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Several years ago a young woman, impressed with my poetry gifted a site to me.It was like a dream come true. My mother was of Welsh descent and my benefactor was from Wales and 100% Welsh.  I could see my mother smiling, in my mind. Little did I know that Emma was terminally ill and this was one of her last acts of kindness. Young, intelligent and beautiful; the world suffered a huge loss. The site was supposed to be kept going, however, the owner never returned my calls and it disappeared. Watching it grow very quickly in a short amount of time, it couldn't die, I had to do something.I'd never built a site on my own, links, setups, files,music contributors; this was scary and exciting. Some people from a site I still visit thought I was full of bologna; not anymore. One poet said thanks for the links, but never paid any attention, so I dropped him. This site is for dedicated people, not to be confused with a site that posts anything. Another poet said, "My poems are here, take what you want." It doesn't work like that, you submit and I decide whether or not it's quality work that needs publishing. If you don't have a professional attitude, go elsewhere. The site will always be free to visitors. I pay the monthly fee, buy the mp3 music, unless it's donated, and make sure copyrights aren't being violated.  It’s also my job to link, link, proof, rearrange, and keep the site fresh and I'll stop there, because my new section-Mythology and also The Phoenix has many interested people.There's a lot of research to be done.  My support system and cheering section are more help than they realize.



I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
Because I knew you

I have been changed for good

And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the thing I've done you blame me for

But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share

And none of it seems to matter anymore

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood

Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better

And because I knew you...

Because I knew you...
Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good.


This page is dedicated to Emma, the wonderful young woman who gifted me my first poetry site. Warm, caring and funny, we became friends through sharing our poetry. I was flattered that she loved my work and requested my help. Her poems constantly delighted me. She wrote about love and life in a way that grabbed your heart. It seems only fitting that she should be on this site.

Emma died 12/30-2009-On Dec. 27 she wrote this.

Perhaps she won’t mind if I share it now.

> It is said that every journey
> Begins with a single step
> But now I step no more
> My pain will go
> And I will be free
> But my freedom will have consequence
> On those who are left behind
> Mark my love
> Robbie my friend
> Sue my inspiration
> And others too numerous to mention
> Sue has awakened something that will not die
> Expression through poetry
> I so love the written word
> Goodbye all as I feel my time has now come
> I hope I have been a good enough girl
> To enjoy Heaven and meet my sister finally
> Goodbye all xx
> Emma


> She called herself Whisper-it suited her.

Girl to Woman

Oct 03, 2009 @ 23:51:06

I stand before the mirror

All grown up and tall

My mind is cast back in time

The time when I was small

I look down at my body

No curves or shape as such

No grown up cares or worries

I had the Midas touch

A little girl is nothing but

A seed of what’s to come

It needs the love and tender care

Of a special Mum

So now this seed has blossomed

Into the mirrors' eye

Now all that’s left for me to do

Is wait for a special guy.





                   The Key to My Heart                  


Dec 28, 2009 @ 02:58:14

This key has rarely seen

The light of day it's true

Hidden it has been

Away from public view


It fits the lock that is

My heart and all that's me

And now that key is his

My secrets he will see


My feelings and desires

My thoughts I kept from him

Let’s see what does transpire

When he sees what's locked within



Answer In a Bottle               


Moosehead Beer Bottle Pictures, Images and PhotosA situation of the heart

Words that have been said

I rack my brain for answers

But none are in my head


Then a moment of divine

Inspiration doth appear

The shapely dark green bottle

The one that’s labeled beer


Its shapely curves; its’ color

Attractive to the eye

The thing about this bottle

It cannot tell a lie


I do believe it has

Solutions to my woes

A hissing sound when opened

As I bring it to my nose


The smell is so enchanting

The power held within

A shame to put the bottle

Empty in the bin


The golden liquid hits my lips

A taste of what’s to come

Oh handsome dark green bottle

You are the only one


The alcoholic content

The feeling deep inside

The coldness of the liquid gold

Brings water to my eyes


I feel my woes fading

Its magic works; no fear

Oh shapely dark green bottle

The one that’s labeled beer


            The Kiss             

Oct 12, 2009 @ 01:03:58

It's time

The moment has come

The situation


My eyes open

Glaring into his

Almost touching

I can feel his breath

Excited, like mine

He strokes my cheek

Such deep affection

Connection in every way

His manly lips are sweet

Hearts racing

The kiss is what seals

The love contract

We are now lovers




            The Dating Game               


Oct 09, 2009 @ 10:54:38

I fix my hair and makeup

The best that I can be

The question on my lips today

Is will he notice me?


He dines for lunch where I do

I see him everyday

What will it take for him to turn

And take a glare my way


His handsomeness is criminal

A credit to his kind

I wonder if he looks at me

That he can read my mind?


I long for him to touch me

I long for him to know

I want him to acknowledge me

That I am good to go


My world comes crashing 'round me

His girlfriend breezes in

They kiss each other lovingly

Looks like that she will win


Words do flow between them

Her face it wears a frown

Voices loud and angry

She turns her face around


He walks and smiles towards me

My heart it skips a beat

I tingle now all over

From head down to my feet


He takes my hand and tells me

His feelings are the same

I'm so glad that he noticed me

I play the dating game






It is with great sadness and sorrow that I have to let everyone know that Emma passed away this morning at approximately 8.30 UK time.

Some of you knew that she had been fighting cancer, and recently been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

She is my whole world, my soulmate and best friend.

Even though we hadn’t met, we thought of ourselves as a "couple" and I was due to meet her in a couple of weeks. She had asked me to pick her up from the hospital. She has spent the last few weeks and months there having treatment.

Those who have spoken to her know what kind of person she is... she is stubborn but warm, friendly, witty and intelligent... but also straight to the point... and it is those things that I love about her.

I found this poem only last night... and it sums up just how I feel about her.

I wonder if I dreamed of you-
if you would appear?
To make my nights full of love,
and always hold me near.

I wonder if I thought of you-
if you would feel it in your soul?
Like two spirits in the universe,
who always seem to know.

Even if the stars went black
and the sun were to shine no more.
They could find their way to each other,
no matter how far the shore.

Safely in each other's arms,
to bid the rest of time.
Finding Eternal Love
so many seek to find.

Caring for each other
through the worst of storms.
Leaning on the arms of love
and never need anymore.

This is how I feel for you,
I've known it all along.
You are my one true love
My world.. My heart.. My soul!

Emma is a wonderful person, and she is my whole world.

She will be sorely missed, and the world is definatly a worse place without her in it.

I cannot see my keyboard now for the tears, so will leave it there. I just thought it was right to let everyone know.

Many thanks... Mark (AKA Termy)