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(Scroll down to bottom of page and on left is a drop down menu. I did that and increased the size of the print so it's not so eye-straining.)
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I couldn't find it Biz
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It says "Digital Spy [WIP]", click on the arrow and select the mobile option.
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Thanks Biz - I tried that but it was even worse. I really hope the old format returns
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Couldn't agree more. It was elegant.
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Prayer
Cast these heavy chains away And let their shackles fall, Tell me how I find a way That leads me to your hall. There at last behind the doors I'll lose these tears of mine, Glad to place my hands in yours Before you pour the wine. Help my eyes behold and then Return the skies to blue So I see the world again As beautiful and true. Looking at the rivers here Unable to decide, I will choose the boat to steer But only you can guide. Show a world secure and warm Where acts of kindness reign, Rid me of this petty storm Along with fear and pain. Through the night when hope is gone And I am less than whole Shine your healing light upon The darkness in my soul. © |
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Apologies for posting such an oldie, but I wanted to see how a poem looked in this new format.
It's not too bad I guess. |
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© I find it hard to distinguish between the smilies and can't find a link to them in mobile style.
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I find it hard to distinguish between the smilies and can't find a link to them in mobile style.
![]() I shall continue with this thread as per usual, but I'll be avoiding DS elsewhere. I'm saddened that the mods have ignored the poll, which shows a large majority are unhappy with the changes. |
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Hello Musty,
![]() this smiley doesn't seem the same:s |
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Originally Posted by mr. mustard
Apologies for posting such an oldie, but I wanted to see how a poem looked in this new format.
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It's always good sometimes to look at your older poems, as often in time, as seen through anew, the words come with knowledge within it's lines.
As you say they've changed the smilies! I'm glad to see this dude's back ------> ![]()
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Circus
The Ringmaster entered and sensed something wrong, The Big Tent lacked people and sound, The juggler let plates spin and wobble too long Till they smashed to bits on the ground. The confident tamer who lashed the whip straight Now dreaded each tiger and lion, The strong man attempted to pick up a weight Yet struggled to lift heavy iron. The man who ate fire was gripped by such fear He poured water on the flame’s source, The girl who rode side-saddle tried hard to steer But failed to control her own horse. The boy on the tightrope fell into a net, The Ringmaster looked at the clown Who left with a smile and a terrible threat; The ghost circus had come to town. © |
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Circus
........................... The Ringmaster looked at the clown Who left with a smile and a terrible threat; The ghost circus had come to town. © Ghostly indeed! So ghostly it slipped in unnoticed. ![]() PS You'll notice I remembered how to put these smilies in manually - there is no link to them on mobile style. Uh-oh! |
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PS You'll notice I remembered how to put these smilies in manually - there is no link to them on mobile style. Uh-oh!
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Carruthers & Son, Inc
Father trained him like the others (He had no sisters, only brothers) The oldest son Installed to run The empire for Carruthers. Business deals left rivals reeling, At the desk a mind unfeeling, Content to live Executive, Carruthers, wheeler-dealing. An early death made nothing alter, His brother told each news reporter 'In stocks and shares And all affairs Carruthers shall not falter.' © |
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Carruthers & Son, Inc
................... 'In stocks and shares And all affairs Carruthers shall not falter.' ©
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Carruthers & Son, Inc
Father trained him like the others (He had no sisters, only brothers) The oldest son Installed to run The empire for Carruthers. Business deals left rivals reeling, At the desk a mind unfeeling, Content to live Executive, Carruthers, wheeler-dealing. An early death made nothing alter, His brother told each news reporter 'In stocks and shares And all affairs Carruthers shall not falter.' © a sweetheart he had never won, his ducking and diving and always striving meant he was left a lonely one. |
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What's the betting Carruthers make more for themselves than their clients.
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Tis' a shame the eldest son
a sweetheart he had never won
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Possessive
One night with malice I connived To float this way and seep Into a human, I arrived While she was fast asleep. Your teenage girls are best, it’s clear I choose them young and shy, Much easier than boys to steer Whose hormones go awry. At midnight in her bed, that's when She swallowed my creed’s pill, Not Christianity or Zen, Not Islam; stronger still. It takes a while before the change (At first they all stay calm), Next day she felt a little strange But nothing to alarm. The mother sensed the daughter’s mood, When asked what made her ail She lied that homework made her brood, The reason she looked pale. At home she started breaking rules, The pet cat shunned her gaze Yet when she called her parents fools They blamed it on a phase. In class she acted even worse, School teachers couldn't see Each loud defensive foul-mouthed curse Was really down to me. Both parents tried to help, although When they proposed a shrink Another rage began to grow, It pushed her to the brink. Eyes rolled white in a fiendish face, She spat at them and swore, The table shook then left its place To move across the floor. Kind features were completely masked, By evil hands caressed, The first time they had ever asked If she had been possessed. She’s trapped in my demonic vice, Her bedroom is so cold And in that freezing tomb of ice She speaks in tongues of old. Let priests beg mercy for her soul With crosses to assist, God cannot save the girl I stole, Nor any exorcist. © |
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My Friend Samuel
I still recall the early days, Adventures without end Of make-believe among the haze, The games where I'd pretend; An age of plain and simple ways When Samuel was my friend. As free as birds who love the air, We shared our time and toys, To be a child with Samuel there Meant life was full of joys, Revealing in each game and dare The innocence of boys. We fished beneath the skies of blue At our own favourite stream, We visited museums too, United as a team Until the winds of change that blew And bred a new regime. My mother told me what was what, How every altered rule Meant we had to accept our lot But worst of all, most cruel How Samuel certainly could not Be my best friend at school. And as she spoke her eyes looked down, Ashamed of what she'd said, Aware that in our little town Great changes lay ahead, We'd seen the men in shirts of brown Flaunt standards of bright red. A swastika is hardly vague And now it lit a fuse, The new regime none could renege, From alleys to church pews The mission was to stop the plague Of unhygienic Jews. I still recall the guards who came To take my friend away, Outside his house a mob became Hysterical, for they Assembled with a single aim, To make the traitors pay. There with his parents Samuel bid Farewell to home and hearth, Condemned despite the good they did To walk a darker path, Then Samuel glanced at me amid The jeers of hate and wrath. The look he gave escapes my pen, A tear was in his eye, Somebody spat in his face when He waved his last goodbye, I never saw him once again, Nor did he once see I. If Samuel could return we’d go To fish, free of their clutch And at the stream where ripples flow His kindly face I'd touch, I'd let my best friend Samuel know How I’ve missed him so much. © |
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Aaaargh, isn't that the most irritating set of words in the English language.
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My Friend Samuel
© I'll have a stern word with him if we ever meet up.
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The evil is painful to think about. Where was God?
I'll have a stern word with him if we ever meet up.
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