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Hi Jimbo ~

So, with the cat one, did you intentionally change the scene itself?


~ Lizzy

no i seen it as the mother looking for food on a snow covered ground..and ending up as the
cats supper and the little orphens left to die of hunger...................

everyone is different

regards jimbo

by the way my lap top at my x has been virused so i can only
beon line for another half hour today in library andtomorrow not at all
but i will be practicing on paper and taking more time with what i submit.
unless my daughter invites me for dinner 2moro. then i can get free access



God bless James

strolling in the softness
of a pine needled forest
listening to the opera.

of the life filled stream
rushing endlessly away
to the end of time.

leaves floating upwards
on their white knuckelled desent
oer the silver edge

of the magestic
waterfall on a moonlit night
of forest love

all quiet my deer
listen to the nightingales
song of yesteryear,


just goes to show that beauty and danger are always close by..

I would like to dedicate this poem to all who died in the forest fires yesterday

in loving memory of my fellow men

Jacobi

have a nice quiet
week end ladies and gentlemen
of this lovley place.

jimbo

Hi Jimbo ~

I have much to do today and tomorrow, so I may not be online so much, either. I've basically just woken up and haven't even had coffee. Was up very late last night with Harry Chapin. I'm sorry to hear that your sister's computer is virused. What a mess that's going to be for her, and many delays for you.

Yes, everyone is different. When you do have some time, try listening to "Flowers are Red... " in the Other Music section, where I posted it under the thread titled "The Sniper (& others)." It's by Harry Chapin and makes that exact point with regard to children in the educational system.

I asked only because I wanted to know whether you were making suggestions for rearrangement of Manna's, or simply writing something yourself to be appreciated in its own right .

G~d bless you, James. Have a good weekend.


~ Lizzy

I love the mood, feelings, images, and surprizes in your longer one about your walk in the forest, listening to the opera there . Really beautiful, Jimbo.

At least several others, along with me, defend or at least fully support your right to be yourself here; if that means being different [as you've suggested regarding your bird and cat poem], then that's part of our support for you, too. The basics of this poem show the beauty you see in the world, which in turn reflects the beauty in you.


~ Lizzy

our beauty lies
within ;
find it and
you will
find youself.

Paradise is
within you
find it
and you wiil
have
the keys
To eternal life'


love jimbo

jimbo

You speak
I listen.
You teach
I learn.
you say go.
i go,

you say
what to do.
Ido.
You are my
Teacher.
and I
am.

waiting
for
You
To Speak!

Sunrise smiles on my
Caragh lake ,
Shining
softly,
remembering,
unchristened
children,
Buried
in their
unmade
Island
Cradle.

For TimmyJoe

I'm sorry you lost TimmyJoe, James. A tender tribute.


~ Lizzy

He was my
father-in-law
best friend and buddy'
God rest his merry soul'1997

He wrote a poem
about caragh lake
and won a prize
He had plaque put up
in his honour in his local pub'
;poets corner; exactly where
He sat every friday
all day.need i say no more.

regards jimbo

What to
bring her,
Is she a Heather or a Rose'
Will I bring her chocolates,
No, I Think Shes Sweet Enough!
Ill Bring her
Fucking
Both

For Damellon xxx

yesssss

come in Dame i miss you.............

come in Dame i miss you.............