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Post by dmmichgood on Aug 8, 2020 3:45:40 GMT -5
I'm not sure what Dylan Thomas would have thought of someone taking the main phrase in his poem for which he was famous, "-Rage rage at the dying of the light.." and worked it into something like your poem.
Of course he is dead now so we can't know.
Could not you have found your own phrase? I heard the poem and thought about cruelty of the way Jesus died, as he is the light, so I wrote it. It's not like I'm publishing it and I've clearly said that rage rage at the dying of the light is from a Dylan Thomas poem. Anyway you have your opinion, I hope he would have been ok with it. But as you said he's not here anymore, so I can't ask him, so there we go. True, -you may not be publishing it -but published or un-published, -many of my own poems are also unpublished.
But even unpublished I would not appreciate anyone taking on of the phases which I had created and and have it adulterated.
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Post by maryhig on Aug 8, 2020 4:54:06 GMT -5
I heard the poem and thought about cruelty of the way Jesus died, as he is the light, so I wrote it. It's not like I'm publishing it and I've clearly said that rage rage at the dying of the light is from a Dylan Thomas poem. Anyway you have your opinion, I hope he would have been ok with it. But as you said he's not here anymore, so I can't ask him, so there we go. True, -you may not be publishing it -but published or un-published, -many of my own poems are also unpublished.
But even unpublished I would not appreciate anyone taking on of the phases which I had created and and have it adulterated. Well there's where we differ, because if I wrote a poem, especially a famous one like that, then it wouldn't bother me at all if someone used a few words from it to write one too. I'd be glad that I had inspired others to write.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2020 5:06:51 GMT -5
True, -you may not be publishing it -but published or un-published, -many of my own poems are also unpublished.
But even unpublished I would not appreciate anyone taking on of the phases which I had created and and have it adulterated. Well there's where we differ, because if I wrote a poem, especially a famous one like that, then it wouldn't bother me at all if someone used a few words from it to write one too. I'd be glad that I had inspired others to write. i could be wrong but putting something on the internet is publishing it, lucky you though you credited thomas it should be no problem...
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Post by maryhig on Aug 8, 2020 5:46:55 GMT -5
Well there's where we differ, because if I wrote a poem, especially a famous one like that, then it wouldn't bother me at all if someone used a few words from it to write one too. I'd be glad that I had inspired others to write. i could be wrong but putting something on the internet is publishing it, lucky you though you credited thomas it should be no problem... I mean publish as in publish it through a publisher as my own work. And yes I have clearly said part of it is from a Dylan Thomas poem.
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Post by dmmichgood on Aug 8, 2020 6:29:58 GMT -5
True, -you may not be publishing it -but published or un-published, -many of my own poems are also unpublished.
But even unpublished I would not appreciate anyone taking on of the phases which I had created and and have it adulterated. Well there's where we differ, because if I wrote a poem, especially a famous one like that, then it wouldn't bother me at all if someone used a few words from it to write one too. I'd be glad that I had inspired others to write. I'm sorry Maryhig but really can't believe you are all that altruistic if someone copied something of yours.
Writing is not all that easy.
It wasn't just a "few words" -it was a whole phrase so well known by people the world over that when stated is immediately recognized as belonging to Dylan Thomas.
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Post by maryhig on Aug 8, 2020 7:06:30 GMT -5
Well there's where we differ, because if I wrote a poem, especially a famous one like that, then it wouldn't bother me at all if someone used a few words from it to write one too. I'd be glad that I had inspired others to write. I'm sorry Maryhig but really can't believe you are all that altruistic if someone copied something of yours.
Writing is not all that easy.
It wasn't just a "few words" -it was a whole phrase so well known by people the world over that when stated is immediately recognized as belonging to Dylan Thomas. I've written poetry myself, and no I wouldn't mind. Especially if they had only posted it on one forum, which I have. Anyway we see differently, and he's not with us anymore to ask him.
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Post by BobWilliston on Aug 8, 2020 16:09:40 GMT -5
True, -you may not be publishing it -but published or un-published, -many of my own poems are also unpublished.
But even unpublished I would not appreciate anyone taking on of the phases which I had created and and have it adulterated. Well there's where we differ, because if I wrote a poem, especially a famous one like that, then it wouldn't bother me at all if someone used a few words from it to write one too. I'd be glad that I had inspired others to write. You say that because you haven't been published. It's technically illegal to bastardize someone else's art, even if the artist is flattered by the rip-off.
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Post by BobWilliston on Aug 8, 2020 16:14:11 GMT -5
i could be wrong but putting something on the internet is publishing it, lucky you though you credited thomas it should be no problem... I mean publish as in publish it through a publisher as my own work. And yes I have clearly said part of it is from a Dylan Thomas poem. "Quote and credit" you may get off with -- just don't quote anything that could be deemed a substantial portion.
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Post by BobWilliston on Aug 8, 2020 16:16:44 GMT -5
I'm sorry Maryhig but really can't believe you are all that altruistic if someone copied something of yours.
Writing is not all that easy.
It wasn't just a "few words" -it was a whole phrase so well known by people the world over that when stated is immediately recognized as belonging to Dylan Thomas. I've written poetry myself, and no I wouldn't mind. Especially if they had only posted it on one forum, which I have. Anyway we see differently, and he's not with us anymore to ask him. If he has passed on, and especially someone as famous as Dylan Thomas, you need to be even more careful. Someone will OWN THE COPYRIGHT to his work for decades.
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Post by maryhig on Aug 8, 2020 16:28:33 GMT -5
I mean publish as in publish it through a publisher as my own work. And yes I have clearly said part of it is from a Dylan Thomas poem. "Quote and credit" you may get off with -- just don't quote anything that could be deemed a substantial portion. I've used a few words, and only ever posted it on here. nowhere else. If he were alive I would send it to him and ask if it is ok. But he isn't so I can't.
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Post by BobWilliston on Aug 8, 2020 16:34:29 GMT -5
"Quote and credit" you may get off with -- just don't quote anything that could be deemed a substantial portion. I've used a few words, and only ever posted it on here. nowhere else. If he were alive I would send it to him and ask if it is ok. But he isn't so I can't. A few credited words is never a copyright violation -- rest assured.
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Post by Grant on Aug 8, 2020 17:46:46 GMT -5
I've used a few words, and only ever posted it on here. nowhere else. If he were alive I would send it to him and ask if it is ok. But he isn't so I can't. A few credited words in never a copyright violation -- rest assured. What do you mean - in never a copyright violation? Is it or is it not? Perhaps you mean is never,,,,
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Post by funone on Aug 8, 2020 19:10:43 GMT -5
Well there's where we differ, because if I wrote a poem, especially a famous one like that, then it wouldn't bother me at all if someone used a few words from it to write one too. I'd be glad that I had inspired others to write. I'm sorry Maryhig but really can't believe you are all that altruistic if someone copied something of yours.
Writing is not all that easy.
It wasn't just a "few words" -it was a whole phrase so well known by people the world over that when stated is immediately recognized as belonging to Dylan Thomas. Please pay Mary for reading it. Is the check in the mail?
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Post by dmmichgood on Aug 8, 2020 19:26:26 GMT -5
I'm sorry Maryhig but really can't believe you are all that altruistic if someone copied something of yours.
Writing is not all that easy.
It wasn't just a "few words" -it was a whole phrase so well known by people the world over that when stated is immediately recognized as belonging to Dylan Thomas. Please pay Mary for reading it. Is the check in the mail? Rather typical of you, isn't it "funone," -to ignore the main implications that we are talking about?
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Post by funone on Aug 8, 2020 19:28:45 GMT -5
Please pay Mary for reading it. Is the check in the mail? Rather typical of you, isn't it "funone," -to ignore the main implications that we are talking about?Just responding to your typical overall grumps. It’s a nothing for you to do again kinda day.
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Post by dmmichgood on Aug 8, 2020 20:04:15 GMT -5
Rather typical of you, isn't it "funone," -to ignore the main implications that we are talking about?Just responding to your typical overall grumps. It’s a nothing for you to do again kinda day. Are you any kind of writer yourself, funone?
Have you ever written poems, -short stories, novels or anything in that category know as literature?
I really doubt that you ever haveIf you have never tried to do any writing, then you could not understand that writing can be much more difficult, labor intensive & exhaustive at times, -much more so than you know.
Therefore, any attempt to purloin ones hard work does tend to make one "grumpy," -sometimes to the point of taking the culprit to court for infringement of the use of private property.
Have good day !
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Post by funone on Aug 8, 2020 20:12:53 GMT -5
Just responding to your typical overall grumps. It’s a nothing for you to do again kinda day. Are you any kind of writer yourself, funone?
Have you ever written poems, -short stories, novels or anything in that category know as literature?
I really doubt that you ever haveIf you have never tried to do any writing, then you could not understand that writing can be much more difficult, labor intensive & exhaustive at times, -much more so than you know.
Therefore, any attempt to purloin ones hard work does tend to make one "grumpy," -sometimes to the point of taking the culprit to court for infringement of the use of private property.
Have good day ! Perhaps you should change your name to “ do much good” seems you fancy yourself useful in some causes.
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Post by BobWilliston on Aug 8, 2020 21:33:12 GMT -5
A few credited words in never a copyright violation -- rest assured. What do you mean - in never a copyright violation? Is it or is it not? Perhaps you mean is never,,,, As a matter of fact I do mean "is".
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Post by BobWilliston on Aug 8, 2020 21:34:12 GMT -5
I'm sorry Maryhig but really can't believe you are all that altruistic if someone copied something of yours.
Writing is not all that easy.
It wasn't just a "few words" -it was a whole phrase so well known by people the world over that when stated is immediately recognized as belonging to Dylan Thomas. Please pay Mary for reading it. Is the check in the mail? Mary has to file a claim first.
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Post by dmmichgood on Aug 8, 2020 22:20:08 GMT -5
Are you any kind of writer yourself, funone?
Have you ever written poems, -short stories, novels or anything in that category know as literature?
I really doubt that you ever haveIf you have never tried to do any writing, then you could not understand that writing can be much more difficult, labor intensive & exhaustive at times, -much more so than you know.
Therefore, any attempt to purloin ones hard work does tend to make one "grumpy," -sometimes to the point of taking the culprit to court for infringement of the use of private property.
Have good day ! Perhaps you should change your name to “ do much good” seems you fancy yourself useful in some causes. How do you fancy yourself, "funone," -adding a kind if comic relief to the discussion?
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Post by slowtosee on Aug 9, 2020 8:48:44 GMT -5
A Dream Within a Dream BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
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Post by speak on Aug 11, 2020 23:08:48 GMT -5
A MEMORY SYSTEM
Forget each kindness that you do,
As soon as you have done it,
Forget the praise that falls to you
The moment you have done it,
Forget the slander that you hear,
Before you can repeat it,
Forget each slight, each spite each sneer
Wherever you may meet it.
Remember every kindness done,
To you, whate'er its measure,
Remember praise by others won,
And pass it on with pleasure;
Remember every promise made,
And keep it to the letter,
Remember those who lent you aid,
And be a grateful debtor.
Remember all the happiness,
That comes your way in living,
For get each worry and distress,
Remember good, remember truth,
Remember heavens above you,
And you will find, through age and youth,
True joy and hearts to love you.
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Post by Lee on Aug 12, 2020 22:39:25 GMT -5
I wished my parents a happy anniversary Friday. In our conversation, my mom reflected on a poem her Dad liked to quote:
TIME, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? All things I'll give you Will you be my guest, Bells for your jennet Of silver the best, Goldsmiths shall beat you A great golden ring, 10 Peacocks shall bow to you, Little boys sing, Oh, and sweet girls will Festoon you with may. Time, you old gipsy, 15 Why hasten away? Last week in Babylon, Last night in Rome, Morning, and in the crush Under Paul's dome; 20 Under Paul's dial You tighten your rein— Only a moment, And off once again; Off to some city 25 Now blind in the womb, Off to another Ere that's in the tomb. Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, 30 Put up your caravan Just for one day?
Ralph Hodgson 1885-1977
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Aug 12, 2020 22:46:11 GMT -5
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I’ve been going to a small church in the mother lode of California since I moved here. We sang a Randy Travis song before a baptism two weeks
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The summer breeze, made ripples on the pond Rattled through the rings and the willow trees beyond Daddy in his good hat, mama in her Sunday dress Watched in pride, as I stood there in the water up to my chest And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood I sank my toes into that East Tennessee mud And it was down with the old man, up with the new Raised to walk in the way of light and truth I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore But I felt like a new baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound There was glory in the air, there was dinner on the ground And my sins went for many, were washed away and gone Along with a buffalo nickel I forgot to leave at home But that seemed like such a small, small price to pay For the blessed peace of mind that came to me that day And it was down with the old man, up with the new Raised to walk in the way of light and truth I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore But I felt like a new baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord This road is long and dusty, sometimes the soul must be cleansed And I long to feel that water, rushing over me again Down with the old man, up with the new Raised to walk in the way of light and truth I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore But I felt like a new baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
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Aug 19, 2020 0:32:57 GMT -5
Post by speak on Aug 19, 2020 0:32:57 GMT -5
DISAPPOINTMENT.
Disappointment His appointment, Change one letter then I see, That the thwartings of my purpose, Is God's better choice for me, His appointment must be blessings, Tho’ it may come in disguise, For the end from the beginning, Open to his wisdom lies.
Disappointment His appointment, No good thing will he withhold, From denials oft we gather, Treasures of his love untold Well he knows each broken purpose, Leads to deeper fuller trust, And the end of all his dealings, Proves our God is wise and just.
Disappointments his appointment, Change the letter, then, dear friend, Take in cheerful acquiescence, All the Father's love may send, Soon will faith be lost in vision, Then in glory thou shalt see, His appointment" and that only, Was the right way Home for thee.
Disappointments His appointment, Lord I take it then as such, Like the clay in the hands of a potter, Yielding wholly to Thy touch, All my life's plan is Thy moulding Not one single choice be mine, Let me answer unrepining. Father "Not my will, but Thine"
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Post by slowtosee on Aug 19, 2020 21:54:32 GMT -5
THE TRAIN
At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel by our side. As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e. our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of your life. However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone. Others will step down over time and leave a permanent vacuum. Some, however, will go so unnoticed that we don't realize they vacated their seats.
This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes, and farewells. Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers requiring that we give the best of ourselves.
The mystery to everyone is: We do not know at which station we ourselves will step down. So, we must live in the best way, love, forgive, and offer the best of who we are. It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life. I wish you all a joyful journey. Source unknown
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Post by slowtosee on Aug 23, 2020 11:19:00 GMT -5
Mom, can i sleep at grandma's today?
I heard on the bus this morning...
when I managed to turn around to see the child, that made me go back to the past with just one sentence...
She was no longer within my reach.
I traveled far...
When did time go by and make us adults full of boring priorities?
We fight every day for something that we don't know if it's what we really want...
When in fact, grandma's house is what everyone would need to be happy.
Grandma's house is where the hands of the clock take a vacation with us and spend the minutes unhurriedly arriving.
Grandma's house is where a simple pasta and homemade bread get different flavors, delicious...
Grandma's house is where an innocent afternoon can last for an eternity of games and fantasies.
Grandma's house is where the cupboards hide old clothes and mysterious tools.
Grandma's house is where the closed boxes become chests of secret treasures, ready to be unveiled.
Grandma's house is where toys rarely come ready, they are invented on the spot.
Grandma's house, everything is mysteriously possible, magic happens and without worries.
Grandma's house is where we find the remains of our parents' childhood and the beginning of our lives.
Grandma's house, on the inside, is the address of our deepest affection, where everything is allowed.
That luxury no longer belongs to me - unfortunately - it will live with me only in memories.
Even so, if I could place an order now... any order of all orders in the world, I would order the same thing...
Can i sleep at grandma's today?
❤️
Photo Credit: Sujata Setia with But Natural Photography --------------------
Saulo Subirá - 2015
Eduardo and Chronicles
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Post by speak on Aug 26, 2020 20:31:09 GMT -5
THE LONELY CEDAR
Behold the lonely cedar, far on yonder hill,
With limbs, like hands uplifted, as if to pray,
Like some lone sentinel it seems, to stand
As if to guard and show and keep the way.
The winds have whipped it, lashed it, bent it low,
As thus with the elements it learns to war,
Triumphant now again it lifts its hands,
In calm content, now that the storm is o'er.
No other trees are near to lend support,
Its roots are deeper than the shallow sand.
All seasons thru the tree is green
Because the life is nourished by an unseen hand.
Suppose the tree that in the past stood,
Was left bereft of others by its side,
It might not stand the test of wind and storm
By which the lonely cedar has been tried.
Me thinks the cedar, like God's lonely child,
Isolated, by distance, from others far,
Has learned to stand alone upon its feet,
Save only trusting in God's mighty power.
A place of safety, when storms beat fierce, is found,
In lifting of the hands in prayer,
For faith and prayer will prove a wondrous shield
And keep away the doubt that means despair.
It is God's will that you are stationed there,
Alone, to guard, to show, to keep the way,
What matters if the heathen loudly rage,
Or care what all the people think or say.
And so when all the storms have done their worst,
And you have wrestled dauntlessly and won the fight.
How sweet the rest the weary laborer has,
Because he fought and triumphed in God's might.
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