Freespirit

A Friend.

2006-11-14T06:37:00.000-08:00

I would like to add to my blog the name of a poetry site that gave me a break years ago before they went on the internet, in the past they have published endless poems i have written and might still remember me.
I won one of there top prizes and last Christmas they kindly sent to me a book called, The poppy fields. a beautiful book full of some of the best war poetry i have ever read. They will always be remembered by me.
http://forewardpress.co.uk/ They are much bigger now with places in america and all over, they have continued to grow.

Are all good writers eccentric?

2006-11-14T06:04:00.000-08:00

I think that all real writers are eccentrics and loners even when they have familys. Not all bloggers are writers some fill there pages with pictures of there friends and family or places they have been. Some are clever with the graphics that melt out hearts to look at and make us want to go back to look again. I would like to combine graphic art and my poetry but at the moment this will have to do. But waiting in the wings is some one i know who does magical graphics who as told me when i am ready i can download some of her magic onto my pages and how proud i would be to do that hopefully in the near future. Thanks mary. To work together with some one like Mary to add the beauty that she creates to my pages of poetry would make for a magical site i would be proud of.

To be a writer you need a good imagination you just have to look at jk Rowlings, pages full of exciting things
nothing dull, always some thing new and exciting ,C.S Lewis and Narnia another wonderful example of a great imagination with a spiritual lift to it. Catharine Cookson my favourite author of adult stories writes from real life, earthy deeply involved stories of life in the north of england.

mixed up world.

2006-11-14T02:36:00.000-08:00

Some people never see anything wrong in others or always can find some thing good in any one. Then there are the ones who see nothing good in any one except perhaps those they know well or there own family, and then there are some can not even see any good in there own familys.

There are the forgiving sorts who are rare and those who bare grudges, being the forgiving sort i am sorry for them they hate any one for just about any reason atall and never forgive, i know of people who do not know why they are full of hate. I thank god for the ability to be able to say hi to some one who as hurt me deeply and to put it aside and start again. If they will not meet me harf way then i can say i tried and my conscionce is clear. I am a better person than they are.

Some times its hard to see why a certain person is popular they are unforgiving, bad tempered, dishonist, and every thing one might hate but they have a lot of friends, or is it as my daughter says people are afraid of them so they do what they want.

What makes us what we are? I have always believed that its much easier to be a nice likeable person if life as been good to you. If every time in your life you struggle to get on with out the support of others you are not such a likable person. Some times we are unlucky with the sort of people we meet in life.

I was in church once a number of years ago and a boy sat at the back looking dirty and red eyed, whispers went around that he was a druggy. Whats he doing in here said one.? He has no right in here said another.
I think he had more right in that church than any one had. This is one reason i am not much of a church goer so many in church are self righeous. Another thing i remember was a couple i had never seen before in all my years teaching in sunday school arrived one day with a clock with there name on it. Mr and Mrs blabla have presented us with this wonderful clock ,they were never to be seen again but there name would do it all for them on the clock in the church, how hypocritical.

You have to need god to know him and many turn to all other things then one day when there is no one else they turn to god and god does not answer, would you?

other blogs

2006-11-13T08:42:00.000-08:00

I never thought of myself as a nosey sort of person just the opposite but i have suddenly become absolutely carried away with the blogs that surround my blogs. I have found very imformative blogs on heart disease
and the asian film star community so i feel as though i am in very good company. Also i found a very impressive poetry site with not so impressive poetry but wonderful pictures. So i am enjoying finding other blogs i might never have found.

past efforts

2006-11-13T06:14:00.000-08:00

Maybe i should mention my past blogs once again. http://hometown.aol.co.uk/gentine123/
The struggles of war. No middle name.
I was sorry it was not possible to access think you would have had a good free read about things that really did happen in wartime to women and children left behind to struggle.
My poetry was also for some reason unavailable on hometown after a lot of hard work but very enjoyable work i thought i was presenting to the world.

poets,graphic artists,story writers.

2006-11-13T05:50:00.000-08:00

I love the opportunity that we are all given to put across our thoughts and feelings about things with blogging.
It is a great opportunity to get things of our chest so to speak, even make the world a better place as i try to do with my poetry. Who knows maybe finding like minded people, though i have already found some, poets, graphic artists ,and writers ,all women, and i am proud to be accepted into there fold where there are at least ninety women writers and artists.

Glory

2006-11-13T02:21:00.000-08:00

Glory.

I stand strong where i stand i have given my all and made this
a much better world.
Winter is just around the corner and soon i will not bloom again for many months.
I will sleep here where i lay as though i were dead.
I hope they will remember me and not dig me up.
when winter comes i am barely a stick in the ground, from stunningly beautiful
blooms and shiny green leaves i become nothing.
I fight back but i must rest until spring.
I am stripped of everything that i am. One might say i am dead and then i rise again.
everything is taken from me then given back to me in one giant swoop when spring comes again.
You will see what i mean i will come back stronger and more beautiful than ever, my scent will
be strong you will take me into your home to fill your room with beauty.
by Gentine

special favourite places

2006-11-12T06:39:00.000-08:00

Favourite websites and blogs.

http://thegardenhouse.com/
http://www.typo.com/html/spiritual_texts
http://committees.womenwhobelieve.us/
http://poetryfromthe heart.com/
http://enchantedstudios.com/

There are many sites i love but these are a few of my special favourites.

2006-11-12T04:18:00.000-08:00

Do contact me with anything constructive you might have to say . my main mail address is
Gentine@aol.co.uk

I care a lot about the suffering of animals and what is happening now in the far east the faces of those poor sad creatures with faces asking ,what did i do, i want to take them away from there misery and protect them.
I would not stand on the side and watch they would have to kill me too that is how deeply i feel about it. Handing over money would only ease my conscience nothing more.

When i see the advert for children suffering i want to get hands on, money is not really the answer. As an
abused child myself i know that no one gets to see what is going on it all comes too late and money only pays the servents to do a job of careing but of course if you feel it is the answer go ahead who knows it might save some one.
tineGen

about me

2006-11-12T03:56:00.000-08:00

What am i about you are probably finding that out as you go. For years i wrote poetry and stories and have them stored away in boxes. I won a top prize for a poem in 2004 but i do not enter many competitions infact it is rare that i do. 0ne or two of my stories childrens ones have been sent to publishers after being told on good authority they were good enough to be published, to be returned. I have had some of my adult stories published. But the competition is strongly against an unknown name when one has childrens writers like Madonna and other celebs writing books, who do you think publishers are going to look at some one they have never heard of or kylie minogue, who i love insidently, or madonna. And no one can compete with J.K.Rowlings of course.

poetry war

2006-11-12T03:23:00.000-08:00

It is only as we get older that we realize the sacrifices that young men made in wartime. Boys of only seventeen called up to fight a war, no choice, they were not asked if they would like to they were told to.
Many of them suffered and died, left at home were heart broken mothers, the tears flowed ,they had lost sons they had kissed goodbye hoping to see again. Instead they received a note to tell them there son was dead and if they were lucky they got a coffin and a funeral to go to. I say they were lucky because some didnt even have a body there sons were lost forever some where. Its a long way from the freedom we have today and its thanks to them. Some boys came back blind and crippled for life, they had lost limbs and suffered terrible shell shock and nightmares, watching your friend die in agony is some thing you never forget.

Why.

They past by graves of old where young bodies lay
they went to fight a war they thought would bring
peace to one and all.

A boy just seventeen left his home to take his place
among the men. Called up and fit as he could be he stood proud
among others he would say just like me.

He missed home cooking and family life, the cosy life was gone
when the corporal did shout all did jump about.
in a hole in the ground they called a trench he did shiver and shake
and shout with fear, but who could hear as bombs blasted in his
ear.

What is it all for he asks himself as another falls to the ground, lots of pain
and death, broken hearts sadness and pain. Maimed for life physically and
mentally.

War and wealth are not the answer, if the world did pray the answer
would come one day.
tineGen

2006-11-12T02:40:00.000-08:00

WHOOPY at last im in here back where i belong on my poetry blog. Each time i leave the doors gets slammed on me and i can not get back in, my password is never right even though i note the thing down, then i have endless words to repeat, i never know what that prooves, its like a wearing down procedure, a sort of endurance test. You get so bored you almost switch of so that you start getting mixed up and questioning yourself. 0f course you can always start another blog or pull out altogether but i enjoy blogging and think i have a lot to offer so i wont. As it is this is my third one, nothing fancy but i am pleased with it. My third one on blogspot that is.

To think once i thought all i needed was to be able to write which comes natural to me, always did. My problem is not the writing its the endless passwords,names,display name,user name,real name,password for this and then something else. Never mind i will get there never fear, obstacles are my speciality i have had plenty in my life god knows. Life would be boring without a challenge of some sort every day. Some would never survive some of the things i have been through in my life, thats another story tell you all about it some time. You will never believe it.

I never entered blogging with the desire to be a top blogger and work my way to the top or get some kind of oscar. It all started with a friend suggesting i give it a whirl that is a friend i met over the net. So knowing nothing i gave it a go. Thats not saying that i am not a competitive sort i am but i just think there are too many bloggers younger and better qualified to get to the top than i am, if i was younger and knew my computor better i would be in the running because i am a determined sort and very resilient, and i love what i do writing stories and poetry of which i have plenty of. Follow me and you will see i can offer you stories about anything and poetry to lift you from the depths of hell.

Bloggers are all sorts of people from all sorts of backgrounds but they are not ordenery, like me they have this urge to reach out to the world and say hey i am here, listen to me, what do you think of this?

2006-11-11T08:31:00.000-08:00

http://poetanchat.blogspot.com/
http://chitchatanpoetry.blogspot.com/

Two of my previous blogs to take a look at. Here are some more sites i find impressive.
my favourite. http;//thegardenhouse/com/gate/creed/.html.
http://committes.womenwhobelieve.us/~grap
http;//www.enchantedstudios.com/

2006-11-11T08:04:00.000-08:00

Jesus.

I met a man called jesus when in deep dispair
the man called jesus lifted me so high i did not have a care.
by tinegen.

I still care.

If i am not there i still care.
just feel that gentle breeze around you
i am there.

I did call upon an angel to stand beside
you in every thing you do and to give you
strength when you are blue.
by tinegen.

2006-11-11T07:55:00.000-08:00

The Life.

It is spring and through the dry barran soil rises tiny blades of grass.
Throught the tarmac on the drive crocuses push there pretty heads.
The dead looking trees and bushes spring to life with unfolding green leaves
and tiny flower heads.

The early spring rose that took a battering in the cold and wind is replaced by
another new flower. The ressurection and the life is there before your very eyes.
by tinegen.

poetry

2006-11-11T07:45:00.000-08:00

The poems you read in this blog have been published already in my name and are subject to copyrights, if you wish to add them to anything ask for my permission.thank you.

No Regrets.

Do not be sad when i am gone no regrets my son.
You caused me so much pain but i loved you just the same.

Seek me where spring flowers bloom
Seek me in the summer sunshine.
Seek me in the gentle summer rain.
Seek me among the woodland trees and falling autumn leaves.
Seek me.
by tinegen.

uplifting poetry.

2006-11-11T07:28:00.000-08:00

Spirit.

Spirit of the trees and meadows bring us all close together.
Close your eyes and you will see bright colours surrounding thee.
Down the garden as darkness falls stand quiet and see what befalls.
by tinegen.

Ponder.

No time to ponder no time to stare.
The more you rush around the less
time you have to care.
by tinegen.

Happiness.

Chase money chase whatever you will there is no promise of
happiness being part of your life.
Happiness comes and goes like an illusive butterfly.
You can look but you will not find it in the same place twice.
take it wherever you find it, grasp it when ever you can, for
it could be gone forever never to be seen again.
by tinegen.