Are you in support or not? Voice your opinion here!
by: .Guardian of the Wounded Gate.
Q U E S T I O N :
Would you support making Same-Sex Marriages LEGAL?
Comments
I voted on this, and didn't review it last night, but I have reconsidered and have decided that I will put in my two bob's worth.
I feel that marriage was 'invented' as a safe and supportive environment in which the inclined-to-monogomy-female and the more inclined-to-polygomy- male would focus on raising their young.
It appeared to ensure that the male was then guaranteed a greater chance of siring and rearing his own genetic line.
Over time this proved a beneficial arrangement for all parties concerned, particularly children who had both male and female role models and the advantages that both genders could offer, i.e. homemaker, breadwinner qualities, without compromising care of offspring while 'hunting'.
In regard to gay marriage... I don't really see the point, perhaps a committment ceremony would be more appropriate, but I feel horses for courses is still the way to go.
I believe in live and let live and "each to their own"
A question I desparately want to know the answer to!
by: Joule *Princess of Darkness*
Poll Question:
I have found that most, not all but most, gay men are absolutely gorgeous! Can someone please tell me why? Do you know why?!
Comments
Gay men are also often charming, highly intelligent and like the finer things in life - they often get on very well with women and genuinely seem to enjoy our company... they often make generous and thoughtful friends, as well...
What is your reason for passing, without comment, poorly written items?
by: marie
A well posed question with good choices/response answers!
Every now and then, when reading the work of others on the site, I come across a very poorly written piece. It might be a narrative or a story with serious grammatical, structural, or spelling errors that detract from the overall work. Perhaps the characters are flat, or the plot is flat or missing altogether. It might be a poem that is so flowery, metaphorical, or effusive that it defies my immediate understanding.
I really don't believe in giving a low rating without comment, so I find myself just clicking off of it. Even though I know that those are the pieces upon which I should be offering suggestions for improvement, for various reasons I often do not. I was wondering, am I the only one? And if not, why do we do that if the purpose is to encourage each other?
Comments
The poll results were interesting, and I for one, was probably not surprised at the voting outcomes...
So many people are apart and at special family times we think of, and remember them
by: Ann Ticipation
Comments
I am no poet analyst but I'm rating this a 5 because
* It isn't trite
* The words resonate in me...
* I really like it!!
Here Goes...
Between us spans a life of love,
Family ties.
I think back to when you were here;
Love never dies.
We're bound by a history shared,
And understand,
Blood lines connect, we'll not sever
By sea or land.
There lies between your heart and mine
A shared heart beat.
No time apart will break the bond ...
Not usually a genre I enjoy, but I found this story to be well written (flow, grammar...)
A Very Entertaining Read
Small droplets of blood had appeared on the top of the steak, and the tall man slid the spatula under it and flipped it gently.
This caused renewed sizzling, and he found the sizzling to be satisfying in its own way. He added a touch of salt, and twice as much pepper
With both David and his psychiatrist dead, the tall man had no one to talk to now. She had claimed that David had never existed.
“Multiple personality disorder,” she had said. The tall man knew she had been lying. She had taken his best friend from him, and this was her punishment.
This was written for a contest from The Writer's Loft. The rules are two people get stuck in an elevator on Christmas Eve and one must be wearing a Santa Suit. The story must also be less than 1500 words.
Comments
Well, I've already made some brief comments at the EP junctions, but I will say that overall, this was an interesting Christmas Yarn!
Almost anecdotal in flavour, and entertaining throughout!
I wrote this 29th November 2004 for my daughter Amber's 22nd birthday.
by: Ann Ticipation
Comments
In a lovely poem, wishing her daughter all good things in life, I am reminded of my own offspring ... ... it sounds as if Anne Ticipation has a great daughter there! Lucky Anne - Lucky daughter, to have Anne!
Something about this story, particularly the end has an echo of McFly or whatever his name was (played by Michael J. Fox) - in the 'Back To The Future' Movies, which I loved! ... especially the end of your story, where one thing led to another, - but if it hadn't and something else had happened instead... type scenario... oh well, I'm gibbering!
The contrasts of winter, nature and Christmas. My acrostic poem ...
by: Ann Ticipation
A lovely acrostic poem, which looks and feels just right at this time of year; it doesn't snow in Australia, but I still love all the Wintersymbols of Christmas!
This acrostic also has a Heart Warming message....
After we moved in, the little fun surprises started. We found out the furnace started with a boom that shattered glass.
The water softener had the beginnings of a new life form growing in it.
You could have the kitchen light on and use the microwave, just not at the same time.
The unusual smell from the oven was a family of mice that used to live happily in the insulation.
Comments
Well, I won't be ...
a) coming for dinner
b) drinking from the tapwater here
c) Using the lavatory
d) looking at anything that has been renovated/painted... I'd stick to looking out of the window the whole visit.
... Sounds like a fun place! The writer could always get a permit for giving tours to the homeless - with the motto - Be Grateful ! Things Could Be Worse !
As you know, most places like this have an ATM in case you need cash. Six Flags has taken it one step farther and have a branch bank so you can take out a loan on your house to buy tickets. There is also a blood donor operation and a small dark building with a sign that says, “We buy souls”.
We were able to get in after persuading the ticket taker that both our sons were under two by carrying them on our shoulders. It would have been a snap, but my load’s feet kept dragging and his whiskers hurt my neck.
Comments
Well this writer certainly has the flair for raconteuring down to a fine art!
Of course I'm going to enjoy his work, we think alike!
If the misery of life has any value at all - it has to be that it's worth is in the mirth of a God's Eye View
... I hesitate to ask ... but I hope that he has lots more of these conversions ofmisery to mirthful masterpieces to hand in!
Planning, preparation and purchasing would start about the tenth of November. It would often take a week just to figure out who was going to sit where, since our family was always arguing and making up. Some years, no one could sit next to anybody.We had a Thanksgiving dinner takeout.
Comments
I found this satire to be amusing throughout, and at times, absolutely hilarious! Another really good piece of writing by this writer!
... Maybe you have to have a rotten family yourself to appreciate this piece!
I’ve been called May since I was small;
Oh that nurse looks very stern, is very tall,
She takes my plate, but doesn’t see me at all.
Please talk to me, look at me, hear my silent call.
Comments
I really did enjoy this poem - and I am a nurse... I found myself relating as both the nurse and as a person... ( I felt the echo of these words in myself with regard to lack of communication with someone younger, and important in my life ...)
You have written this poem with a great deal of insight ...? Are you also a nurse?
I particularly loved this section... very evocative and descriptive in language...
Hedgehogs in the garden, snuffling at the put out plate.
Futile waits for badgers; English fields, cows at the gate,
Lambs gambolling in springtime seen from north to south,
In contrast England's tragedy, when struck by foot and mouth.
Rabbits ever running wild, occasional glimpses of a hare,
Breathtaking birds in flight, see the heron standing there
Motionless; the sudden bright flash of a kingfisher’s dip
And the enchanting English wagtail with wiggle at the tip.
Kestrels and sparrow hawks are well known birds of prey
Woodpeckers knocking; a cockerel that heralds in each day
One of my weekly newsletters in which I try to cook breakfast while on NyQuil.
by: bagelboy
Excerpt !
If I had to pick the worst thing about being sick, I’d have to say it would be trying to sleep when one of your nostrils is completely stuffed up and the other is SO f***ING CLEAR that it burns to inhale.
Jesus Christ, I woke up this morning feeling like I was doing lines of ammonia the night before. It f***ing blows.
I need to get some surrogate parents to take care of me when mine are away on vacation, hiding from their responsibilities and traffic tickets. Those f***s.
Comments
Are you my eldest son? ... or even my youngest son, Bambino?
I loved this piece All you need to do is put a space between paragraphs; we usually do' here, at Writing.Com, you know!
"Once, millions of our kind existed, so said the Seer. We shall see those numbers again."
Millions, a number I could not imagine. I replied to the naive and young Denk, "I do not accept this. I recall far, far less and I have existed long before you. I suspect madness crept upon the Seer because he knew his bursting was at hand."
Comments
This was a story with an edge! Elements of excitement, melancholoy and originality, I wish it could've been longer. The characters were engaging and I would have liked to have got to know them better.
As a short story it was never the less satisfying with a thought provoking conclusion.
A storoem written on my 60th birthday about what I've observed during my life.
by: Harry
I can't pass up this excerpt! ...
Our leaders never seem to learn. Why did we learn nothing from Vietnam?
You can’t win their hearts and minds by destroying a country with bombs.
Our nation never seems to overcome its racism and bigotry. Sure, things are
better – integration is the law, opportunities for minorities are better by far.
Yet, too many “Christians” still harbor prejudice in the world today. How do
you explain how a WASP can hold disdain for a Hispanic, a Black, or a Jew in their heart? Have they failed to realize Jesus was a Jew? Still too many
harbor racial bigotry and poison the minds of their children…far too many.
Comments
Happy Birthday Harry!
Well, it's patently clear that you have lived your life well, Harry (31st October was your birthday?)
It seems to me that you have something to show for your 60 years ... Wisdom, good memories made from diverse experience and life's selections, great family ties ... Harry! It occurs to me that you are like a piquant and aromatic spice! You should be bottled! LOL!
Written after hearing a disturbing account on the news.
by: Ann Ticipation
Excerpt
The man was out walking along the beach
he could see the huts just ahead,
suddenly he clutched his head in pain
thought migraine, I must go home to bed.
So he turned and walked back again.
The hut so near, so far, remained out of reach.
The boy, about five, was naked and terrified,
he lay curled on the beach hut floor,
his nostrils filled with the stench of wet wood;
he tried hard to scream out some more.
Voice guttered on bitter brine, no longer could.
Dark streaks showed where his tears had dried
Comments
Disturbing, chilling piece of writing; I once had a narrow escape myself on the beach... and the weather had changed... so against all teachings from my parents, I accepted the offer to get into the car from the man who had seen that I was starting to shiver...
My father did come! I'll never know whether that man was a bona fide concerned adult ...or not. Thank God.
With skill, you wrote of the sound which seemed like a gulls cry on the wind... the tension you brought to this descriptive portrait of a lost child indicates significant talent as a writer, as I've noted from other pieces that you've written.
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But then a strange sensation rose,
A ray of hope from God descends.
Thank you God for little things,
... it sounds as if Anne Ticipation has a great daughter there! Lucky Anne - Lucky daughter, to have Anne!
The second study showed that they needed a plan[missing word ? 
] needed a name that exuded big, mean and tough. 
Every day is an event !
I really did enjoy this poem - and I am a nurse... I found myself relating as both the nurse and as a person... ( I felt the echo of these words in myself with regard to lack of communication with someone younger, and important in my life ...)
