would it truly make amends? Live by the sword and die by the sword, sharp tongues cut just as quick; They can be as bad as a knife straight into the heart and mind, of the caring kind. For harsh words and continual damnation, can cause pain the very same. We need to move on, shed this load that is blocking our freedom. In a way that will maximise our way forward, but in a loud enough voice, for those who choose to hurt and offend us to hear. We all deserve the right to a clear mind and freedom for our spirit. I am just a living being the same as each of you; it's just that I feel hurt and rejection so much more than most, it's not a scar its just emotion. Just look into your hearts because under your masquerade you really are the same as me.
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orangedream on 09-05-2008
Burnt out
As usual, Munster, you give us a lot to think about.

"We all deserve the right to a clear mind and freedom for our spirit ..."

One of the many lines in this poem with which I wholeheartedly concur.

Tina;-)

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Hi Tina, thanks again for your comments, I think poetry is about reaching out and telling a story that can sit right with most of us.
I hope I can achieve that in some small way.


Aurelio on 09-05-2008
Burnt out
Not only thought-provoking but touching and poignant as well with a message of some concern to I think every thinking human being...

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Hi, its strange the way things have gone, I think we have made a society of haves and have not's.
And I think the less you have the more down to earth you are.
The modern world, do we really want it.

Sunken on 10-05-2008
Burnt out
Like Ms. Orange, I also concur. Unlike Ms. Orange I can pee into my toilet from four or five feet away (depending on my mood). Nice one, Munster.

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With the same degree of accuracy.

When is a turnip not a turnip!

Many thanks for the comment.


The Moon is looking (posted on: 05-05-08)
Moving on

The Moon is looking. The moon is looking down at me; his light is shining bright at my feet, I stand and salute this mighty dimension from my balcony. What is he trying to say to me, should I stay or should I go? He laughs away, is he laughing at me I say, In his own distinct, cheeky, moonlit way. Does he think I am mad, or maybe slightly insane? To bring upon myself all this anguish, and so often pain. Or is he thinking, that guy below me has really got it made? Does he know things I don't; he appears to look on in dismay. Will I ever now, who knows one maybe one day he will just stop and say? After all, he passes this way every 28 days. Or maybe he will carry on as normal, and leave it for another day. Just a fleeting passage of time, old man on the moon, So often you make me think about people I hold very dear,
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orangedream on 05-05-2008
The Moon is looking
I too love 'moon-gazing' and so does my other half. He has taken some wonderful shots of the moon with a special lens he has for his camera.

I agree with you. Looking at the moon does make one feel rather melancholy, as you say so eloquently in your poem.

Tina

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eddiesolo on 12-05-2008
The Moon is looking
Hi Munster,

Good piece about a great topic and your words do ring true.

Only crit is a typo: 'Will I ever now (know?), who knows one maybe one day he will just stop and say?'

Also this line seems too complicated, seems all over the place.

Should it read:
Will I ever know? Who knows, one day maybe he will stop and say...


In these lines: 'He laughs away, is he laughing at me I say,
In his own distinct, cheeky, moonlit way.'

I would drop the 'away'.

So it now reads: He laughs, is he laughing at me I say?
In his own distinct, cheeky moonlit way.

To me that seems to flow better.

The mixture of rhyming and non-rhyming do work but I think that sometimes the format of this piece makes it a tad fussy.

Still, I did enjoy this very much.

Si:-)







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Munster on 12-05-2008
The Moon is looking
Hi Si, thanks for the comments, I agree with your comments it would give it more stability and improve the read, I have a habit of rushing pieces for submission and weak on the proofing.
Again thanks.

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eddiesolo on 13-05-2008
The Moon is looking
Got your PM mate, no probs. I must that proofing is one of my problems. I get bored of going over the piece and just think sod it.

Si:-)

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She loved black (posted on: 05-05-08)
But not this way.

Blue was the colour she loved to see in his eyes, Never could she have imagined that one day they would be closed forever; She would never see them open again... Red reminded her of his energy and his will, It was his colour; never for the colour that has since left his Bloodless heart. Orange, for his zest of life; Yellow, that's not for him; it should be left for others, So many flowers all on the one day, he loved to send me flowers, But these are for him. So many cards, all saying those words I never wanted to hear, `goodbye'. White for wild white orchids you see now and then, Not for the dark casket draped in linen, in my parlour... Men in dark suits in the hall, giving order of service, Why is this, my minds just not here? Green the colour she saw as she walked down the leafy suburbs of Dublin, Not the ground that would surround his last resting place... She loved black, Maybe an Aston, Ferrari or just a simple handbag, That was all; he always remarked how stunning I looked, Yes he loved to see me in black, but never in a widow's dress. It's all too soon; we had so little time to share
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Sunken on 05-05-2008
She loved black
I must get my mind out of the gutter, Mr. Munster. The title suggested something totally different to me. I am a disgrace and shall not rest until I have slapped myself silly. I hope you can forgive me. This is a smashing little piece that proves the sensitivity of the rugby player. You make me sick (-;

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orangedream on 05-05-2008
She loved black
You sure know how to tug at the heart strings, don't you Munster. Very successfully might I add.

My favourite colour is purple, by the way;-)

Nice one. Enjoyed.

Tina

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Ionicus on 05-05-2008
She loved black
It is amazing how colours can evoke memories, sometimes happy but more often than not sad as this poignant poem shows. I very much like the last stanza:
'She loved black,
Maybe an Aston, Ferrari or just a simple handbag,
That was all; he always remarked how stunning I looked,
Yes he loved to see me in black, but never in a widow’s dress.'
Very expressive. Well done.





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Romany on 07-05-2008
She loved black
Evocative, I agree with the others, but the switch between 'she' and 'I' confused me a little - unless I've misunderstood?

Romany.

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Bradene on 07-05-2008
She loved black
A memorable poem but I too was confused between she and I, I read it several times but still I am confused. Val

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The greatest gift of all (posted on: 02-05-08)
Role models

The greatest gift of all In your child's eyes you are the perfect role model. But you really are, you shape their future, they always look to you. Everything you are and everything you do is mirrored by them. As a baby, they watch your mouth and learn how to talk, they watch your face and learn how to smile. Whilst watching your feet, they learn how to walk. They watch you bathing them, so eventually they can bathe themselves. You hold their bike for the first time and they learn how to balance. You teach them how to eat and they master the technique. You try to be polite to all around and from that they learn manners. You help them to do their study so they can be scholars. You encourage them to work so they can survive. You teach them to be open and honest by being open and honest. You teach them about trust by trusting them. You teach them how to love by showing them love. You have helped in the past and you are there now. They learn all about life and how to survive by allowing them to be an active part of your life. You are the parent - their mentor and tutor all in one. If they get it wrong, it's more than likely because they were never shown the right way first day, everything they do is a mirror of you. Show them your way and they will willingly follow. They may occasionally stray off the straight and narrow, but only for a short while, why?... because you taught them so well. So use this fantastic skill, `parenting', for sure it's the greatest gift of all. Get it right and you will never be disappointed.
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eddiesolo on 02-05-2008
The greatest gift of all
Hi mate,

I like this, and you're spot on. Only problem for me is that last section:

'You are the parent - their mentor and tutor all in one...'
Think this over does the parenting theme-you don't need to tell people that if they don't watch you or are taught the things they could do will end up crap. The lines above this do convey that meaning.

IMO I would just have this line to end it.

'You are the parent - their mentor and tutor...
...so, use this fantastic skill, `parenting’, for sure it’s the greatest gift of all.


'Get it right and you will never be disappointed'. Maybe use this?

Think this rounds the piece off without the gushing parent type thing.

Hope this helps and I know where you're coming from with this, good stuff and it makes you proud when you see your children excel in all aspects of life.

Si:-)







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littleditty on 02-05-2008
The greatest gift of all
true -and when parents dont? Why parenting skills are not given more time in schools i dont understand...those who have disaster areas for parents have a hard time parenting themselves, and then their own kids if they have any - good thoughts in your poem Munster - ditty xx

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orangedream on 03-05-2008
The greatest gift of all
As usual, Munster, your poem speaks so much truth which I as a parent, wholeheartedly can identify with.

Love the line, 'Whilst watching your feet they learn how to walk."

Have a peaceful weekend.

Tina

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Sunken on 04-05-2008
The greatest gift of all
Hello Munster. I was raised by a group of monkeys. It explains a lot. Nice one and no mistake.

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Emerald on 04-05-2008
The greatest gift of all
It seems so easy but its not and you know their great kids but sometimes they are assholes - its just about love and wanting and hoping and wishing and longing etc etc - most of all loving and accepting them in all their moods

Emma x


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Romany on 07-05-2008
The greatest gift of all
Unfortunately I work in an environment where parenting is not always all it should be. That said, we all make mistakes at parenting, myself included, and striving to be perfect is impossible and, I suspect, a mistake in itself. What never fails to amaze me is when (and I admit it's rare) a child who has parents that don't seem care, don't know how to role model, don't provide etc, nevertheless turn out to be good, decent responsible people. It does happen - I know because I've witnessed it first hand. What an achievement eh? As if life's not hard enough anyway. But then, those parents were probably never cared for properly, nor their parents before them and so it goes. This is a huge issue and one that is very close to my heart. I think your intentions in writing this were commendable and you are obviously a thoughtful and concerned person, but sadly, it's not the reality.

But that, of course, is the joy of poetry!

Romany.

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spring has sprung (posted on: 28-04-08)
spring

The sun rises early in the sky. The air smells so fresh after the sudden April shower. The leaves are in bud upon the trees. The snow drop is saying goodbye just now. The cold winter chill is leaving the air. The daffodils are dancing in the breeze. The forest is alive with happy sounds. There are baby rabbits hopping around. There are birds chirping to each other. The bees are off to pollinate the flowers. The moles are once again busy digging their holes. The badger wakes from his winter sleep. The sly old fox sees there's plenty to eat. And we are blessed to share with our animal friends, This wildest of playgrounds, there is to be found. To protect their home and share such fun, Is only a small price for us to pay along life's way? so protect it we must, the future is truly in our hands.
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littleditty on 29-04-2008
spring has sprung
right on Munster, ditty of little xx

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The sum of the parts (posted on: 21-04-08)
Enjoy our wild dramatic land, and save some for the future.

The sum of the parts. The trees appear scarce this high up, barren land within this dramatic beauty of the mountain sides Its wide open way, leaves these spectacular views, with no frontiers. The peaks constantly kissed by cloud and occasionally iced with white. The gaps and crags give character to this true rugged space. Animals take care of all that's barren and scrub, its all survival. We lead down to the evergreen trees; they constantly grow and change the scape. The streams whisper quietly as they rush down to meet each other. Gorges so narrow, almost touching, stones abound kissing in part. Heather, one of life's beauties flourishes right here, would you imagine that! We meander down further into the formation of beautiful valleys. They wander round an unequal path and tell tales of how it is. The ice age gave us wonderful things, way back when time began. Breath taking air, surrounds breath taking views. There is beauty abound all around life is more hectic down here. Small insects buzz around and make the slightest sound as hush is so apparent. More to feed, fish have found a good use for the fresh mountain streams. They swim freely in the clear blue cold river, that has suddenly formed, The water dances twists and twirls and skips across the tops of stones, Animals lap from this fast flowing source of life. It's all so invigorating such an awesome sight for my honest caring reflective eyes. Before all too soon it has raced far out to sea, beyond the reach of my watching gaze; These wondrous creations tell a story and remind me so much of life. And as we grow in size and strength we come to realise, we are here for the briefest of moments; and just like life the river runs through it.
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orangedream on 21-04-2008
The sum of the parts
Oh, Munster - you have made me fall in love with your wonderful country once again. What a beautifull picture you paint with your words and the last line certainly brought a tear to my eye. So true, your words.

Tina-:-)

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orangedream on 22-04-2008
The sum of the parts
Just wanted to pop back again, Munster and say congratulations on the nib. Never was one so well deserved, i.m.o. Actually, I am going to make it one of my 'fave reads'. Don't know why I didn't think of that before. Well done, again!

Tina:-)

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Sunken on 22-04-2008
The sum of the parts
Munster! You got a nib! And very well deserved it is too! Oh balls, I've used up my daily quota of exclamation marks. Oh well, it was worth it. Well done and no mistake! Doh!

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Sunken on 22-04-2008
The sum of the parts
Sorry Munster, I forgot to add a Bernard...



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artisus on 23-04-2008
The sum of the parts
a very heartfelt write, i liked it's unpretending directness and the fact you spoke so naturally.

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eddiesolo on 24-04-2008
The sum of the parts
I liked this, an honest approach in the flow.

Wonderful wordage showing us a place that marvels.

Good stuff and congrats on the nib.

Si:-)



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Rainbows (posted on: 18-04-08)
From childhood memories

Rainbows hold myth and enormous power in our thoughts! When we see them in the sky, don't we often wonder why? Rarely would we pass one by without a glance up into the sky. How their colours are so beautiful to see. Where does it start and where did it end? Is there really a pot of gold to behold at the end...? They help us all share, such magical Moments Somewhere, high above that rainbow, dreams can really come true And maybe yours will too..? We all become childlike when we look up and gaze, At times don't we wish we could be on the other side and look back? Would the colour be any different? What would it look like from the stars? It is only there but for the shortest while. So look up and enjoy your own reason why, it's magic is all there for you. Thoughts and inspirations of my childhood.
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Romany on 18-04-2008
Rainbows
Hi Munster,

Yo are right, rainbows do make everyone stop and look, if only briefly, and there are magical connotations to them. I've never thought of looking at them from the other side though - that's a novel thought.

I think you would do well to lose the exclamation marks in this, and most, if not all, of the question marks too. Another look at the layout and some tighter editing would probably bring the best of this musing poem out. But that's just my opinion and offered, as always, with respect.

Romany.

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Sunken on 19-04-2008
Rainbows
Hello Munster. Ya know, you must be one of the most sensitive rugby players I've ever met... Not that I've met many, but ya know what I mean. Nice poem.

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A funnel of light (posted on: 14-04-08)
A strange day

A Funnel of light Through a gap in the cloud filled sky, I saw a funnel of light. It was like a torch shining down from on high, the light was so direct and incredibly bright. Was God pointing it down and watching passers by? Maybe he dropped somethingwas he searching through his belongings? Had the light from above joined the night down below? It gave that white fluffy cloud an incredible glow. Was this a picture show from the heavens above? It was so dark with the light beaming through, was this forming a path? Was this trying to point to the way I should go? Are we all going in the right direction - will we ever know? Or is this a story being played out below the high clouds? Maybe it was a moonbeam being carried home in a jar? Or could it have been someone trying to tell me my life's so bright and all in my life is finally becoming right? Would I be naive to believe, this signal was left just for me?
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orangedream on 14-04-2008
A funnel of light
I know what you mean, Munster - those sun-bursts are tremendous, sometimes. Just like a giant spotlight. Your poem expresses this well and I like the sentiment behind it.

Tina

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Sunken on 17-04-2008
A funnel of light
Hello Munster. What is sun? All I see are vast expanses of grey. I blame the prime minister, that's what he's there for. Even his name is dull. Fancy a cherry bakewell?

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littleditty on 17-04-2008
A funnel of light
personally i like naivety and questions -your poem is lovely, some really good lines, liked the last part - of course it was just for you *pfs* wasn't it? :o) lol - enjoyed the read Munster, cheers xxldx

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Sunken on 18-04-2008
A funnel of light
I do apologise, Mr. Munster. I just realised that my comment might be misconstrudable. I wasn't inferring that your poem was grey, oh no. I was merely referring to the slab of concrete above my head as I 'tried' to comment. I told ya I was crap at this kinda thing.

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This is the last time (posted on: 11-04-08)
barren years

This is the last time As I turned away from my door it hit me hard for sure. Stark realty dawned that day, my folks I have to go. No work, no food, no hope and little future. What choice did I have but to turn and walk away? Never to see your faces again, I cried and wondered why. To leave the bosom of my family, to venture out to where. Goodbye my loves, hello cruel world, for its you that turned me out. Bidding farewell never ceases, goodbye Connemara I love you so. So long to my motherland land, I will miss you all. Safe passage is all I ask, as I set sail from sad old Cobh. Aboard a ship, just one face with all the sorrow, is their hope tomorrow. Last glimpses of the shore, of the Ireland I adore, to cheer me on this sad day. To be starved from your land is such a crime, should never happen in any lifetime. Bound for Ellis Island with raging seas, and the wroth of all. Is this the land that's so full of promise, I am heading too. Who can trust, what can I do, all alone I must look towards you. Like thousands before me hoping for better chances to unfold, To dream through life, that one day I might return to the Country I call home, Ireland. Will I ever see the like again? Or will it be to my memories I look for that virtual picture, Of that land far across that raging sea, life will never again Be the same for me.
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Sunken on 11-04-2008
This is the last time
"...This could be the last time, maybe the last time I don't know... oh no... oh no." Thanks Mick Jagger. Hello Munster. I think I recently called you a Ms. I'm not sure if you're a Ms. or a Mr. I do apologise. Not there's anything wrong with being a Ms. In fact I'd say it was definite positive. Anyway, a personal piece that i won't ruin any further by driveling on. Well done and no mistake.

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orangedream on 12-04-2008
This is the last time
Another beautiful poem from the heart, Munster. What a lovely picture you paint. I have never been lucky enough to go to Ireland but one of these days I must. It is very beautiful so many have told me.

Tina;-)

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Like a beautifull flower (posted on: 07-04-08)
harsh times

The wilting flower must close its head, the sunlight's gone the night is still, not a whisper, so you sleep tight and awake tomorrow, to open again, and breath gods air to make our life pure. Amongst the chaos & the gloom, dancing gracefully with the wind, we think of you and anxiously wait, to see your beauty again, in the mists of early morn. Like the sunflower, you turn to look at the light with laughter, and with beauty, you light up the day, with your very own special way. It is with your sweet smile & in full bloom, which makes you that special flower in the room. Who knows a clutch of heather maybe, which can flower in the most trying conditions? Like the flower I hope your new day is refreshing.
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orangedream on 07-04-2008
Like a beautifull flower
"Who knows, a clutch of heather, which can flower in the most trying of conditions".

What a lovely line, Munster and so true about heather. Even at the top of some of the beautiful Scottish bens, heather still thrives.

A most enjoyable read. Thank you.

Tina



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Sunken on 08-04-2008
Like a beautifull flower
Yes, I hear Heather is quite a hardy lass and no mistake. I hear she regularly survives chilly nights in the tiniest of skirts as she club hops around Manchester on the green. Did you know that boiled heather can cure a sore throat? Always get Heather's permission though. Thanks Munster.

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Lusty Artists (posted on: 04-04-08)
poetry

Lusty artists Well before tabloid nudity was acceptable. Artists challenged the powers, and pushed the barriers. The establishment never wanted to step beyond the norm. Early artists raised the bar, but not that far. How soft was that porn, pray did it insult? It was displayed in a very dignified and tasteful way. Women with fine lines, hidden behind loose shawls. When at the times women were unfairly trussed up for hours, just to look painfully trim. Leighton and Zorn's loosely covered work, was soft and appealing. Women portraying absolute beauty, stretched on canvas. Leonardo caught us with alluring eyes, no nudity insight, Tastefully done, with a relish for art, not cheap fun, It was all in the name of art for arts sake. Constable did nothing worthy of an arrest with his genre. When is a bust a bust, and not a bust? Renoir was tantalisingly forward in his way. Degas pushed the boat out in an alarming way, with his bastion of bathers... Had Van Gough got an eye for something else? Why did great names have to water down their cravings for fine arts? When the only crime was they had great vision and minds that were forward thinking. Well beyond the time. And their work in that regard now barely flutters or even batters an eye. We only stare at what's there, and that's what was always there, simply all inspiring great works of art
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orangedream on 04-04-2008
Lusty Artists
I really like this.. Imo this is the best piece you have subbed. Just a minor point. I think that the penultimate line could possibly be improved. My suggestion would be:-

... regard now warrants barely the bat of an eyelid...

but it is your poem and as I say, just a suggestion.

Both of the artists you mention I must admit I was not familiar with, please excuse my ignorance, but I did google them.

Frederik Leighton, 1830 -1896. My favourite of his paintings in the gallery was 'The Bath of Psyche'.

Anders Zor 1860 - 1920. My favourite of his has to be 'The Tub'.

As you say 'we only stare at what's there and that's what was always there.'

In my opinion, Munster, you have excelled yourself! A great read, as far as I'm concerned.

Tina

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Sunken on 06-04-2008
Lusty Artists
Hello Munster. How smashing. I do like to see the naked female form in all it's glory. I spend many an hour appreciating said forms and no mistake. Well done on the nib.

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Where are you (posted on: 31-03-08)
A poem about some one who I cared for deeply.

I know you are out there, I just don't know where. I sweep the skies at night for real, and in my mind. You will be there for sure, I know you did no wrong. I remember you so like an angel on earth, as I know you are an angel now way above me. I can feel you tap me on the shoulder every once in a while, it was always your way to steer me away from troubled times. The most amazing person, why did you have to leave? It felt so sudden, even though you lived four score years and more. But your work here was complete, a fine family raised. The work of an angel and for nil reward, just your way. You left me with so many happy thoughts, of life spent with you. So every night, I will look up to the night sky wondering Please, I just want to know where you are. But I know for sure that one day I will be able to knock On your door once more and say ''hi, it's only me. Have you time for another cup of tea''?
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orangedream on 31-03-2008
Where are you
A poem obviously written from the heart. Thank you for sharing.

Tina

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Sunken on 01-04-2008
Where are you
Hello Munster. I'm afraid that I don't have much time to comment. I have been called to save the planet from an evil force that is intent on stealing the world's entire supply of Pot Noodle. I wouldn't mind, but I have yet to iron my cape. A meaningful write that deserves more than this. Will you ever be able to forgive me?

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Let me tend my fragile flowers (posted on: 28-03-08)
A poem written for someone I hold very dear, written based on stories of the reluctant grand parents, who think their ideas on the raising of a family are always best.

Let me tend my fragile flowers When you try so hard to do your best. Why do our nearest and dearest try to suppress. I feel that my maturity is sometimes in question. Being fair in life is my way I could never be mean. I feel young in my heart but I am no child. We have age and life's long learning to guide. So why do they think they always know best. I am trying my hardest so please please give me a rest. Its help for my plight I don't want to fight. I have the best of intentions for all I hold dear. So don't push me away please let me stay near... And you will see the rewards so loud and so clear. So fear nothing as all I do is not always a reflection of you. For I am a fragile flower just dying to grow. I am entitled to my chance to prove my worth So feed me and water me don't stifle my thoughts Let me see the light so I can grow like you, but with my point of view. We all need a chance so let us prove our way is fine too.
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orangedream on 28-03-2008
Let me tend my fragile flowers
Maybe a little more punctuation is needed here, Munster.

Nevertheless, you express some worthwhile sentiments in your poem.

We give our children and grandchildren wings but in the end, it is they who must fly.

Tina:-)

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orangedream on 28-03-2008
Let me tend my fragile flowers
Hi again, Munster. Thinking about our 'conversation' earlier today, thought you might be interested in my 'take' of how this poem could be punctuated. I would say now, I am not god's gift to punctuation, but at least I try. Anyway, here goes.

When you try so hard to do your best,
Why do our nearest and dearest try to suppress?
I feel that my maturity is sometimes in question.
Being fair in life is my way. I could never be mean.
I feel young in my heart, but I am no child.
We have age and life's long learning to guide,
So why do they think they always know best?
I am trying my hardest, so please, please give me a rest.
It's help for my plight, I don't want to fight.
I have the best of intentions for all I hold dear,
So don't push me away, please let me stay near
And you will see the rewards so loud and clear.
Fear nothing, as all I do is not always a reflection of you.

For I am a fragile flower just dying to grow.
I am entitled to my chance to prove my worth,
So feed me and water me, don't stifle my thoughts,
Let me see the light so I can grow like you, but with my point of view.
We all need a chance, so let us prove our way is fine too.

I hope this may have helped. Sometimes two heads can be better than one, even if one of them is mine.

Tina

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Sunken on 28-03-2008
Let me tend my fragile flowers
Hello Munster. Why are you called Munster? You seem to be anything but. I'm called sunken because I sink a lot. I'm not big or owt, I just sink. I think it's the crap I carry around in my pockets. I blame Levi. Ahem. I hope this helps.

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The blarney (posted on: 24-03-08)
All about me

What's the chatter with me Some say I could talk for Ireland or England. Well I did kiss the blarney stone it was said I could be bereft of silence. Even bestowed with eloquence I heard what's that all about. What does this all mean have I missed something is chatting a crime. How do we express our selves with out talking? Is it a jealous streak in all those who are afraid to speak? My chatter has got me into loads of trouble. See my tongue just does as my brain tells it. It's not a loose tongue but a very honest one. It not even a sharp one it just says it the way it is. No pomp no air's no graces. Plain and simple. Can I talk till the cows come home, some would say I could. How will I ever understand the nil compos mentis man? God graced us with a fine instrument and not just for tasting. Heaven forbid what if we didn't talk that would be one almighty waste So I will take it without offense and quite literally And be so very pleased the lord blessed me with The gift of the gab.
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orangedream on 24-03-2008
The blarney
Ah - the gift of the gab. Now you ARE talking!

Enjoyed;-)
Tina

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Jolen on 26-03-2008
The blarney
LOL. Being rather prone to talking a great deal and too honestly, I could appreciate this. Again, 'ourselves' is one word in the context you use it here. I don't see why you have to declare for one country or the other necessarily. I mean, I'm an American who lives in England. So you know? But then, I am of Irish descent, so maybe that blarney stone comes in place of a silver spoon? LOL

Blessings,
Jolen

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Sunken on 27-03-2008
The blarney
So you're a chatty type are ya, young Munster? People always assume that I'll be like that, but I isn't. I use chat to shower in. I wash my hair in rumour and spray my pits with gossip. What am I on about? Answers on wet flannel please. Nice one, Munster.

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You stand tall (posted on: 24-03-08)
Nearly home

You stand tall You beauty you welcome me as I come near. I go up on deck and like a child waiting for a present I gaze out... How many times have you done this once twice a trillion? Never once do you let me down you are always waiting there. Peeking out over the horizon yes it is you. I have a breathless phase which seems to last but awhile. And I suddenly inhale a calm descends my weary shoulders. Sugar Loaf one and sugar loaf two. I wave frantically but mountains can't wave back. But never mind that it makes me feel warm and I smile... Just a few short passages of time and fight the swell. All will be well you welcome me home once more. Up the liffey and it to the happiest of places. Not frightened no anger and road rage far behind. Back in the bosom of the people I hold so very dear. Back to the place I call home. For Ireland is so far ahead of all the rest when it comes To making you feel at home or a very welcome guest. Even the mountains smile and nod with approval.
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littleditty on 24-03-2008
You stand tall
the mountains smile and nod in Ireland? just dont wave? i really liked this poem - thanks for the read Munster xxldx

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Jolen on 25-03-2008
You stand tall
Hello there.

I thought that your poem has some lovely images in it and wonder if adding a bit more punctuation wouldn't help it read a little clearer? Anyway, I'm glad to have read this and look forward to reading more of your work.
blessings,
Jolen

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Sunken on 27-03-2008
You stand tall
Hello again Munster. I've never been to Ireland, but I hear it's full of hot totty. Is this true? I must admit, most of the Irish ladies that I have seen do seem very pretty. I always had a thing (I keep it in me pants 😉 for that Andrea Corr. She was so sweet, and probably still is. I just realised something... I have let my libido rule my comment again. I do apologise. I should maybe take my medication. I hope this helps.

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he hopes that helped

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The Mountain Stream (posted on: 21-03-08)
life's path

The Mountain stream Life is like a mountain stream quietly forming. From the soft rain that falls from the clouds as they brush by. It begins in a funny place it's a wilderness. But amongst great beauty with the purest of water. It bursts from the rock in a mountain spring. The air is fresh and there's nothing to interfere. It winds its self down some times so steadily. And other times so fast with out a moment to spare. Gently meandering along taking everything in its stride. To raging torrents without a care for anything. It passes by lots of faces and places learning new routes. It can wash gently up on to the green meadow. And it has the power also to wear away the toughest rocks. It arrives into the river so full, majestic and proud. With a lot seen and done along its way. To join the sea in its miraculous reincarnation. To rise up and form a cloud and start its world all over again. Just as in life we all experience good and bad along the way, We start out totally innocent with no hang ups its others that from time to time impose on us these thoughts and expressions, but the true quality of life is growing up to understand the difference, To appreciate the true value of right from wrong...
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orangedream on 21-03-2008
The Mountain Stream
'To rise up and form a cloud and start its world all over again'

What a beautiful line.

An enjoyable read.

Tina

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Sunken on 22-03-2008
The Mountain Stream
What's that coming over the hill? Is it a Munster? Is it a Munsterrrr? Ahem. I'll have that tune in me head all day now. Another lovely sub that gave me a warm and fuzzy. Don't worry, I wore protection. Nice one, Munster.

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margot on 22-03-2008
The Mountain Stream
good analogy, good read

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Jolen on 26-03-2008
The Mountain Stream
You're quite right here and this piece has some great images. If I may again offer some edit suggestions, 'some times' should be one word, as in 'sometimes'. Again, my biggest critique would be to suggest you use more punctuation to bring out the full impact and beauty of your work.

blessings,
Jolen

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white fluffy clouds (posted on: 17-03-08)
The joy of winter

Those white fluffy clouds Look at the white fluffy clouds high in the sky. You always remind us of big balls of cotton wool. So soft and gentle most times but you can be bold too. They never get time to stop they are always racing by. Everyone has a different shape and never the twain shall meet. In the winter when it's cold we like your warm blanket. Don't take it personal but in the summer we would like to see much less of you. Some are happy and others look angry. Sometimes they fight late on into the night. The hit each other at incredible speed. Blue flashes appear some fork some sheet & they always make the children shriek. It's like a firework display for free way up there in the sky. In the morning your fierce red sky is suppose to be a warning. Sometimes you glow red at night to the delight of the shepherds. But one things for sure without you passing by once in a while no rain would fall from the sky, and what a tragedy that would be so nimbus, Cumulus and strata's too, you are welcome any time, so see you all again soon. Tony Lee 09-01-08 3rd draft
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Sunken on 17-03-2008
white fluffy clouds
Hello Munster. Your poem has put me in mind of The Orb's Little Fluffy Clouds
Ahhh. I can see it now. Me up a tree, trying to catch the moon. Good times, good times. Nice poem, crap comment. Keep up the good work.

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Misty Waters (posted on: 14-03-08)
A poem for all

Misty waters When I think of life sometimes it is very unclear. And more often than not it is so transparent you can see it all. Life is sometimes like a game of chess stand back and you see all the moves. Look and think again the second time decisions are always better than the first... Why do they say life is easier the second time around how do they know. Have they done it already or has someone told them so As for Deja vu do we stop if it's bad and push forward if it's all good sometimes we are just afraid to move. What if we stand still does time really wait for no man and what about women? Does a stitch in time really save nine and do cats truly have nine lives does a cat count... Why were we not all given a crystal ball when we were very small? We could avoid all the nasty surprises that lie in wait around the twisty corners of life. Why is it so easy to blame others when our lives go wrong workman should never Blame their tools, so why in life can't we own up to our selves take it on the chin Move on and feel great for having done so. Life is never going to be easy we will always have uncertainty and a mind that Appears from time to time that it's looking over misty waters. Tony Lee 07-02-08
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Sunken on 14-03-2008
Misty Waters
Hello Mr. Munster. Welcome to uka. Your poem has given me much to ponder on. I shall ponder further whilst enjoying my early morning beans on toast. My mind, incidentally, often appears to look through the mist rising from the kettle. I do like an early morning brew. I hope this helps.

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littleditty on 14-03-2008
Misty Waters
So many questions,and much good advice -i shall read again now -thanks for the read xxldx

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Jolen on 26-03-2008
Misty Waters
Hi Tony:
You're quite right in this, and there are certainly some good questions as well. I would make ourselves one word in line 13 and again, punctuation would make this read a bit smoother, imo.
But I enjoyed the read and shall be reading more of your work.

blessings,
Jolen

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