I do wonder

[gingerjon]

Coventry
I wrote this poem down for you and you
You can be assure it’s all brand new
Struggling with words of what to write
Of many things to express on this site
But have my endeavours been in vain
Not many words of thanks did I gain
So to day I wear my puzzled mask
Have I been sent to Coventry I ask
I have pondered and thought much of this
I think I will have to give this poetry a miss
It seems perhaps that I am not on my own
Others I have noticed seem to be all alone
All we want is a fair crack of the whip
Or do you want us to abandon the ship

 

[SuBee]

I'm not sure I agree..............

I think the poem should be written just how you feel it should................if theres no feedback..............so be it.........

I think it depends on the mood you are in when you read the poem...........sometimes it grabs you........sometimes it doesnt......... not sure that feedback is essential........you could end up having too superficial feedback....just for the sake of it........


Let it flow................and if it feels good then that is satisfaction enough.......others satisfaction is a bonus

 

[Kandor]

Shall I telll you something John? my best work (in my opinion) is my early stuff on here yet I can honestly say 60% of those had no comments at all...rest assured, you ARE a very talented man..I have to agree with Rod and Sue..

 

[Jerry]

There are a lot of good poets on this site and I very rarely comment on their work but I do read all the postings
For myself, I write firstly for my own pleasure, if I didn't enjoy writing poems why would I bother
When people respond then that's a bonus but remember that the main thing is that they are reading the poems, if they didn't like what they read they wouldn't keep coming back for more
So if you enjoy writing poems then why would you stop?
And be guided by your viewing figures, regular readers will by now know what to expect from your poems so if they keep coming back for more then that is in itself a vote of approval

 

[gingerjon]

I must point out that they are my words, they were wrote because of mail I have received asking me what I thought about the response to their poetry I can see the point they are making, and I must admit I like to think people like the words I write and also bear in mind they are some lonely people out there reaching out to us for companionship.
I have seen some outstanding poems on this site and they are all free.
"Remember all the lonely People"


For what reason do we post out work if as you say it’s for your own pleasure, this statement I don’t understand. As I see it one poem encourages a reaction for other people to submit their work, most poems are reactions to what we see or hear and yes I write for pleasure but not one sided. I do like to think the pleasure is two sided.

 

[Pomgolian]

:angel: As I said earlier in the month...

122 Made In Brum / John Houghton / Re: my word ? on: February 03, 2006, 09:15:42 PM

:angel: I read all the poem posts John and there are some very good ones... I don't always comment even on the ones I like, for fear of repeating myself over and over again and sounding condescending or glib.

You and the others write some very good stuff, well worth taking the time to read.

Chris :angel:

 

[Kate]

John, I agree with all the above.  I am afraid I struggle to keep up with everything on the site and often read postings, including the poetry, and don't respond.  Probably I do not respond as much as I should to the poetry because that takes some time to make an intelligent considered comment - whereas I can just put something silly on the more jokey threads.  But for any of the poets on our forum to stop writing would be a sin - sharing our work is what it is all about.  Yes, I know it's disappointing when you check and no one has said a blinking word about your work, but you just move on and get over it and write a new piece   Anyway, that's what I reckon :crazy2:

 

[David Weaver]

How's this for comment please. Didn't know where else to send it.

‘The Valley of the Whistling Wind’​

David Weaver ©​

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When you walk through ‘The valley of the whistling wind’,​

in the rock carve the face of a lover.​

Feel the fresh breeze from a land faraway,​

and remember the love for another.​

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The sun shines harsh off the granite peaks,​

at the ridge beware the sheer drop.​

On reaching the edge there is much more to see,​

near the pinnacle of crags at the top.​

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Follow my footsteps for it’s safer that way,​

tread only where I have stepped.​

Pause in the shadows where no one will see,​

let’s mark the place where we slept.​

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Smell the sweet blossoms swept up from below,​

hear the music of the wind through the caves.​

Like a giant pipe organ designed by the gods,​

carved out by celestial slaves.​

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Try pressing your face into pure driven snow,​

feel the sharp tang of ice on your lips.​

I’ll stand behind you and we’ll breathe out white mist,​

whilst I’m gently caressing your hips.​

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There’s a path to the right which leads to forever,​

let’s start our journey again.​

Walk past all the ghosts of our yesterdays,​

and forget all those moments of pain.​

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We’ll go on a journey of never return,​

choose from a hundred side tracks.​

With the stars in your hair we’ll follow your light,​

but whatever you do don’t look back.​

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[David Weaver]

John I've just read this and can only say it's the writers lot I'm afraid, but never stop because we are the true history and it must never be forgotten. I sat on my father's shoulders in Alrewas, the other side of Litchfield, and watched Coventry burn just a an orange glow on the far horizon. Never forget it. David Weaver