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My Home Town.....a collaboration
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Balladeer
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Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA 
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My thanks to all of the wonderful poets who donated their time and effort to make this collection such a success……….THANK YOU!!! Poets……….in alphabetical order ******* DENISE ******* So many thoughts come now to mind -Reflections of the fondest kind Fun happy days of childhood Spent in my town - my neighborhood. Familiar faces - some still here- Some only dwell in yesteryear Familiar spots, a sound, a scent Can take me back to days since spent. My town's one full of history- Fair birthing place of liberty Her patriots of ages past Have built a land that's unsurpassed. Miss Betsy Ross - who sewed so well George Washington and William Tell Ben Franklin, too and many more Shall dwell here always - evermore. My town's called Philadelphia And though it's not Utopia There's nowhere else I'd rather dwell Than right here with that cracked old bell! =============================================================== ******** KETHRY ******** My country, a place called Australia With its wonderful tales I’ll regale ya! It’s the best place to be With old Ned Kelly’s knee And the place he got shot in the tail yeah My home is the home of a cannery That's nothing compared to the tannery With the wind in the east We get such a feast Of scents that could make you unmannerly There's a bridge that goes over the freeway Built first so we get the toll's leeway Where the science is worked And the working is shirked For we'd rather be seen on the tree way. Ah the west is the place I am biding In a suburb called Sunshine residing I can say this to you For you can't see this through It's the place where I'm really in hiding =============================================================== ******* KRISSY ******* Snodland a dirty little town Nothing amusing about it Except its name Not a land of Snods Just sods, Lumps of earth Litter the ground All scarred with sorrows Of this dirty little town Depressed mothers huddle In groups around the Two benches on the Recreation ground Push screaming children On swings despondently Mostly they ignore the Druggies who use The same area To shoot needles of death Into their corded ulcerated arms The shops even huddle In one road they sit Mainly junk shops Two convenience stores With a lone post office Nothing good Naught that is fine Flourishes here It's a dirty little town I live in the supposedly Upwardly mobile area That of course was when I Was buying, Selling? I wish I could No one Wants to buy property Not in this town This place hovering On the edges of Green country and Large town Snodland its Overshadowed by its Near neighbours The Medway towns, And Maidstone Which all have more to Offer the potential buyer Snodland? Stay away From Snodland It's a dirty little town I'd rather live anywhere Than Snodland, Can't I move my house? Just half a mile no more I'd be in Ham Hill Or east of me Halling that's a nice place Its full of flowers They won The village in bloom Last year But I don't I live in Snodland =============================================================== ******************** MADAME CHIPMUNK ******************** Kalamazoo Located in Michigan's southwest quarter named for the river's surging waters halfway between Detroit and Chicago on I-94, trucks carry cargo south of Grand Rapids, North of South Bend the highway, around our outskirts...wends Lake Michigan, just forty miles from here sailing, fishing, volleyball, beer here on the western side of the state the summer sun sets very late in winter months, trees naked...stark the schoolbus comes in early dark hills, valleys, picturesque ravines meadows, forests, lakes and streams big Burr Oaks on lonely fields where once the crops brought farmer's yields entertainment, theatres, symphony a fine college and big university neighborhoods of friendly folks homes surrounded with Maples and Oaks downtown, at the Institute of Art citizen volunteers do their part a planetarium and a fine museum to view the stars...we love to see um Bronson Park, fests outdoors the downtown mall, restaurants and stores a new library with unique looks stacks of shelves, filled with books a midsize city, filled with pride a Michigan gem, on it's western side copyright 2001 Lyra Nesius =============================================================== ******* MARGE ******* The Green Swamp My Heart ~ My Home ~*Marge Tindal*~ Among the towering Cypress trees greeting my morning stomp Fowl and fauna of nature dwells in the bayou of The Green Swamp Headway waters of Florida's underground aquifer abound Sending moisturizing life to all in clear, cool sips of water in surround Cranes, Egrets and Foxes play among the Elderberry on display 'Tis the place that I love to roam this Green Swamp that I call home Wild Blackberries on the bush bramble-sweet delight Oh, the sound of Crickets chirping far into the night Fragrance of Magnolia lemony-nostril treat Butterfly-laden Saw Grasses trod softly 'neath my feet Moonlight covers The Green Swamp putting all to rest Great Horned Owl nestles little ones in the nest I breathe in the beauty of The Green Swamp in all her splendor Thinking this is just the way my forefathers did remember I stand knee-deep in Cypress where I still hear the ancient cry of Chief Osceola of the Seminoles coming through the rye I do all I can to keep the majesty pristine Remembering the legendary spirits walking through my dreams If you have a chance and happen to come my way I'll share the wonders of The Green Swamp on any given day *Now with a new homesteaded heart,I am leaving this beautiful place. Clermont, Florida has been my 'home' for over 14 years And I need to thank Logan for suggesting to me that I take a pouch of the soil to my new home ... (which really is my 'old' home) for I'm returning to DeLand, Florida, where I grew up. I shall dearly miss the poetic serenity of The Green Swamp~ The Postmaster chuckled when I asked him for Change Of Address cards for all poetic thoughts to be forwarded to Zip Code 32720~ Though my muses and I are packed and ready ... we leave a piece of our hearts here on Green Swamp Road~ April 30, 2002 =============================================================== ******** MARSHA ******** My Town Maidstone Maidstone it's a place of so much history 500 years the county town, why is a mystery I'd have chosen Canterbury a historic town It's loaded with sights look up or down Canterbury has The Cathedral where it's said The outspoken Thomas a Beckett lost his head What does Maidstone have to compare? The Arch Bishop's Palace a paltry affair What else is there? Oh yes I know Maidstone Prison where the worst men go The Royal Engineer barracks close by So close they can hear each other sigh We've lost the livestock market Exchanged it for a kind of cattle market The heifers here wear very short skirts While the bullocks enjoy these flighty flirts Three railway stations, yes I did say three Why you might ask? So go ahead ask me? There's Maidstone East, for London trains Then West for that place where prudery reigns Tunbridge Wells that spa town of note The place where 'Disgusted' of TW wrote Then the barracks gets one of it's own To ensure the soldiers actually get home The River Medway what an inspiring sight On a summer's day it's glittering bright But oh how we all curse its very name When the damm thing floods once again Once in 500 years they say it rises too high Every 500 hours more like just tell me why? The River Festival we have it every year Where revellers drink far too much beer I live on the edge of town, almost country People come with their dogs, let them run free The dogs leave deposits in the lane near by When I step in, that's it, in exasperation I sigh There's the crown courts an imposing place Where criminals go when they are in disgrace Is it a pretty town? Well I suppose it can be Certainly it is surrounded by much history Battles between Cavaliers and Roundheads Which left too many from both sides dead A Tolpuddle martyr, Wat Tyler lived here Stood up and declared he'd not live in fear We have the biggest Papermakers near by Paper is always made near a river, guess why? Water is essential to make it don't you see So we have the biggest and the best factory There I've written my town, an odd place Shown you its good and also ugly face I've tried to let you peek at all the sight Even let you see the county towns frights I don't know if you liked what you saw I could say but wait there's much more But I don't want to drone forever on anyway So ciao my friends I've now had my say =============================================================== ******* MARTIE ******* California The patterned inland is quilted in perfect symmetry from above in muted gold and brown, a beloved tapestry for harvesting this wealth from soil rich labor. Beside the mighty ocean the cliffs fall in oceans curl and the highway meanders in canyons wealth with a picket fence and wild flower faces, all the birds holding the wind then nestle in the curve that lifts them echoing the voice of sea to rest on driftwood castles strewn. The redwoods close into their wealth with mighty green enfolding and breathe so many moon-topped years to hold the dear fern greenly splendid, laying on this log beneath is like seeing creations beginning. The desert falls across the night and turns the eye in vast display of sky that shows such light that children from the city cry in awe that such a thing could be, and perfume delights the air that is freshened daily by the wind across the brave and graceful land. Each city sparkles with uniqueness. Splaying rooftops red tile gleam and cabins out of logs retreat on mountains high with warm hearth nestle, and there upon the ocean bluff with windows captured view pacific is my dream in splendor dangling. Clenched within the valleys fold families on cul de sacs watch from porches, children ride on bikes with training wheels, couples walk the dog and crickets hum as evening falls across the parks and lakes and streams that whisper home. --------- Glendora I am laced with feelings to the base of this green mountain San Gabriel, where I have poured out my sorrow and watched it bloom yearly from tears. On the oak tree that comforts the streets are my babies names, engraved with the date when my heart stopped for a minute and tried to capture them, hold them, before the scampering of time took them away. I have loved in the grass and sighed into the night of this neighborhood until I am as familiar as the mourning dove. Duct tape holds my feelings in and is wound tight to the curb where number 614 is painted in white. Each week Sunday drips in or weaves the warm of sun across my backyard, a delicious fabric of dappled light curled around this slow village, rendering colorful fabric crossing to stone churches. Trace this map of years. It paves a citrus grove that still harbors ancient scent. I can see the sheltering in this oak of years glistening crystal rain long into the sun of time. Blond and brittle, coloring book of porch and dark eyed treasure trash heavy alley of time seeps into this watching that stays, for this is home. ========================================================================= ******** MUYS ******** Aardenburg, Zeeuwsch-Vlaanderen, The Netherlands The town I used to live, was a Roman settlement, a village of ancient history. My house, three centuries old, was heaven on earth. No water running when we came there, No central heating, very cold in wintertime (the house doesn't like it, my husband used to say) The ceilings were almost four meters high, with sculpture in the corners. Two houses build as one, with arche roofed cellars, secret passing throughs, the hallway thirteen meters long, one could rollerscate quit easily. A thousand year old big church in my backyard, so God was close if I needed Him. A beautiful little town, very well preserved. We lived there for many, many years. And then, still somewhat unexpectedly: Dear old house, the saying goodbye. The time has come, I have to leave you, my old house with your beautiful wild garden. We all loved you so very much and worked hard to keep your beauty, your character and charisma. In this little Middleaged town you suited so well. In all those years we had to be careful not to cause you any harm, and in doing so we were prepared to live in a somewhat primitive way. We loved you and we were very happy, although sometimes sorrow was knocking at our door, as it does in everybody elses life, but you, old house, you gave us the strenght in wanting to be happy and picking up the thread again. We handed over the task to take care of you to the new owners, they will love you too and you, old house, will love them. In my new home I'll make a special corner with sweet memories of you. It is a heavy burden to say goodbye, but I have to, beautiful dear old house. I'm no longer capable to take care of you, or your beautiful garden. I can't find the words to describe you, you were paradise on earth for us, standing in the shadow of the big St. Baafs Church. You radiated such peace, one could come to ones senses in this stressful time. My Middleaged village Aardenburg continued itself through you to the garden. I hope you will shine again my sweet old house. As long as we live you will be remembered as something precious, that we cherished in our lives. I wish you a lot of happiness old house, with your romantic garden, where the old appletree still will remain. Some years later. Dear old house with your ancient garden. I don't know if you're happy with your new owners. I often pass by, the 'old' curtains still hanging there, they're closed. You look closed too, doorknob and handle not cleaned Without a gloss they don't shine this welcome as they did before. No flowers in the windowsills, no lovely little hats, no looking in, no smudges of flattening noses of curious people who are just enjoying the beautiful things inside the room. You always welcomed everybody. I did peep over the fence, your crooked path disappeared, the rosehedge has moved. They forced you into a straightjacket of hedges, you look like a French garden You've lost your medievel character. The appletree got some air, the cherrytree was chopped so good for he was almost choking you. And yet I saw you, still putting up your struggle with all your strenghts. There was weed again, we fought this weed for many years, but always lost the battle. In summer you would show off with a variety of wild flowers and people shouted "oh beautiful" and then you beamed ancient garden, because you did win again and I beamed with you for your beauty. Dear old house, we did love you so much It still touches me when I think of you. In my mind I see my dearest, standing in your garden You fight on old house, until you feel beautiful again. Goodbye my dear I empathize with you all along And now I live in Sluis, an ancient little village too. Beautiful, but crowded with tourists who come to spend their money. I made my little corner of remembrance. I chose to live on second floor, So I could see the tower of cityhall, a belfry, unique in it's kind I hear the ding dongs again of ancient bells, as I used to hear them in my old house, every day at eight o'clock. A tradition from way back, to warn the farmers on the fields to come home before the gates were closed. I was a lucky lady to have known this ancient house. ============================================================== ***** NAN ***** The waves roll on and gulls above soar high, Lone foghorns chanting Cape Cod's solitude. The dunes at rest beneath the autumn sky Envelop peaceful beaches once imbued. Bright foliage adorns the countryside, Surrounding sundried bogs of cranberries. This summer tourists' verdant welcome tide Now boasts majestic hues of burgundies. Synthetic lakes spew forth from each bog's moat Releasing berries for the harvest day, And bouyant crimson carpets lie afloat In just abeyance to be scooped away The ferries from Wood's Hole to Edgartown From Falmouth's harborfront over a mere Resplendent view of Martha's Vineyard Sound - "America the Beautiful" born here. =============================================================== ************* POET DEVINE ************* My Hometown I'm tired of the lonely desert Where heat can bake your brain Tired of those cactus dreams Tired of the cowboy's refrain I'm heading east in a little while Gonna find the eastern shore Adventure is what I'm seeking But I hope to find much more Hoping to find some peace of mind Family and maybe some new friends So I'll drive away, down Route 66 Keep going til the highway ends. =============================================================== **** RON **** Michigan Summer My road is sun baked dirt and stone, my yard a field of wild grass grown, and at my furthest boundary, tall rows of corn stand guard for me. At dark the stars become a torch, the brightest light from my back porch, and fireflies mime the stars in flight; I find I see much more at night. My neighbors are the maple trees and swooping wrens and bumble bees, a snowshoe rabbit running wild, a tawny doe with freckled child. We share a home near glacier's gift of arctic waters left adrift, one lake of many lakes around a place called Colon, my home town. =============================================================== *************** ROSEPETALS25 *************** I look back and watch As my place of firsts Fades away like a dream So many memories stored Rise to the surface and I smile Remembering when I wanted Nothing more than to get away Move out from the small town to Find freedom and excitement Now I almost wish to stay. Remembering so many times That warm my heart and Bring tears to my eyes Memories of my first love Of my first heartache. Of my first day of school Of meeting the people who Would become my closest friends Memories of family gathering Around the table at holidays With enough food to feed A small country spread out In front of our anxious eyes And growling stomachs I realize I like the small town look Of a cold winters day When the snow first falls. Everything is so perfect and Filled with quiet beauty The life that spring brings As everything begins to waken Flowers and tree blossoms Coming to life in a parade of Sweet scents and splendor The sunny days of summer. Hearing children play in twilight The sun lazily setting softly. People gathered in small groups Talking and laughing as they Make memories to last a lifetime. Or in the fall, when leaves of All shades and colors dance In time with the wind's harmony I lean back and close my eyes. A sigh comes to my lips as I reach And feel his hand by my side. I know there are memories waiting To be made in my new life ahead With his love guiding me into a brand new world A new home is my destination With the man I love and cherish Still in the corner of my heart Home will always be that small town. By Tara Bassler 30-Apr-02 =============================================================== ********** SUNSHINE ********** Was it just three short years ago, give or take a month That I wrote a poem of towns [which needed a little “umph!”] And here it is to see again, the feelings that I felt, I see by way of memory I’m still here in this belt Of farmers, ranchers, engineers, some solid type of folk Accountants, lawyers, bankers, too, in serious need of jokes! I can be in the glitz of things, or back to rural roots Look north, south, east or west, you see some wearing boots. I can reach for culture, and not look so very far, Or stand within a pasture and nearly touch a star I can hear the grasses blowing in the Kaws great wind Or sit among some artists and wear emotions thin I stand upon a crossroads that connects the east to west Where gentlemen in cummerbunds meet cowboys in their vests I see the cowboy in white hat traveling from north to south He’s been to see Great Canada, now heading for Gulf’s mouth This is the town they pass through, and some come here to stay A quiet little talented town, and we wave if you must stray On to other towns, where a landmark bears your name, But know if you passed by here, we’ll never be the same, For you have brought a difference, we noted it so true; We shall wave you on your way, and wish for you Good Views! ============================================================== ***** TITIA ***** No high buildings I see around me just wide horizons trimmed by trees Little dykes surrounding acres a paradise for birds and bees A little farmhouse we call our own of age about a hundred years They build and rebuild it many times there was happiness and shed of tears Neighbours, there are few around me I can count them up to four But there is much space between us and we come in by the back door Early Spring there is activity when the farmers sow their lands Day and night when rain is coming they give, when needed, helping hands In the Summer there are tourists but they're seeking the seashores So in my place it's always quiet except when storm lets hear it's roars Beautiful creeks you're finding here fringed with softly waving reed Ducks are nestling, laying eggs in the ditches the frogs will meet And then there is the harvest time stressiest time of the whole year leaving black and plowed soil I really enjoy all seasons here In the Winter all is quiet trees are bare and colors grey cuddling up against warm woodstoves I couldn't live any other way =============================================================== ******** VICTORIA ******** I grew up in Wilmington, Delaware just a few blocks from city hall when Pete Du Pont was governor and Joe Biden was a senator I loved slowly strolling banks of the Brandywine where George Washington and the British once fought Beneath willowy trees of a once Du pont estate Hagley Museum my favorite lovers' lane parking under the stars in my boyfriends arms even in the summer rain Tourists visit Rehobeth Beach Swimming in the Atlantic not far from Jersey shores Ocean city and Wildwood those beaches i adored Concerts in Philadelphia where the Eagles and Flyers play even Dick Clark had bandstand not too far away Amongst the chemical capital are many millionaires unfortunately I was not one of them a lovely blue hen state but I never saw a hen cause I was a city girl in Wilmington, Delaware way back then Victoria 4/27/02 =============================================================== [This message has been edited by Balladeer (05-06-2002 02:17 PM).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
*bookmarking*...will be back as time allows to enjoy all this has to offer...thank you Deer for organizing this sharing.  |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
This is amazing and so interesting. I don't know how I missed this opportunity to include my town, but all of these ppoems are so splendid! I could feel the warmth in each poem. A great effort and a memorable post Liz |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
How wonderful... Not only do we have a glimpse of our poets' homes, but an equally wondrous opportunity to see within their hearts... Thank you, Mike - for reminding us. This is a GREAT post..  |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
’Deer dearest heart this is utterly utterly perfect, thank you for putting this together. It’s important for communities to learn about each other. Although there’s nothing to learn about Krissy’s town except never believe estate agents, and I knew that anyway. The other places give a wonderful and descriptive vision of their homes. I love it, a wonderful and perfect example of what builds a community. A wonderful collaboration and I love it utterly. Definitely a keeper.    Love and warm stuff As always Mushy To give light to them that sit in darkness..... to guide our feet into the way of peace Luke 2:79 |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Um, aren't we missing a ditty from the 'Deer? As JM said, something to bookmark, and come back to read when it can all be taken in, the flavor, the texture, the wind and waves... You people are Passionate about the Planet! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Balladeer, One hell of a job. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Bravo to one and all!! Well done! Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
BRAVO!! and please promise to do it again, so I can include mine as well.....Thank you for sharing these wonderful homes...from these wonderful poets..Enjoyed each one..... Lauren~ I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Thank you for taking the time to do this Mike. I think a second one is in order!!! |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
The last one is mine deery..as the copyright says..haa..not Vas..*wink* great job though..will begin to read all of them soon..hugs ~Victoria [This message has been edited by Victoria (05-06-2002 10:53 AM).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Michael what a wonderful collaboration of poets and their home towns! Gives one an insight into how others perceive where they live or grew up, and also gives the reader a few ideas for future vacation spots! This is really a great idea...and into my library it goes! Enjoyed all of these so much! Thanks to all who contributed! |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 BRAVO!!! Oh Michael, this is fabulous, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!!! And of course I can't just thank you, but everyone who contributed to this, this is fabuloys masterpiece that helps us to know all about each other so much more! (BIG HUGGGSSSSSS) This is classic in my book, sweet friend, I'm adding this to my library, YAY, we all love you so much! You have such a beauitful heart, sweet Balladeer, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Well, that was one lunch trip that was quite the journey! Brings to mind an old song...can't remember the title, but I feel like I've been on one heck of a tour... |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Thanks, Michael..for thinking of this, and then spending the time to do it. Wonderful to read all these pieces of heart and soil. |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
From Europe to Australia and different States of America My Home Town...a collaboration I'm reading it in admiration Thanks old boy for your brilliant idea. Love Titia  A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess... |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Not to be savoured in one lump. But can't hardly leave it alone either. Wonderful colaboration. 'Deer did you forget where your home is? LOL I'll be bach!  It's never too late to have a good childhood! Woohoo! [This message has been edited by Larry C (05-06-2002 05:38 PM).] |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Thanks for organizing this little tour, Michael...it was a lot of fun to visit other poets' home towns. I think we need to do this every couple of months so that more poets can take part. ~home town hugsLyra |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Thank you all for reading and to the contributing poets for their work. I would love to do another. There are so many of us so scattered throughout the world. If anyone would like to send me theirs, I'll be happy to compile them and, when we have enough, come out with volume two! Larry C....you'll be bach? OK, I'll be Mozart! |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
It's taken me a long time to get through this in bits and pieces Michael, but I made a pact with myself that I wouldn't respond until I read through everyone's incredible work. What a treat this was ... such a vast gathering of poetic worlds ... I feel like I just took a trip, and never left home! Excellent work everyone ... I enjoyed each and every one tremendously. As Karilea would say ... this is a "keeper" for sure. Best wishes to all, /Kit |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Me thinks this needs a 'bump' Titia A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess... |
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Balladino Junior Member
since 2008-03-06
Posts 18Prehistorical |
What a hidden treasure. What a hidden treasure!!!! All wonderful !!! |
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Balladino Junior Member
since 2008-03-06
Posts 18Prehistorical |
Just for show this today(?) because I am still in yesterday. Those are beautiful poems. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Nothing like bringing back some history... It would be fun to do this again... |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Good grief! How did I not know of this gem? I printed it to keep you all close to me here in Vancouver. This was before my time, and seeing your words and having met some of you, I am proud to read you all. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I don't know how I missed this either... M |
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