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| Welcome to FolkPoetry In this part of Nehaia you'll find poems, thoughts and other stuff, that I, or some of my worlwide friends have written. And a couple of links to more Poetry. What about you? What do you have lying in the bottom of the desk drawer? Mail me a poem and I'll put it up here, along with your name (of course), your email address, an URL to your homepage, and, -if you like, maybe a photo of you or your cat. Now, use the links to the left, to have a look at what I found while searching some of my friends' deskdrawers. Your own site at FolkPoetry@Nehaia? Are you writing a lot? Wnat a place to show it to the world? Is one poem on a single page not enough? Don't give a damn about html, php, asp, graphic software and other web-technicalities? Don't have time and energy for handling a homepage of your own? There's hope. Mail me some samples of your writings. If I like what I read, am in a good mood, or if someone painted the day blue (you probably guessed it by now - if it somehow suits me), you can have your own "site" here. Do not write me if you're not seriuosly in need of some writing space. |
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| Coz in Nehaia It was nice to find this beach, On a lovely Summer's Day; I'll have a look around... Perhaps it's here I'll stay. © Coz 2000 On my birthday, I recieved this reponse to my Nehaia poem. Later came a nice piece of artwork, which you can view here (265k) | Army of Compassion They come from far way with helping hands
They bring us guns and bombs They sweat and fight and die, because they care about our sons and daughters, because they care about our freedom They come to save us The Army of Compassion They drop the bombs... - on our houses They point the guns... - at the farmers They sweat and fight and die, because they care about our sons and daughters, because they care about our freedom They come to save us The Army of Compassion © Tina Holm 2004. | ||||||||
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| Nehaia The green and foggy waterworld, at the shoreline of Nehaia Nehaia This foggy,weightless body, trapped in the midst of green seaweed, Where my passion lies on the beach, below the sun, My body, longing for the weightlessness, the seaweed, the fog, © Tina Holm 2000 | ||||||||
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