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London 2008 in Blogging JoeUser Forums

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You Can't Afford Me. in Poetry JoeUser Forums

Acting (Hardly) For three Whole hours I spat out lines to a Bored and hungry panel Waiting to glimpse a star And waited, frozen, whilst The professionals sat and practised in their pairs. No part For me. I cost Too much.

Reply to The Joy Of eBay in Blogging JoeUser Forums

Thanks. I don't think I'll do the whole politics thing here, unless something really gets to me on the day.

The Joy Of eBay in Blogging JoeUser Forums

End of Auction. You won, Pay now! A seven day race stops In my sorry wallet. (A retail marathon.) Enticed by a thumbnail And the bargain's fragrance It's joy in cyberspace. Gifts from Afar Are mine At last.

Reply to Waking Late in Blogging JoeUser Forums

Thanks Hilda! These are just quick five minute poems. Perhaps I'll start editing and re-writing before I post and give you some real gems! Thanks again.

Waking Late in Blogging JoeUser Forums

Greyness And warmth Greet my Senses. The clock strikes a time blurred By watery vision. Sounds like the afternoon. Downstairs conversations Fly through dead walls and wake My horizontal mass. My head Lies flat My dreams: Clouded. <!-- Ju-Anchor-Footer-End --

New Hercules in Blogging JoeUser Forums

Tone up. Stretch out. No pain, No gain. Just five minutes a day! You'll put the gods to shame! Hercules is nothing! Upper abs, lower legs, Require sculpting or else The Flab Monster returns! I sweat, I wheeze, Striving For strength. <!-- Ju-Anchor-Foot

The Power Of Cleaning in Blogging JoeUser Forums

Mmm, fresh! Is that My sink? So clean! Who knew vinegar could Cut through grease and gunk and Grime; through crumbs and spillage? Vile hoards of rebel germs Will find no asylum In this Land of Hygiene. The shine, It says, 'Look, just Like new!'

Welcome in Welcome JoeUser Forums

Hello World, My blog site will, hopefully, be a collection of poems describing my thoughts on my current situations. The poems will be in, 'Convex' form. Convex poems are a type of poem I devised myself and are so called because they echo the shape of a convex lens: bulging outwards. The poems contain four stanzas. The first and last stanzas consist of f