Hey there,
I was scrolling through the poems and happened upon this one by you.
It appeals to me, I really like it.
Thanks

Hi Manna,

I am sorry to hear of your lack of stamina re: this piece.
However I am not perturbed.
To me who was there on that night it sits right and that really is all that is important to me.
I may post some more bits and bobs on this site another time.

Take care

Hi Manna

I am back and ready to continue with the workshop I do hope you are still prepared to do so.

Thank you my daughter is feeling better: she has a mental illness.
However that tale is for another time.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Hi Manna, I guess that on any site there is the chance that cyber space will become hungry and eat someones words I wrote to you last evening but the words never found their way to this site, I guess they were eaten. I have no time tonight to rewrite them as I have a daughter in crisis who needs my ...

Hi Manna and Imaginary friend, Is there a reason you think I would not want you to go on to the end? I am strong and know how I felt at this particular concert, however as I have the right of reply ............. "Self centred" (interesting) you are the first person to ever call me that and...

Manna, I would be most interested to recieve your thoughts on what has been written cliche' and all. When the student is ready to learn the teacher will appear Saaid I would like for you to read some of the other poems I have written (but another day they are not going anywhere) Deelyn (Lyndee) PS L...

Thank you for your responses, Please note I did make an error and "angels" is what I mant to write it is now corrected. The use of the word "angles" did change the meaning giving that line a sharpness I did intend to be there. I am open for suggestions and peoples thoughts, I hav...

Hi Manna,
Before i committ to my peice being workshopped... can you explian the process..as i am very new to this.

Cheers

A February Evening On a near steaming February evening I sat in front of the Master Many strangers filling the rows surrounding me But he only sang to me, to me whose eyes he could not see in the darkened arena His thoughts in verse and music like tentacles stroked my mind and heart He with the gold...

Enjoy

5th Feb 2009 Melbourne My Private Notes. On a near steaming February evening I sat in front of the Master Many strangers filling the rows surrounding me But he only sang to me, to me whose eyes he could not see in the darkened arena His thoughts in verse and music like tentacles stroked my mind and ...