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.
Sunday, 12 November 2006
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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?
Saturday, 11 November 2006
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/
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/
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.
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.
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