I have even sent her poetry by famous writers LOL

When a wife disagrees there is no solution LOL

Last year i was send a letter from Poetry.com to say that I have been chosen as one of the best poets of 2003...

hmmmmmm...they asked would I submit a poem to go in the " Best Poets and Poems of 2003"

Isubmitted the following

Memories


Memories are mine to share,
Cause I know you really care,
the times I've had, I'm telling you,
I'd love to share, but they are few

Life has been kind, well kind enough,
to survive this long I must be tough,
the joy my Family gave to me,
was something I loved, you see.

My parents have departed life,
back together as man and wife,
My sister has joined them as well,
She's having fun, I can just tell.

The sadness this all brings to me,
also brings back the memory,
of times that have come and gone,
but there you go, life must go on.

Now friends I've made, another story,
they are all part of life's glory,
unsung heroes, each and every one,
they've made their mark, my day will come.

To tell them what they mean to me,
to let them know I care you see,
they are all that I have left,
without them my life would be bereft.




I must admit I was a bit sceptical altho everything that I had submitted to them had been used and I had received all books/plaques/ etc that had been paid for.

Yesterday to my surprise, came the book and upon opening it, looking for the index (none) I dscovered that my Poem was first off the rank and and far as I can tell is the only Australian poem selected :)
Maybe someone can tell me other wise but at the moment Im real happy chappy LOLOL

Congratulations Bernice. You should be very proud.

Showing off is not only allowed, it is mandatory. Here we just call it, letting your light shine. Very fine poem, Bernice. Thanks for sharing! :o)

Bernice that is the most wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing with us.

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.


The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Poe

...how sferic and how beautifully written.. thanks for sharing (again)! :-)

I have always liked that poem, thanks for posting it Usurper.

:o)
Y'all are welcome & thanks!

Your poem is an incredible expression of the price of compassion, my friend James. You are an artist, no doubt. :o)

Such brilliance!! Thank you James for sharing! :-)

Someone I once trusted
He lied, so he's busted

No apology or excuse
Would explain the abuse

Betrayal of friends
He won't make amends

He continues the lies
He's the lord of the flies

But we reap what we sow
So others will know

The truth he can't hide
Though we all know, he's tried

It's a site to behold
Where the truth can be told

No twisting nor tales
The truth ship now sails

It's launching complete
It's design to defeat

All the lies and distortions
Tales out of proportion

The truth now made clear
For all who will hear

Now this poem can be grown
Just add a line of your own

Thanks for reposting, AD. As this board's moderator, I feel it incumbent on me to say that I did not delete your earlier post.

What's more, slander against me has been allowed to stand on this website. But the truth about Bill gets censored.

It is worse than a double standard. It seems to be no standard at all.

I think I know what you mean. :)

By:anorma Sworski

I like to think of our old woodshed,
With its crooked, sagging door,
Where the logs, chopped for the winter,
Lie in heaps upon the floor.

Bark and sawdust for a carpet,
Splinters often found bare toes.
And the switch above the doorway
We used to dust our clothes.

Outside walls showed carved initals
Left by generations past,
Linking hearts in love together,
Sworn throughout the years to last,
Giving to this ancient storehouse,
Leaning slightly to one side,
A stout determinatiion,
Quiet dignity,and pride.

As a tree bent in a windstorm,
Scarred and weathered, yet it stood,
And in my private, happy thoughts still holds
Memories that are warm and good.

What lovely memories! Nice poem Solitude, thanks for posting.

THANK YOU
Thank you for the minute it took
to say hello
Thank you for the promise of never
letting go
Thank you for the strenght your love
in friendship brought
Thank you for the lessons your sense
and wisdom taught
Thank you for the peace you bring in
times of stress and strife
Thank you for the joy you bring into
my hectic life
Thank you for the shoulder that i needed
when i cried
Thank you for the comfort of knowing
you`re always by my side
THANK YOU

Great stuff James, its on a different level to the rest of us. :oD

When the grasshopper ceases to hop and the old cow quits her bawling; When the fish no longer flop and the baby stops squalling; When the dunner no longer duns and the hoot owl stops its hooting; When the rivers even cease to run and the burgler stops his looting; When the vine no longer runs and the sky-lark stops its larking; When the sun no longer shines and the young man quits his sparking; When the heavens begin to drop and the old maids stop advising, then it's time to shut up shop and quit your advertising.

2 years old,I take her hand
My Mommy I adore
I stand in awe of her great love
And wish for nothing more

19 and I am now in love
This man I can't see past
He was sent from God above
I'm sure that it will last

29 my heart is filled
with pride and overjoy
This Treasure I have yet to raise
I love my little boy

37 I figured out
that I still had my dreams
To live my life with no regret
to find my destiny

And as I wander though my life
I am what I can be
My wings have taken flight and now
I finally am free


Donna July 12,2004

Beautiful :o)

Thanks Stardust, what a lovely poem..brought tears to my eyes!

Thank you Dolittle and Usurper :-)
In my contemplative and sleep deprived state last night I got a little mushy lol
I'll try a comic relief next time :-)

A great poem Stardust. More More.....

Thanks Donna for sharing :-) Enjoy your Freedom!!

Often your tasks will be many
And more than you think you can do...
Often the road will be rugged
And the hills insurmountable, too...
But always remember,
the hills ahead
Are never as steep as they seem,
And with Faith in your heart
start upward
And climb till you reach your dream,
For nothing in life that is worthy
Is ever too hard to achieve
If you have the courage to try it
And you have the Faith to believe...
For Faith is a force that is greater
Than knowledge or power
or skill
And many defeats turn to triumph
If you trust in God's wisdom and will...
For faith is a mover of mointains,
There's nothing that God cannot do,
So start out today
with Faith in your heart
And "Climb till your dreams come true"

Thanks for posting that gooner! It is so true!!

wow

You'd better start collecting this stuff, James. You thought you were an Engineer. But really you are a Poet. :o)

There is a site on the web where a person can post their poems unto a sort of mini site within the main site. James,it would be a great place to post your poetry! This is my little section of the site:

a href=/http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=donnaemberley&item=home

http://www.spiritisup.com/computersaveasjunkiebl.html

check this one out..it's so cute!!

Stopped by to see what was going on. Looks like i'm missing sooooo much. James, I love your poetry. I hope you someday put them all together in a book.
Keepup the good work.

Donna, Very good work I went into your site. That's a good ideal. Very nice.

Greg, thanks for putting ANNABEL LEE
on the board, it's been along time since i've read that one. How about some more??

gooner , what a nice poem and how very true. Thanks for posting.

Bernice , I can see why you have been chosen as one of the best. Your poem
Memories is really good.

Thanks to all for posting your beautiful poetry. I'm not near finished reading yet.

See you later.

It is SO great to see you! :o))))

Same here Greg. Hope all is well with you. :o)

Thanks Wanda, I am well. That's a great pic. :o)

The muse has left, left us bereft
Has left no trace, no sacred place
The bird has flown, it flies alone
Into the night, the hollow night

No smiling face, no hidden grace
No dream sublime, no gifted rhyme
The bird has flown, it flies alone
Into the graceless, traceless night

Beautiful,Greg...please keep writing :-)

Morning Greg......

A Great Poem!! It's good to see your work on the board. Keep up the good work.

good to see ... :") ... ~*~

In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace--
Radiant palace--reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion--
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This--all this--was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A wingčd odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tunčd law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace-door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!--for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh--but smile no more.


          ~ Edgar Allan Poe

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell:
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly from their azure towers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless--
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Ove the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye--
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:--from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:--from off the delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.


            ~ Poe

you swooned when I sang to you,
but I was just a toy.
you begged when I touched you,
but I was just a toy.
within My bonds, you knew release,
the spark to set two souls aflame--

quenched anew each time I see
that I was just your toy.

Very good, PowerPygmie :o)

Also thanks SF for the great Poe stuff!

And thank you Donna, Wanda & Dano for your kind words. I'm looking forward to poems by all of you. :o)

when the earth embraced in the solitude of the midnight hours the song of the wolf echoes through the wilderness. Summoning the mystical spirits of his ancestors, this vigilant sentinel of the night seeks the power of the past so that he may lead his pack with cunning and courage!

The International Library of Poetry will award 250 prizes totaling $58,000.00 to amateur poets in the coming months. (Available: US, CA, AU, NZ, UK)

Click Here

Is there a link for this?

Oh nevermind didn't see it under your portrait.

Fencer, I just submitted this poem. Wish me luck please.

Poem of Mine

Another poem I shall write,
to win some money as things are tight.
A loan of course will never do;
the funds to pay back will forever be due.
I shall try to make my poem rhyme,
but the critics shall be hurtful, not kind.
So please be fair in judging this poem of mine.
This poem will be famous all in time.

I hate to burst anyone's bubble, but those guys are a sham. They basically publish whatever gets sent to them in "special edition" hardcopy volumes, and offer to sell them to the poets who enter their contests.

They flatter the entrants and then offer to have their poems included in a cassette with special readings, mounted on a special plaque, etc... all for hefty fees.

Last time I checked up on these guys, someone was purposely trying to send in bad poetry to see if it would get rejected, but they weren't rejecting any.

Also, as of last time I checked, they still have one of my poems on their website somewhere, though I asked for it to be removed several years ago.

Just a heads-up. Take the National Library of Poetry with about a metric ton's worth of salt.