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no love , no point

being a vampire and artist it would be hard to starve, wiht such a plenty full food supply , lol

great to read that , thanks

this is very true, but as I have said many times , if it was easy , I would not do it

well thank you for reply, the sad truth of me is i am way better poet than marketeer , but that said it is my passion , and I love what I write, which makes me terrible judge

You had a story to tell, if the person who wrote "boy in striped pyjama's" had listened to all the publishers that said no , he would not have had hit, certainly if based on content, when you have a story to tell , it forces you to do it

anyone and everyone, can be a poet, I only ascribe the title to myself , because I think I am good, but that remains to be proved on so many levels

This is so true, it's not for any airy ideal I wrote what I wrote , but to me the poetry is where it begins and ends, let's be honest, I live in a recession hit country, I have seen my pension been cut by thirty percent in less than two years, so I know how hard it is to pay bill's and live day...

The great question, so often asked, here is my take on it, I write poetry, its niche at best, and in my case for those that read , an acquired taste, would I change , would I spend my day's writing affirmations, or haiku's no would be answer , not that there is anything wrong with it , but its...

Autumn The sign's are there The wet road littered with leaves Like life strewn with , what might have been Autumn or the fall as our American cousins say Has that sense of foreboding, like a stay of execution Before winters decay Forty eight autumns have come and gone The laughter lines are...

thank you for your reply

if you want to check out what I have done ,then just google my name gerard quain , or go tto the top of my profile page and check the links, from what I have seen on varying writing sites , paying for reviews is now causing real problems

thank you for your comments

here is hoping that he can whisper my name loudly in right ear

being Invisible I sit and watch the world pass Wrapped up against the elements A door way for a home Against the world alone The heaving rush of busy people Going faster to their destinations No time to worry about the poor Averted eyes their noble cure Sleeping with one eye open Fearful...

there is only one question , when will I win it , sorry having "Sheldon" moment

thank you, it seem a shadow thought,but this poem is not a question or a judgement, it is just out there

Screams She sits wondering how it came to this How life has conspired to make her feel this way She used to dance and sing She was so full of life In twenty minutes , it had all changed The stroke Now she has all these words she can not utter Constrained in a body, that no longer responds to...

Wow , it gives so much to think about , thank you

thank you