I wont hog this thread, but if you click on poetry page you can see a couple i put up, i hope they make you smile or open emotions of some kind, dont want to put up much as i need to print them with rights first. But i am a man of all seasons,,
A bump is a bang, Or is that just slang, When you bump your head, You'll feel just dread, Then maybe you will bump your car, But was it your fault, The judge asks at bar, I think theres also a song with bump, Dont know the words, I think im stumped.
Thats true, but i think they where the ones that taught with there heads and not with there hearts. A march would be like a disco, once a few get on the floor the others would follow in step.
Thats fair comment but as you know there are two sides to a line. Most folk want all i said but are scared to say incase they get attacked, but in reality majority would love a full country again. And im sure that when sf get higher status that will be seen, there is already people signing up every day on the quite to give them higher support, but they wont should from fear and all the talks from the folk that want it but wont say it, but if ever they get power, watch how maney hipoccrits we have in the land. this aint political thread anyway
I believe that we should march on historical grounds on the anniversary of the fallen people that gave us our freedom today. That should not be gone unoticed and in six years time should be regaured as an honour to being Irish. Outside the GPO there should be a flag of white, gold and green for all to be seen, and remember and respect the people that saved us what we have today, freedom of speech, votes, and origion of our culture, however small that is..... it is more than we would have if our brave men did not stand up for what we have now,, and that in there eyes was the future,
They are just leg stretches and warm ups, but they also increase muscular growth unaware to you as you do them, but its like anything strange to start but then very comforting. its like an advanced yoga routine, they all came from the monks and there methods of slow work is the most powerful body training in history, and the most effective, they work there bodies and mind in one session. saves energy and we have to all try to save the planet,, so there ways where right from decades ago. the masters of spirituals body and mind give it a shot and see
You should take up thai quando, you wont need weights then, body builds itself threw training, much easier and kill two with one stone,, (matter of speech)
Respect your views and thanks what they see is what they get, maybe i have a tough image and also am hardy, but yin yang, i am best friend ever to those that know me, but i also am kickboxer/boxer and that gives me myrough looks,, blame my parents,
I agree with you 100% but if anyone read my threads they would know me. Images are but prints on paper, reality is a form of understanding, understanding is a way of life, life is for real, not just an image?
aww thanks, you have read my story then, but im sure you have noticed some have seen my cover and steered clear, had one say looks like i spent most my life in prison you have good insight, i like that, its a rare thing
Thanks, but if we keep looking back we will never see the things in front of us in future and may walk into troubles blind, or not see whats really there.
Sorry, the old saying about people judging books by there cover, how true do people think that is,, as i no first hand that som people do. Just wanted to find out what others think, how's things kal? hope you well
Here's one of my own poems i wrote about a friend, i hope ye like it.
I still see your face as you walk away, What could i do or could i say, I lie alone in bed each night, It hurts so bad it cant be right, You've been my love since childhood days, But now your gone so far away, Your deep blue eyes, Your smile so bright, Thats all i see in bed each night, I recall the times when we were small, We used to hear our parents call, Then we would hide up in the trees, Oh the were great memories, As the years passed bye and our bodies grew, The fun we had just me and you, Then came one day you went away, I got a call and a voice did say, I'm sorry but your best friends dead, For she got knocked down and hit her head, My eyes filled up and my throat went dry, I couldn't speak but only cry, And i know someday i'll be with you, Our memories of our love so true.
A hole some say is found in the ground, Whilst others would say that its full, Like in round, It can be a thing that you'll fall into, Or a gap in a fence that we can peep threw, A missing piece of a full structure, And with w in front, is a new vocablure.
RE: New Limerick Thread
ah stop