mrbooks’s Comments (group member since Mar 19, 2014)

mrbooks’s comments from the Net Work Book Club group.

Frenchie, I can understand you on long poems they do drag on and on a bit.

Alas, you think it is only women who get treated that way. Men are as often used and thrown to the side like so much refuse. We feel pain, angst, and the degradation of being used and cheated on as keenly as women do.

Oh, O.K. just one of those moments where i didn't get what was said, i told you i'm slow at times, LOL.

I will keep my eys open for this I will do what I can espically for charity.

Ok maybe I'm just slow of clueless

lost me I wasn't trying for Irony

To Write

I long to write like my hero's Tolkien, King and Rowling, to spin a tale of wonder and excitement. To instill fear and anxiety, joy and wonder, longing and loss, love and hate. To have people hanging on the edge of there seat, holding there breath as the final plot unfolds before there eyes, Oh to Write such powerful words to grab someone and hold them spell bound to have there emotions crashing like waves on a beach.

Not me I am a coward why jump out of a perfectly good work plane that's what they make landing gear for.

Very good Frenchie, I liked them both we need to see more from you.

Try traveling on a ship for 36 hours from Ipswich to Bermahaven in October, talk about rough...

I liked that one Kath. Andrew was the title, Stitched up again ? Or is it the Art of embroidery A medical guide to stiches.

You sound like a proud aunt, congratulations.

It.

I wander the dark dismal streets searching, for what I know not, forever searching, never finding. It haunts my days and consumes my nights. I feel it pulsing through me sometimes near and some times far, can it be found in a jar? It is it but what is it, it is driving me crazy what ever it is it wont let me be, Please tell me what it is ?

She took the saying two heads are better than one way to seriously.

The Imp got you again, Alas being an Imp, he knows our weakness and our deepest desire. He twists us hither and yon with his manipulations and machinations. it started with a sharp scratch and the lights dim everything seems miles away, and I wake up in a hospital wondering what had happened I have a severe pain you can guess where, I look to see why and...

Don't let your drabble condemn you to a life of meaningless hard labor in the prison cell of your mind. Don't let it make you ride old sparky for miss spoken or written words done in haste.

Poetry if all about the feeling you put into it, The stronger the emotion the more powerful the poem will be.

Frenchie, did you ever stop to think why you chickened out, what made you to nervous to go ? Maybe you had a glimpse of what might be and it frightened you. You have no need to feel guilty, it is better for you to be here and remembering her even if it is only in sadness then it is to have not lived, to have no one remember her as she was.

Remembering her, honors her, puts her friendship with you where it belongs in your heart and mind. Go ahead and write a poem for her read it for her she would love it...

LOL it looks like you will have a chicken this gives you the choice of raising it for dinner or your own source of eggs. Mind you, you will have to get a rooster...

Suze, mine is based on the emotional not the physical being.

Grind, ouch... in the grinder of life you would end up as coffee ground if you drop through the grinder.

But life is like the pile of rocks Michael climbed as a child, the higher you go the better the view. Unfortunately like the rocks, there are traps in life which will drop you through the mental grinder leaving you in bits on the floor.