some poetry

[Guest guest]

There's a castle on the ledge above the ocean and it has led me to

the slightest notion. That there is something that dwells out there

out in the fine mist night time air. And yet all the more i can't

help but wonder as the world is torn asunder in a rage of roaring

thunder. And yet it just seems like a blithering blunder, but yet

there are things that leave us to decide what there is to dwell on

and what is to abide. For there is much to think about in such a

society of people of much thought and friendship .

For like a rose that sits in a garden if i may say " beg your pardon "

but there is a mere shallowness to what is seen through some

perceptive eyes. But others might not see so bleakly as they only

pay so meekly as to what is going on around them and make certain

things get done. For in a world that never rests and constantly

always attests to the old adage that one would say of " nothing more

and nothing less. " I cannot help but wonder merely of those who are

thoughtty and those are prayerly, and then there are those simply

lead their lives rather sedentarily.

For life is something of a challenge and one may always constantly

rally, all the more like a gladiator fighting until the finish. And

when one does fight til the finish what is it that we have to

diminish from the truth and what lyes between the here and now? For

very often there is so much that we often feel out of touch and and

so as such that it can cause something of a social flux. But there

are those who know the truth all the way from here to Deluthe, And i

should know for i have seen them passing by day after day. But in my

prayers are people i've seen day after day,night after night. As all

tread ever on through life in a concisive flight.

Signed,

Greg

I honestly could go on forever i am a very free thought, free hand

poet whereas i can think of it all off of the top of my head as i am

writing it. I just have to think of a good beginning to it and i'm

on my way .

[Guest guest]

Greg,

I was an English education major in college, and if you were in any

of the classes I taught during my clinicals I would have given you

an " A. "

You (any any other members) are welcome to put your writings in the

Publications folder in the Files section if you'd like. (If you have

trouble and would like me to do it, I'd be pleased).

Tom

> There's a castle on the ledge above the ocean and it has led me to

> the slightest notion. That there is something that dwells out

there

> out in the fine mist night time air. And yet all the more i can't

> help but wonder as the world is torn asunder in a rage of roaring

> thunder. And yet it just seems like a blithering blunder, but yet

> there are things that leave us to decide what there is to dwell on

> and what is to abide. For there is much to think about in such a

> society of people of much thought and friendship .

>

> For like a rose that sits in a garden if i may say " beg your

pardon "

> but there is a mere shallowness to what is seen through some

> perceptive eyes. But others might not see so bleakly as they only

> pay so meekly as to what is going on around them and make certain

> things get done. For in a world that never rests and constantly

> always attests to the old adage that one would say of " nothing

more

> and nothing less. " I cannot help but wonder merely of those who

are

> thoughtty and those are prayerly, and then there are those simply

> lead their lives rather sedentarily.

>

> For life is something of a challenge and one may always constantly

> rally, all the more like a gladiator fighting until the finish.

And

> when one does fight til the finish what is it that we have to

> diminish from the truth and what lyes between the here and now?

For

> very often there is so much that we often feel out of touch and

and

> so as such that it can cause something of a social flux. But there

> are those who know the truth all the way from here to Deluthe, And

i

> should know for i have seen them passing by day after day. But in

my

> prayers are people i've seen day after day,night after night. As

all

> tread ever on through life in a concisive flight.

>

>

>

> Signed,

> Greg

>

> I honestly could go on forever i am a very free thought, free hand

> poet whereas i can think of it all off of the top of my head as i

am

> writing it. I just have to think of a good beginning to it and i'm

> on my way .