• How many teachers in America do you know that are willing or capable of defending/protecting pupils with firearms as Trump is suggesting?

    Wouldn't it be easier to train soldiers to do the teaching job instead of expecting the average teacher to be responsible in a shoot out? I'm just wondering how they can emotionally deal with the loss of mortal life if they miss their shot or an accident happens?
    Wouldn't it be easier to train soldiers to do the teaching job instead of expecting the average teacher to be responsible in a shoot out? I'm just wondering how they can emotionally deal with the loss of mortal life if they miss their shot or an accident happens?
    2 answers · Politics · 17 hours ago
  • Do you support the students in America trying to ban guns?

    I do, from Australia, where guns are banned. Why not let the kids grow up without PTSD?
    I do, from Australia, where guns are banned. Why not let the kids grow up without PTSD?
    96 answers · Politics · 1 day ago
  • Wouldn't community gardens help in remote indigenous communities in Australia? Housing, yes but also growing food. Why not?

    From evidence I've seen, there are no food gardens and yes, I do respect native title hunting rights. I respect bush tucker and traditional foods yet surely gardens with potato plants would be suitable to the environment? Twelve week foods, such as beans, peas, carrots, cucumber, zucchini, pumpkin, watermelon, (Yum), and the list goes on. Then... show more
    From evidence I've seen, there are no food gardens and yes, I do respect native title hunting rights. I respect bush tucker and traditional foods yet surely gardens with potato plants would be suitable to the environment? Twelve week foods, such as beans, peas, carrots, cucumber, zucchini, pumpkin, watermelon, (Yum), and the list goes on. Then we have herbs like basil par
    9 answers · General - Australia · 2 weeks ago
  • Do you adore poetry about nature and do you like this poem?

    Ruby red sunset Wake me upon a golden shore, shake my soul down to its core. How could I wish for anything more, opening my eyes to heavens door? Waves roll in, tickling my toes, a butterfly lands upon my nose. Gentle giants pass a red rose and offer words crafted as prose. Coconut palms sway in gentle breeze, whispering seaspray begins to... show more
    Ruby red sunset Wake me upon a golden shore, shake my soul down to its core. How could I wish for anything more, opening my eyes to heavens door? Waves roll in, tickling my toes, a butterfly lands upon my nose. Gentle giants pass a red rose and offer words crafted as prose. Coconut palms sway in gentle breeze, whispering seaspray begins to tease. God blesses each and every sneeze as on this beach, I'm on my knees. Island views from a tropical coast, inspire the love that I need most. Fill my thoughts with a mermaid ghost and allow self indulgence to simply boast. All day long, I'll sing my sweet song, curious seagulls seem to sing along. Here, at the edge of the earth, I belong, nobody stops to tell me I'm wrong. Never let me ever forget, nor suffer from the sin of regret. Tide rolls in, so now I'm wet, watching this exquisite, ruby red sunset.
    1 answer · Poetry · 2 weeks ago
  • I need to ask, if my poetic task is disgusting or disguising what's underneath my mask?

    Hidden and forbidden is a lovely little lady. Shy, she will lie, so "One day", is a maybe! To the grave, my soul to save, yet truth be told, I'm just a slave! Happy and helpful a good friend to all. Down in this dungeon is just my pitfall. I'll never be loved like you, abandoned kids know it's true. Pretending that the sky... show more
    Hidden and forbidden is a lovely little lady. Shy, she will lie, so "One day", is a maybe! To the grave, my soul to save, yet truth be told, I'm just a slave! Happy and helpful a good friend to all. Down in this dungeon is just my pitfall. I'll never be loved like you, abandoned kids know it's true. Pretending that the sky is blue is a game, a name, I always do. If I knew my secret name, I'd feel no normal everyday shame! I carry the blame, my beast to tame. Ripp up my words and eat them for dinner. Hungry little fragile sinner, rhyming doesn't craft a winner! Old age hints with a glimmer of hope, how to cope or a hangman's rope. Wash my mouth out with a bar of soap and cop a feel, as I pray for the Pope. "You didn't deserve to have children!" I guess my mask is torn. Revolting ugly human being, disguised but now out worn. Exposed in broad daylight, I tried not to cause a fright. Wishing to be known as delight, backfired into "stay out of sight" So when you see my pretty little face and admire this sexy sweet white lace, I only ask, don't call me a disgrace, as i do still belong to your holy human race.
    3 answers · Poetry · 2 weeks ago
  • Is this poem interesting?

    Once upon the head of a pin, stood thousands of Angels without any sin. They sung one song, so heavenly exquisite, that we also sang along. We did not see them, nor know they did exist, we only felt that we had, most certainly been kissed. Blessed and wrapped in white feathered wings, our heartstrings played like a golden harp sings. Loved... show more
    Once upon the head of a pin, stood thousands of Angels without any sin. They sung one song, so heavenly exquisite, that we also sang along. We did not see them, nor know they did exist, we only felt that we had, most certainly been kissed. Blessed and wrapped in white feathered wings, our heartstrings played like a golden harp sings. Loved invisibly, kept so true. Mysteriously humble, they still sing for you. So small yet so unique, Angels did not ever sneak, whisperings within the wind, "Do not fear, you have not sinned" Twice upon a summers day, Angelic beings are here to stay. Thrice is nice, unknown to us, they fly about and cause no fuss. Sprinkling happiness, shining down love, living amidst humans, not far up above.
    5 answers · Poetry · 2 weeks ago
  • Why do you like this poem of mine?

    Sunshine Sublime time, etched in rhyme. Riddled crime, bright green slime! Days were fine, give me a sign? Not silent mime, nor lonely shrine Drink this wine, I am no swine! In the Moonshine, make love so fine. Try to refine, this love of mine. Walk a straight line, to me, my sunshine!
    Sunshine Sublime time, etched in rhyme. Riddled crime, bright green slime! Days were fine, give me a sign? Not silent mime, nor lonely shrine Drink this wine, I am no swine! In the Moonshine, make love so fine. Try to refine, this love of mine. Walk a straight line, to me, my sunshine!
    1 answer · Poetry · 2 weeks ago
  • Does this poem evoke any emotions from within your stone cold heart?

    Depart Gone are the giggles, yet I don't feel smart. Forgotten is the date, time, hour it did start. Echoing whisperings, "We will never part!" Lost memories now begging to play a part. Wouldn't you agree, our love was truly Art? A painting, pure poetry, sweet tasty yummy tart? A slice of nice erased, ripped away from our... show more
    Depart Gone are the giggles, yet I don't feel smart. Forgotten is the date, time, hour it did start. Echoing whisperings, "We will never part!" Lost memories now begging to play a part. Wouldn't you agree, our love was truly Art? A painting, pure poetry, sweet tasty yummy tart? A slice of nice erased, ripped away from our heart! Not reality anymore, Because we did depart!
    7 answers · Poetry · 2 weeks ago
  • Any feedback on this mildly venting poem, titled, "Oh, bring me!", please? Thank you.?

    Oh, bring me! Oh, bring me my sanity, it's in that box on this shelf. I need to unwrap it, reflect upon my inner self. Oh, bring me my vanity, to protect my frail mental health, or surely I crumble, under the burden of my mind's dual wealth. Oh, bring me my scent of seaspray, marooned on a sandy tropical cay. Sipping coconut, on the beach,... show more
    Oh, bring me! Oh, bring me my sanity, it's in that box on this shelf. I need to unwrap it, reflect upon my inner self. Oh, bring me my vanity, to protect my frail mental health, or surely I crumble, under the burden of my mind's dual wealth. Oh, bring me my scent of seaspray, marooned on a sandy tropical cay. Sipping coconut, on the beach, I lay and dream with rolling waves, away. Oh, bring me my cloud to float upon, looking down as drifting, I do belong! Emotions evolve and sun, it shone. Shone on me in my insanity, in an apron! Oh, bring me my sword, my mystical silver cord. I seek to pledge an accord, sworn on bent knee, unto my lord! Oh, bring me my Angels in hoardes, stay now, remain, dwell like frauds. Put this box back on that shelf now, in my cute little suit of insanity, I bow!
    2 answers · Poetry · 1 month ago
  • Any feedback on "A bad childhood" poem?

    A bad childhood You never lived in public housing when you were growing up. Every movie that you went to, you got popcorn and a novelty cup. We lived in plenty of nice homes with gardens and a car. The snow, Luna park, the zoo, yet I let you down so far! So far below the others, I was one of the worst mothers! Now I suffer full of regret! All of... show more
    A bad childhood You never lived in public housing when you were growing up. Every movie that you went to, you got popcorn and a novelty cup. We lived in plenty of nice homes with gardens and a car. The snow, Luna park, the zoo, yet I let you down so far! So far below the others, I was one of the worst mothers! Now I suffer full of regret! All of my good, they did forget! Only the mistakes, for goodness sakes!
    11 answers · Poetry · 1 month ago
  • How would you describe this poem?

    Perfectly flawed A graceful smile, one humbled life. Polite and honest yet nobodies wife! Haunted serenely, like a spooky sunset. Rising into mourning, yet afresh, without regret! Wisdom costs a price, deeply carved within. Dignity displays itself, no matter what the sin. Patience is a vertue tested, upon the path of grief. Angelic tranquil... show more
    Perfectly flawed A graceful smile, one humbled life. Polite and honest yet nobodies wife! Haunted serenely, like a spooky sunset. Rising into mourning, yet afresh, without regret! Wisdom costs a price, deeply carved within. Dignity displays itself, no matter what the sin. Patience is a vertue tested, upon the path of grief. Angelic tranquil whisperings appear from droplets on a leaf. Coaching and supporting Champions who succeed. Inspiringly evoking kin to evole beyond a higher breed. Because life is a seed, sown so deeply indeed! Never bored! Perfectly flawed! My blood, still red, will bleed!
    5 answers · Poetry · 1 month ago
  • Where is the respect when archeologists can dig up people from the middle ages from English cemeteries to study their teeth?

    Are we public property after 700 years? Or is it one thousands years? Or 500 years? Or next decade? So our "Sacred to the memory" words etched by loved ones is considered just a rant from stupid grieving relatives, at the time, is it? Basically, my deceased child can be dug up and studied after I'm dead? Or one hundred years after... show more
    Are we public property after 700 years? Or is it one thousands years? Or 500 years? Or next decade? So our "Sacred to the memory" words etched by loved ones is considered just a rant from stupid grieving relatives, at the time, is it? Basically, my deceased child can be dug up and studied after I'm dead? Or one hundred years after I'm dead? So strangers can hold her skull in their hands and treat her as an experiment because my great great great grandchildren do not care? Isn't this a wonderful thing? Aren't humans heartless after all?
    8 answers · Anthropology · 2 months ago
  • May I have my best answer back for the question, "What are your hopes, dreams and wishes for 2018?" PLEASE? I need that best answer back?

    My son in law tried to commit suicide on Christmas day, he called me, I rang an ambulance and his life was saved but my grandson had an awful Christmas day with his dad in hospital and his mother distraught and upset. He has to stay with his uncle and aunt, so can't see his mother everyday now. This poem was a prayer for Angels to help us! I... show more
    My son in law tried to commit suicide on Christmas day, he called me, I rang an ambulance and his life was saved but my grandson had an awful Christmas day with his dad in hospital and his mother distraught and upset. He has to stay with his uncle and aunt, so can't see his mother everyday now. This poem was a prayer for Angels to help us! I already have an 18 month old daughter in a grave and the last stanza of this poem that won best answer was penned for my living daughter and I was physically kneeling on my bruised knees on my hard tiled floor. That best answer was my Christmas gift. Please? I'm too old to outsmart internet people. You can steal it without removing it? Please put it back for my kids and grandchildren? Will somebody help me, please? Can the asker of the question please try to get it back for me? Can Angels bring it back for my sad eleven year old grandson? It was a nice poem! I'd like him to see this poem one day on yahoo so please? Again, I beg once more of you? You with the power? You, who know what to do?
    5 answers · Poetry · 2 months ago
  • Have Angels helped you?

    18 answers · Religion & Spirituality · 2 months ago
  • Is there one single group or organization based in christianity or atheism that confronts child rapists? Or do parents do prison in the end?

    Decades go past, as rapists have a blast! Upstanding citizen, yet, their victims live downcast! No father has the guts to put a nail gun in his foot! No mother has a right to even cover him in soot! Do we laugh along with these Christian men? Us parents better respect God and best respect the pen? My questions in this rhyming verse, equal... show more
    Decades go past, as rapists have a blast! Upstanding citizen, yet, their victims live downcast! No father has the guts to put a nail gun in his foot! No mother has a right to even cover him in soot! Do we laugh along with these Christian men? Us parents better respect God and best respect the pen? My questions in this rhyming verse, equal memories of a funeral hearse. Would you make the choice, as Angels rejoice, to permanently mame your child's rapist, just so he will remember your voice?
    4 answers · Religion & Spirituality · 2 months ago