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Milieu the Number 1 Answerer on the USA Leader board (the one with the most BA's) has altered his/her avatar. Yes that's right, and has now included the name "The Top Dog' which was one that I used to describe him/her in one of my answers yesterday. Yes, it's been lifted. If you were me would...

A Measure of Comfort In her grief, weary from the wash of life's waves, she struggled to stay afloat. On a hook, forlorn, his navy bathrobe hanging where he'd left it. She took it, wrapped herself inside, collar up, and inhaled his essence.

treasure in his personal effects a wallet well-worn brown leather ingrained with life she hesitated opened and found inside with new notes a name-band the one placed on her tiny wrist minutes after her birth he had treasured it for thirty-nine years she swallowed her sadness and felt so valued...

thank you? Still experimenting with different forms Dyslexic grip i captured dissappointment and held it in my eye saw clear its choked expression let out a strangled cry so offered him my shoulder to ease his injured pride and told him that i loved him while all his hope then died Oh yes...

...verse, thank you? Still inspired by Lovechild's question on pain, trying to experiment A bronze coin dropped inside the slot registered in my mind the thinking deep made me weep solutions I can't find a hidden hell too sore to tell is buried with the years alongside dreams of hopeless...

This is a poet, (I think he is British) now in his 60's who is also a rich business man. I bought this book earlier this week and just love some of his stuff. He has homes in New York as well as London. If you do know of him, what is your favourite poem by him? This is an example of his work...

Our cherry tree's pink petal fall Drifts lightly over garden wall, And settles on the cold, damp ground, Sublime, in silence, not a sound. Magnolia my special treat, The creamy blooms blush, shy and sweet With centre stain a rich dark wine, At times a vision just divine. The trellis by the old...

Windsor Sleeps A mist has crept and crawled its way across the fields to Eton's bank, to where our craft is safely moored by tow path route, sop wet and dank. The haze stops short of river near as amber rays of rippled light, shoot from the lamps on waters edge to thrust and strike like...

A single tear tripped down his cheek And perched itself on tip of lip. He knew that I had seen it run, So came out with a shotgun quip "The smoke from fire, caused eyes to smart" I said to him "There is no fire". The honest truth he would not give What more from him could I enquire? Born in a...

Well wedded A poem for my love, I penned, A first for me it must be said. Then placed it with his Christmas card Near photograph of day we wed. The words I wrote, escaped the veil, Explaining what he meant to me, In case with years, he misconstrued My feelings, for complacency. I watched him...

...Please comment on my poem? All I am A converted loft is where I lie with window in its sloping roof, and there I view the midnight sky, its ball of moon which stands aloof Soft lunar beams rain down on me, my face is drenched in silver light. Convinced I am, this is the key inspiring me...

...love of poetry? My Grandad used to recite The Lady of Shalott to me when I was 9. (Alfred Tennyson) I knew great chunks of it off by heart. Loved poetry ever since

I write mine in my bedroom, which is double aspect. One window looks out on to a beautiful silver birch tree, which can inspire me all year round with the changing seasons.(it's taller than the house) The other window looks out on my garden. I can only write where I feel comfortable. Change of...

Cassie - An acrostic poem Chris, not Cassie Affectionate by nature Sassie in outlook Sensuous and perceptive Imagination runs free Ever grateful for what she's got

...poems, thanks? The Time Thief The seasons come, the seasons go From winter chill to bursting spring Then summer suns, and leafy fall. Whilst all around I sense the change The loss of you remains the same. Death can steal time, But can't rob memories Or kill love (written after my Dad died...

thanks? Insomniac I'm tired. Like velvet in my bed Three pillows cushioned round my head The duvet cuddled round my frame Commencing now? The waiting game The other half is sound asleep As I resort to counting sheep My brain becomes a spiteful pest Preventing me from getting rest It flickers...

Seen But Not to be Heard Recollecting polished rosewood Some decades now slipped by Silver hairpins grace the table In a tangled heap they lie Stiff hands reach out to find them Blue-blotched and veined the skin "Do you see where I've put them?" Her voice strains, cracked and thin Black dress...

Violet Little Violet stretched on tip-toe Nose pressed to the window pane, Ivory skin stained by teardrops Tangled ringlets, a cascading mane. Tiny hands clench the worn sill Stockinged feet touch the skirting, Rose-bud mouth all a tremble, Why is poor Violet hurting? Purple dress hangs in...