tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.comments2023-06-29T16:28:55.308-07:00JoeC's Poetry Blog SpotJoeChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-71428814810754384952023-06-29T16:28:55.308-07:002023-06-29T16:28:55.308-07:00<3 A. <3 A.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-83325814895277598952022-09-11T13:50:18.754-07:002022-09-11T13:50:18.754-07:00It'll be a massive book of poetry and beautifu...It'll be a massive book of poetry and beautiful pictures when you get them all in print! Brilliant! ...................<br />Olwen's sister xnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-90874233287230978802022-01-13T07:30:00.320-08:002022-01-13T07:30:00.320-08:00Sounds pretty death metal. CoolSounds pretty death metal. CoolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-3066768702958587722021-06-08T23:07:26.349-07:002021-06-08T23:07:26.349-07:00Thanks Anonymous. I am so glad there are people th...Thanks Anonymous. I am so glad there are people that keep reading my poetry, visiting my blog and enjoying my photographs. JoeChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-70668663464617103702021-06-06T08:24:12.579-07:002021-06-06T08:24:12.579-07:00I love your poetry and photos and will keep checki...I love your poetry and photos and will keep checking for sure! <3 A..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-10625185166549429202021-02-06T05:22:27.455-08:002021-02-06T05:22:27.455-08:00Thank you for those generous words Lorna. I am hum...Thank you for those generous words Lorna. I am humbled by my father's recent death. JoeChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-28965626340993740772021-01-28T01:06:02.609-08:002021-01-28T01:06:02.609-08:00Beautiful words, Richard. Your soul speaks.
Beautiful words, Richard. Your soul speaks. <br />Olwen's sisternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-49301682883609149492020-09-19T20:15:59.429-07:002020-09-19T20:15:59.429-07:00I love this, for some reason it makes me smile.. A...I love this, for some reason it makes me smile.. AAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-21016545772396369532020-09-13T04:08:46.702-07:002020-09-13T04:08:46.702-07:00Good one...on the 59th Anniversary of my Wedding. ...Good one...on the 59th Anniversary of my Wedding. My marriage, ......my sister Olwen, my Bridesmaid, at 13 years of age..... How quickly she grew up and went adventuring.... and flew <br />away before me. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-17784694204041705272020-08-23T11:32:22.628-07:002020-08-23T11:32:22.628-07:00This is brilliant! A.
This is brilliant! A.<br /> Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-30798965748454647072020-05-18T02:40:46.536-07:002020-05-18T02:40:46.536-07:00Thanks Phil! Cheers!
Thanks Phil! Cheers!<br />JoeChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-53819290513282589262020-05-16T12:28:27.514-07:002020-05-16T12:28:27.514-07:00HI Richard,
Re: Tues, May 12th poem
I really lik...HI Richard,<br /><br />Re: Tues, May 12th poem<br /><br />I really liked your line,<br /><br />" ...I washed over you<br />Just because I loved you<br />Like water....<br /><br />:) Phil MaderArikcarlohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03355792626941881011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-814938973452320042019-02-03T12:42:04.845-08:002019-02-03T12:42:04.845-08:00Thank you Anonymous!Cheers!Thank you Anonymous!Cheers!JoeChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-8872111228070836432019-01-31T02:31:21.968-08:002019-01-31T02:31:21.968-08:00Spinning love into flawless ribbons of gold.. abs...Spinning love into flawless ribbons of gold.. absolutely lovely! A.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-63982779227930961162018-07-29T03:27:27.313-07:002018-07-29T03:27:27.313-07:00Thanks Phil for your generosity. Cheers my friend!...Thanks Phil for your generosity. Cheers my friend!JoeChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-32649146384804370682018-04-12T00:28:32.053-07:002018-04-12T00:28:32.053-07:00I love this! A.
I love this! A.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-23131168782884510972018-04-11T05:47:39.532-07:002018-04-11T05:47:39.532-07:00Thanks. It makes me smile too. Cheers! Thanks. It makes me smile too. Cheers! JoeChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-6040362253516416282018-04-10T03:19:39.016-07:002018-04-10T03:19:39.016-07:00Thanks Phil! Cheers my fellow poet! Thanks Phil! Cheers my fellow poet! JoeChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-64570292737872629552018-03-29T07:02:37.820-07:002018-03-29T07:02:37.820-07:00re: W.B. Yeats and The World At War
I like........re: W.B. Yeats and The World At War<br /><br /><br />I like......<br /><br />"Searching for words in the Irish muck"<br /><br />Best, Phil Mader, poet, Nelson BC<br />Arikcarlohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03355792626941881011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-48239351020451260972018-03-29T06:55:21.721-07:002018-03-29T06:55:21.721-07:00Hi Richard,
re: YOU WOKE ME
I like.....
One fin...Hi Richard,<br /><br />re: YOU WOKE ME<br /><br />I like.....<br /><br />One fine romantic day I think you love me,<br />The next tangled fray I feel you shun me,<br />What a careless wild creature you are,<br />What a hopeless foolish man I am,<br />How can I ever trust your words again?<br />When you tell me you want me,<br /><br /><br />Best, Phil Mader, poet, Nelson BCArikcarlohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03355792626941881011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-3610711828664380772018-03-25T18:44:15.094-07:002018-03-25T18:44:15.094-07:00Thank you so very much Maria! How very kind of you...Thank you so very much Maria! How very kind of you to say write such a welcome and nice comment! Best wishes!JoeChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-26416747749498516572018-03-24T12:24:21.785-07:002018-03-24T12:24:21.785-07:00This is so beautiful...This is so beautiful...Maria Salvadorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11104685193558898885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-26359532500360382332018-03-03T13:12:59.032-08:002018-03-03T13:12:59.032-08:00This poem makes me smile, one of my favourites for...This poem makes me smile, one of my favourites for sure! A.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-78566211024398280902018-02-09T21:30:17.543-08:002018-02-09T21:30:17.543-08:00Yes, my poor young friend Brian. Unfortunately Bri...Yes, my poor young friend Brian. Unfortunately Brian shot himself (accidentally we were told)in September 1973. Brian had been one of my best friends, living just down the street from my family home. Brian was only twenty when he died, but as we all know tragedy happens on this earthly plane. I still think of him these many years later. I can't help but wonder how his life would have gone if he had not died that September day.JoeChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025072973780305907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181203997804796721.post-91590240858857075372018-02-09T14:13:13.704-08:002018-02-09T14:13:13.704-08:00Hauntingly, sadly beautiful Can't put into wo...Hauntingly, sadly beautiful Can't put into words what this poem stirs. Poor Brian.Olwen's sisternoreply@blogger.com