Have you ever chatted online and it was great. You finally ring each other and their voice grates you like chalk down a blackboard?
Thinking of Chandler's girlfriend. I just can't remember her name....??

Sounds like you need to move to New Zealand. Don't let it get to you.

Thanks Minglers

Mods have disappeared? Holy cow .... Are we getting them back anytime soon?

Hey SlimGym Interesting thread

The Trouble with Poetry: A Poem of Explanation
Billy Collins

The trouble with poetry, I realized
as I walked along a beach one night --
cold Florida sand under my bare feet,
a show of stars in the sky --

the trouble with poetry is
that it encourages the writing of more poetry,
more guppies crowding the fish tank,
more baby rabbits
hopping out of their mothers into the dewy grass.

And how will it ever end?
unless the day finally arrives
when we have compared everything in the world
to everything else in the world,

and there is nothing left to do
but quietly close our notebooks
and sit with our hands folded on our desks.

Poetry fills me with joy
and I rise like a feather in the wind.
Poetry fills me with sorrow
and I sink like a chain flung from a bridge.

But mostly poetry fills me
with the urge to write poetry,
to sit in the dark and wait for a little flame
to appear at the tip of my pencil.

And along with that, the longing to steal,
to break into the poems of others
with a flashlight and a ski mask.

And what an unmerry band of thieves we are,
cut-purses, common shoplifters,
I thought to myself
as a cold wave swirled around my feet
and the lighthouse moved its megaphone over the sea,
which is an image I stole directly
from Lawrence Ferlinghetti --
to be perfectly honest for a moment --

the bicycling poet of San Francisco
whose little amusement park of a book
I carried in a side pocket of my uniform
up and down the treacherous halls of high school.

From The Trouble with Poetry and Other Poems, 2007

© by owner. provided at no charge for educational purposes   

Were I blind, I would still understand
that word which is a language of it's own.
I hear it in the two honks of a car horn
when a neighbour departs his family.
I feel it when it rains. Cats and dogs
nest in your lap, damp and comforted.
I smell it when my spouse cooks my favorite meal.
The burning wicks,
the aroma of freshly picked flowers,
it is our constant companion, dining at our table.

If I were not blind, I could find manuscripts dedicated to this word, craving to get it just right in feather and pen.
It has been carved on trees, in caves and tattooed on flesh. Worn on finger, wrist and neck, even a daisy chain to crown Mother with it.
The grasp of newborn fingers elicits it, and when you receive a warm smile that smoulders like an anointing over you, know you have been touched by it.

It is instinctual. At towering bridges it posts 'post it' notes. They hold on to you, not allowing you to jump, as your tears stream to join the waters that flow to the sea - reminding you we are one.

If she allows you to pick her up for the date, do not clean your car. She will then know you can fend for yourself when she sees all the takeout boxes, wrappers and bottles at her feet.

Meh..let's go beaux

Bingo lol. Missed your face gorgeous xxx

Hey handsome... it depends if the forums are fun or not.

I imagine turning the Doomsday Clock's hands
back to 10 am.
Mid morning promises infinite possibilities,
here, children's laughter and play trumpets,
with grit and gusto they seize the day.

Generation Alpha circle all the boxes, wary
yet aware previous insatiable generations
tore them open
devouring earth's flower.
If Greek myth be true, hope remains
in Pandora's box.
Poxes, climate change and nuclear mad men are here,
but so is time.

Alpha children free hope.
Seize the night.





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Welcome Please ignore the ego dramas, not everyone here needs an audience.

100 minutes to midnight and Gen Alpha show promise.

Animals snoozing on my bed and the plush cushion 'pet' on my bed thanks to my lovely daughter.

What does your sleeping zone look like Minglers?


Me,love animals sharing my bed.

How do you turn off the chat feature please?

It depends on your beliefs, Is God 100% good?
I struggle with homosexuality being bad, and get it too. Screwing an anus leaves pooh, yeah, gross. But other than that, yes I think God's ways are pure. He gives moral boundaries which wake you up to bs that is bs.
He actually cares. Not many do in this effed up world where artificial pleasure seems to come first.
The Devil is you and I, which do we choose to be?

Nice, very uplifting. Keep it coming Robin x

Well. Thanks Poet. 3 year anniverary of my loves passing. I like to think he smiles upon our ink.
Let us keep it being real ❤. Love to you and yours xxx

Worse advice -

I was chatting with an acquaintance about how I would like to lose a few pounds. She said "Try meth, I lost so and so kilos".

Best advice -

Living with an elder lady she said "Only marry someone who you have Summered and Wintered with".

What was the best and worse advice you have had?

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