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TWIN CONNECTION Ken And Chris Anstiss

kenanstiss — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 21:56:17 GMT

36 Twins� Magazine S ep/Oct 2008 www.TwinsMagazine.com

By Ken Anstiss

West London, England

have a twin tale to tell of me and

my identical twin brother. I live in

West London, England, and my

brother lives in New South Wales, Australia

A Definite Twin Connection

Tales From Twins

Ken (left) and Chris Anstiss, 18-months-old.

I We have been living apart for 34 years and have been feeling each other�s pain

both

physically and mentally over the last 58 years. Whatever happens to ...

SOME OF MY PAINTINGS - HOPE YOU LIKE THEM

kimi — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 04:09:06 GMT

Mans Greed

kenanstiss — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 16:09:02 GMT

Hi everyone ,

I have just heared that my poem 'Mans Greed' is to be published in an anthology 'The Art of Life' edited by Aime'e Vanstone, by Anchor books, it is scheduled for publication on the 31st January 2009.

Identical twins

kenanstiss — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 21:47:35 GMT

Hi everyone,

Just a quick bit of news,I sent off a story about my identical twin and myself, and all the funny quirky things that have happened to us over the thirty four years of seperation, and guess what? Twins Magazine in America is publishing it in their Sept/October edition baby pictures and all.

I am a writer at last!

MY KIND OF PEOPLE by Orcadia - 67 VOTES

orcadia — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 20:50:52 GMT

MY KIND OF PEOPLE

Its not important the colour of your skin,

nor the clothes that you're dressed in,

I don't care if you have funny fashion flair,

nor if you're old and gray, or losing your hair.

It's the person inside I'm interested in,

the one hidden deep within.

If you can laugh and embrace, the troubles you face,

a sense of humour, even displaced

can turn life around, for those on the ground,

lifting others when they tremble and fall,

being there to support, as they ...

Cruel Winter, Yokel - 57 VOTES

yokel — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 16:27:31 GMT

Cruel Winter

[Late December-early March, 1963.]

Cruel winter descending, Boxing Day night in full fury;

quiet at first, the deceptively soft flakes feathering down,

while we slept blissfully in our beds;

never dreaming of Nature's mischievous plans,

as it stoked the winds, drifting the now swirling blizzard,

causing the cascading snow to gratefully lodge at rest

with a contented sigh in banked mounds

wherever it could find a safe haven;

we, simple farming folk, awoke aghast! ...

Comfort for the Lonely By Geoff LeVoguer - 55 VOTES

Geoff LeVoguer — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 15:01:11 GMT

Comfort For The Lonely

You�re on the outside looking in

That�s how it always seems to be

Alone and never fitting in

It�s all a great big mystery

And laughing people try to show

They know something that you don�t know

But underneath they can�t conceal

A make believe that�s not for real

And so you come to realise

Only the truth can make you wise

Don�t go chasing an illusion

We�re all the same--- no one�s to blame

It�s true you may not change the world ...

Comments by annamoy

annamoy — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 12:31:11 GMT

Hi everyone, I've only just discovered this page! I'd just like to say a big thanks to Maggie and everyone involved with running Poetry & Friends Group. I really enjoy my time on here posting poetry and stories and reading other members work too. I agree it would be great to meet up with other members one day, to put a face to the familiar names.

Ann

COMMENTS - Sheofwolf

Sheofwolf — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 21:42:49 GMT

Hi my name is Sheofwolf, the gift of the name was given when in meditation one day, and have used it as my pseudonym ever since, my pleasures in life are my family , cycling and writing poetry, I am also a Reiki healer and medium, and study spiritual psychology.

I have always been very empathic even as a child I have felt and sensed things deeply, painfully shy and through family problems became very isolated emotionally.

Having always loved animals, and feel a great pull towards the Native ...

POETRY BY ORCADIA

orcadia — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 09:08:22 GMT

The SQUIRREL

In a branch fork of a conifer tree

built of twigs,grass, bark and leaves

lies the nest of a tiny blind and deaf redpelt,

helpless, hairless, alone and ill at ease.

Outside the safety of the moss lined dray,

mother squirrel is foraging most of the day,

gathering seeds and berries and all thats good,

to store away for winter, when there's a shortage

of fresh food.

She returns to the dray in the middle of the day

avoiding the heat and dangerous birds of prey.

However her ...

POETRY BY OHARRIS739

oharris739 — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 14:58:10 GMT

Time

Who's time is it?

It's our time

Who gave us our time?

God!

Where did He get the time?

He made it

Our time is God's time

He gave us the time to do His will

What are we doing with Our time?

Trying to get more time

Trying to kill God's time

Why Hate

I do not know you nor do you know me

Why do you hate me

If you say you love God but you hate your brother and sister how can you love God

God is love

He knows us

He made all of us

God loves you

God loves me

Why do you ...

POETRY BY ANDREW STAGLES

andrew stagles — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:45:51 GMT

The poet behind poem.

It 's not easy giving birth to a smile, when your hold back tears all the while.

That�s a throw away line.

I�m not one to pretend or play the game.

It�s only a shell I let people see and a name my mother gave to me.

Throw away line number two.

My neighbours don�t even know my name.

Though my mind is strong, my will is weak, so about my thought I do not speak.

That�s number three.

My minds a mess and I speak it all the time,

But I often spend a little time ...

POETRY BY LOUISAA LOU

Ladybug — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 15:20:09 GMT

I've had enough

Why does he feel this way

what have I done

he yells, you do nothing right

get out of my sight

What happened here

can't he ever be nice

he yells, you overcooked the food

get out of my sight

He's back again in a rage

what now is all I say

better watch your mouth

get out of my sight

How does he do it

mean and cruel always

you are so stupid

get out of my sight

You're a mess

anger thrown at me

don't you ever listen

get out of my sight

He's not happy ...

1st Place In the Shory Story Competition-A Short Story - Silence

Tiggee — Mon, 26 May 2008 12:19:25 GMT

A Short Story - Silence

Silence.

She'd always longed for it. Those hours of quiet that she remembered

from her childhood. An only child and both parents out at work. Things

were done differently in those days though. The key to the front door

was under the mat and she'd let herself in after school, turn on one

bar of the electric fire, get a glass of milk and the biscuit tin and

wait for her mother or father to come home. She would sit in the living

room at the back of the house and ...