Greetings, The Rebel:
So much I can relate to. Suffice it to say that we raised our kids "in the truth" and "out of the truth."
Will explain later in a PM.
Have a good day.
will i say " orlando, your hair is too long, and needs to be cut short" and never will i say " orlando, invites to birthday parties can't be accepted".
and i will buy my son books he wants to read, books that bring him happiness, and that he understands.
and by so doing, i hope he will acquire happy memories of his childhood, so that the sensitive and delicate, in him will be allowed to grow.
Greetings, The Rebel:
So much I can relate to. Suffice it to say that we raised our kids "in the truth" and "out of the truth."
Will explain later in a PM.
Have a good day.
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
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https://www.jehovahs-witness.com/topic/179386/post-picture-thread-nice-meet-you?page=210&size=10
A Happy Morn, Half banana, ZAPPA-ESQUE, and Nancy Drew:
What a wonderful surprise to find you here in The Poets' Corner of a sunny morning! THANK YOU!
I have written elsewhere that there's little poetry nowadays here. Your contributions and sentiments are welcome and a pleasure to my oft-parched soul and spirit.
Half banana: A British writer of note has compared me to Bronte. He discovered me -- lost in thought, as usual -- gazing into the azure. He introduced me to the diminutive redhead (PBB) and, since, the three of us have transcended time and space and become fast friends. I, however, am a stocky redhead.
ZAPPA-ESQUE: Agreed, vis-a-vis putting careers on hold and losing. Well, not totally, I hope. It's wonderful you and your wife are helping children. I relate, myself a teacher of over 50 years. Some former students are now teachers themselves. Please continue to do what you do -- you will reap if you do not tire out! Thanks for videos.
Nancy Drew: You never fail to inspire and make me laugh! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Flynn has been replaced by Branwell because the photo of me on the link above will not process as an avatar.
Blessings and Peace . . .
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
.
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
.
Revision:
I FEEL A SADNESS so deep, yet friends wonder
why both my art and drapes remain undrawn.
Long gone the muse who promised me solace
while guys played ball and climbed tall trees.
A blank canvas before me demands:
"Here's your life! Where's it gone?"
'Tis far too late to be what I
could have been . . .
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
.
Thank you, Village Idiot.
I was paraphrasing that wonderful George Eliot quotation. I relate totally to the mixed emotions engendered by those sentiments.
Interesting that a thread I started last night (but wouldn't process) is now here, as of some 40 minutes ago!
Blessings and peace . . .
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
.
I Feel a Sadness so deep that friends wonder
why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.
Gone is the muse who promised me solace
while guys played ball and climbed tall trees.
A blank canvas before me says,
"Here's your life, where has it gone?"
Is it too late to become what I
might have become . . .
you have left me.. .
it may as well be the moon where you have taken up residence.. .
i gaze upon beauty supernal -- heaven's vault -- and imagine you there, on the moon, a speck upon the bright and glassy plate of a night sky.
Thank you, The Rebel:
Profound thoughts. yours.
Input from others is so needed, even insofar as helping the poet delve deeper into recesses (presently unknown to him) that have already opened up to his readers. I am grateful.
Since my photos are too large and reducing them has proved ineffective, I posted Branwell Bronte -- truly, a sad poet -- as my avatar. He has proven himself an inspiration to me: the tormented, diminutive redhead.
So very much me . . .
Blessings, Friend.
you have left me.. .
it may as well be the moon where you have taken up residence.. .
i gaze upon beauty supernal -- heaven's vault -- and imagine you there, on the moon, a speck upon the bright and glassy plate of a night sky.
I FEEL A SADNESS so deep that friends wonder
why both art and blinds remain undrawn.
Long gone the muse who promised me solace
while guys played ball and climbed tall trees.
A blank canvas before me demands,
"Here's your life; where's it gone?"
'Tis far too late to be what I
might have been . . .
-- THE SAD POET
i start this thread in response to a comment by a jw apologist called simonsays on another thread.
he claimed to have read all three volumes of vindication by rutherford (my sympathy if true).
he further implied that it didn't matter that old jw literature said wrong and stupid things, saying:.
Karl Klein, my friend, was a slightly high-strung but affable chap. We traveled around NY and visited KHs on Sundays and gave a musical program of cello and piano duets. Too, his cello was strung highly.
Those were different times . . .
there appear to be some people who are of the mistaken opinion that endlessly clicking the like or dislike button 20x will mean 20x votes.. it doesn't !!!.
only one vote is ever counted.
1 user, 1 vote, each post.
Yes, this is true. I accidentally clicked onto like six times on one of Simon's posts and it registered initially as six, then reverted back to one.
It certainly deserved six likes.