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Pujakins: Welcome and Blessings to good poets who like to work on themselves and their words. We can all improve as we wish, all the best, Tasha Very Happy

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induce: Welcome to all! I do hope you stay ,,, GP ~ iT'S a "Great Place" ~ keep penning all.......... . .. . ............. . . '`~ induce ... andye
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ddkwenda: What's good all and glad to see the shouting is alive! GOOD! To those who want to get themselves noticed, you just have to connect with people on GP. People here are welcoming and easy to approach!
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Steveodawn: I am steve and i love it here. I am trying to understand hiw this place works and really learning fast...thank u butterflyzrfree for telling me about gotpoetry.com
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Aam4e: Hi there I'm Umar nice to meet you ;o] I'm new on the site just try to get some of my stuff out there and see what some ppl say here is one please let me know what you think of this I have a lot more where that came from. I have a blog have a look if you like what you see it's http://aam4e.thebl ogger.com.au MY COUNTRY Somewhere near the centre, out on the way to the middle Lined by desert heat and rugged unforgiving earth I saw the wonder and felt the prize captured in the land Harsh rocky outcrops rolling tumble fodder and rich red sand I felt the dreaming of this earth as the grains of sand soon spoke I felt the air reveal its wonder unlacing layers of hidden smoke Vision engulfing my entire core and my eternal being The sun it spoke, the clouds they talked, In an arrangement of an internal seeing Resonating within this frame no part bigger than the next Layer upon delicate layer a precession of secrets well kept The unity of the function, the networking so complete Inter-dependence and independence all captured within the web Rolling seasons, waxing moons, a land quite alive – not dead Despite man’s best efforts this country still lives to dream So harsh and cruel a treatment from a mother’s youngest son A tragic tale of love gone wrong and humanity stripped away Laid to waste by the foul and weak all remains of the day How could a mother trust again could she ever face our way? And if we could ever move forward, what would we ever say? 20 – 10 – 2011 Hope to hear from you soon have a good one....
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butterflyzrfree: Hey Judih, assuming western Negev is realtively quiet, as I am gettig no letters. How are YOU?
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badmalthus: Love & Peace my friend.
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schlegel: Heh Bobby where are you? ha ha Jon
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induce: Lots of life here on Got Poetry, keep it up all.
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Jigsaw: MR. JOHN
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wylde: "In order to form an immaculate member of a flock of sheep one must, above all, be a sheep." ~einstein~
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butterflyzrfree: Also, I quit joining slams as no matter if my best poems are on there, they get shot down in the first round. For me this is not enjoyable or fair. I don't need to win. I don't need to be popular. I vote fairness.
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butterflyzrfree: Mamta is not the only one with these sentiments. So many of us share them. THANKS TO MAMTA EVERYBODAY!!!!!
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induce: GP it's a Good Place.*
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dav.smith: Man I still get lost around here. Hi know I'd find your place soon enough. You and John doing great with this site... it rocks.
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