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  • Maureen : Dear Rof Cau, on October 29
    A spider is going to build a web if you don't visit and 'tidy up' soon!



    Told you! Miss you, my friend!

    ♥ Maureen
  • myrataal : Nee man Rof ... on October 17
    where are you?
  • Maureen on December 31, 2007
    Photobucket

    <3 Maureen
  • Blondita on August 30, 2007
    Been reading / perusing some more of your shtuff...just havn't the time to comment in depth presently...head-up-arse type philosophy. When I've got some spare time I'll be back ! Talented person you are.
  • dubiety : Hah on August 9, 2007
    you must think very highly of yourself to put in all of the comments on you in your author page...!
  • CookieZeal on June 25, 2007
    I loved Jeff Buckley's music. Cohen'
    "Hallelujah". So poignant from his expression!

    Hello there!
  • Blondita on May 15, 2007
    Thanks for your meaningful comment, it was genuinely appreciated. I will return to read some of your work soon when I next sign onto AP :-).
  • bethan-gaze : Deeper than deep ... on May 4, 2007
    I am mesmerized by your 'braying' poems ... you tie the reader in knots with your writing. There's an honesty that weaves its way throughout the lines in a very straightforward and almost 'in your face' way which is very appealing but the poems are not meant to be surface read ... they're too deep for that. Peel away the layers and there's a wealth of emotion and sensitivity not too far from the surface. Fabulous writing.
  • Rof Cau on October 21, 2006
    aaah yes, "I can see clearly now the rain has gone". Yep, hair should grace shoulders and help eyes tease....
    Thanks Myra. As always you're the inspiration behind all this. Your latest contest haiku... wow!
  • myrataal on October 21, 2006
    Hallo you wonderful guy --

    I saw your question on my page.

    Now -- let me try to explain:

    The traditional haiku is three lines with syllabic count 5-7-5; but as the Western syllabic count differs from that of the East, the western haiku has variations: it may be whatever syllabic count -- as long as the total count is not more than 17 syllables. But even in this respect some poets differ. I think in the end the MOST important thing to remember about the haiku, senryu (people-related) or tanka is that there is NOT much of cerebral intervention: the poet reflects observations of nature, which in essence capture a moment in time, seasonally related (winter, summer etc.) to arrive at an instinctive "understanding" or cosmic awareness. Within a small moment the Universe may be defined WITHOUT explanation. The reader applies the elements INSTINCTIVELY to a universal "KNOWING" --

    e.g.

    white
    spring announces itself
    in snowflowers

    syllabic count: 1-6-3


    owls
    outside my window
    a winterwind howls

    syllabic count: 1-5-5


    pandemonium
    hadidas in springflower beds
    two crows fighting

    syllabic count: 5-8-4

    This actually took place in front of my eyes yesterday! You will see movement, sound and wordplay in this short poem; also survival of the fittest, destruction within new life, interactivity amongst birds. Nature has its moments.

    And now a PURISTIC senryu especially for you:


    rof cau's endearment
    takes the ribbon from your hair
    now forever free

    syllabic count: 5-7-5



    I hope this clarify things.

    Love

    Myra






    Edited on Oct 21, 2:43 because ''.
  • Rof Cau on October 3, 2006
    in future "please" would be welcomed, please. If you'd read you'd note it was in reply to your "debate" / "discussion" on Hoppalong's pages.

    The rest, I sincerely hope, you can figure out yourself.
  • asymmetry on October 3, 2006
    figures? Explain yourself.
  • Rof Cau on September 22, 2006
    Hi Lurie, yes of course I remember you. Wow, thanks so much for your comments and dropping by. I really missed you.
  • Lurie on September 18, 2006
    Hey stranger, remember me?
  • Neef Kykmytros on January 4, 2006
    thank you. it was really painful to write.
  • myrataal on December 18, 2005
    Hallo Poet -- May you find a Star on your darkest path; a Sun in your winter.



    Peace to you for this Festive Season -- and Forever.



    Myra
  • myrataal on September 25, 2005
    I am so glad to see you back, dearest mysterious Soul.



    Myra
  • -Dawn- on May 3, 2005


    When are
    you coming

    back??


    We miss you Rof




  • Maureen on March 22, 2005
    Happy to know you're okay, Rof Cau. Hope you'll be in touch soon..I've missed you!

    ♥ Maureen
  • StrmDncr on March 19, 2005
    GOOD NEWS!!!! To all of Rof's friends and fans, I just received an e-amil from him today saying he is ok. He will try to keep in touch when he can and he thanks you all for your thoughts and support.

    Pat
  • StrmDncr on March 11, 2005
    I think I stop by once a month to check on you now... This is not good. Hurry back...


    Pat
  • lightwithinyourdark on January 30, 2005
    i liked your poem gong hsi alot. it was really great. have a nice day!
  • StrmDncr on January 17, 2005
    Still watching for you. Please make sure to check in with us as soon as you can...

    Hugd
    Pat
  • StrmDncr on December 30, 2004
    Stopping by to wish you a happy and healthy New Year
    Come back soon hun and stay safe...


    HUGS


    Pat
  • -Dawn- on December 30, 2004
    Rof~

    Everytime I stop by here, the more sad I become. The longer you stay away, the bigger your absence feels.

    Just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year.


    I just entered a contest which one of the requirements was to comment on a bunch of the hosts poems. You know me and my wordy ways. I earned a whole bunch of points.


    So since you have been away for awhile, I will bet not many have visited your beautiful poetry. And since I have all these points that I never use, I do believe I will go and promote some of your beauty. That way when you return, you will be busy returning endless comments and you will stick around LOL

    Stay safe my friend. You are in my prayers and my thoughts. I am missing your inspiration


    ~~Dawn


    Edited on Dec 30, 11:03 p.m. because ''.
  • RollingStone on December 25, 2004

    happy holidays, rof!

    ~travis
  • StrmDncr on December 19, 2004
    Still waiting to hear from you.
    Stay safe hun...


    Pat
  • -Dawn- on December 14, 2004




  • StrmDncr on December 4, 2004
    Still waiting to hear from you.
    I hope all is well.
    Stay safe...


    Pat
  • Maureen on December 1, 2004
    Thinking about you..hoping and praying you're okay!

    <3 Maureen
  • milkdrop on November 27, 2004
    Wheee, you've got Kerouac, the Velvet Underground, Cohen, Dylan, Marley, and the Counting Crows all in one page.. I'm gonna love this.
  • StrmDncr on November 24, 2004
    Hi hun... I pray this Thanksgiving finds you safe and sound.

    Take every care and come back soon...

    Pat
  • Hoppalong on November 21, 2004
    Under angels we are always.
  • -Dawn- on November 19, 2004
    Still haven't returned?? Sigh. You better be alright Rof that is all I am going to say

    I heard this the other day and I remembered that YOU had reminded me how much I love it. So I will leave it here for you for when you return. {you better return}


    Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
    And think of you
    Caught up in circles confusion
    Is nothing new
    Flashback warm nights
    Almost left behind
    Suitcases of memories,
    Time after

    Sometimes you picture me
    I'm walking too far ahead
    You're calling to me, I can't hear
    What you've said
    Then you say go slow
    I fall behind
    The second hand unwinds

    If you're lost you can look and you will find me
    Time after time
    If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
    Time after time

    If you're lost you can look and you will find me
    Time after time
    If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
    Time after time

    After my picture fades and darkness has
    Turned to gray
    Watching through windows you're wondering
    If I'm OK
    Secrets stolen from deep inside
    The drum beats out of time

    If you're lost you can look and you will find me
    Time after time
    If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
    Time after time

    You said go slow
    I fall behind
    The second hand unwinds

    If you're lost you can look and you will find me
    Time after time
    If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
    Time after time

    If you're lost you can look and you will find me
    Time after time
    If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
    Time after time

    Time after time
    Time after time
    Time after time


    ~~Dawn

  • StrmDncr on November 11, 2004
    We who know you understand you may not be able to contact us but we worry all the same. Be safe and come back soon...


    Pat
  • -Dawn- on November 6, 2004
    Where are you Rof??

    Now I will be sick with worry for you. I see up there you have been gone much too long and now I will worry. Dawn isn't pretty worried ya know


    I am wishing for your safe return my friend.



    ~~Dawn

  • StrmDncr on November 1, 2004
    Haven't seen you in a while. I pray all is well.

    Hugs
    Pat
  • Maureen on October 24, 2004
    Hi Rof! I keep thinking about what I said about Elvis and Clay Aiken being soul singers. I know the way they sing doesn't compare to the real 'soul singers' but, Elvis did and Clay does put his heart and soul into the songs he sings. That is what I really meant to say.

    I pray for your safety and hope you are okay. Hope to hear from you again someday.

    Miss you!
    <3 Maureen
    Edited on Oct 24, 4:12 p.m. because ''.
  • StrmDncr on October 11, 2004
    I've missed seeing you here. By the way, where the heck are you? Rockets and roadside bombs? This doesn't sound good.
    Hummmm... Guess I'll have to write you a poem.
    You take care and don't forget to duck...


    Love ya Sweetie
    Pat
  • -Dawn- on September 17, 2004


    Be safe Rof~~



  • Rof Cau on September 12, 2004
    Aah, DD, I am so sorry to disappoint. I am working on some stuff and it will be here soner rather than later. It is a bit hard writing while dodging rockets and roadside bombs you know. ;-) Thanks for your avid reading though. Makes me feel good!!!
  • -Dawn- on September 11, 2004
    Sigh

    I come on by here to see if you might have a new piece of poetry up here...I am looking for something to read.


    Sadly I will leave now with my tail between my legs.


    Write something for me soon Rof...you don't write nearly enough.





  • StrmDncr on August 4, 2004
    This I must say is one of the grestest speeches in history.

    St. Crispen's Day Speech: William Shakespeare, 1599
    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Enter the KING

    WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
    But one ten thousand of those men in England
    That do no work to-day!

    KING. What's he that wishes so?
    My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
    If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
    To do our country loss; and if to live,
    The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
    God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
    Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
    It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
    But if it be a sin to covet honour,
    I am the most offending soul alive.
    No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
    God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
    As one man more methinks would share from me
    For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
    Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
    And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
    We would not die in that man's company
    That fears his fellowship to die with us.
    This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he'll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    Make him a member of the gentry, even if he is a commoner.
    And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

    Before the Battle of Agincourt,
    25 October 1415

    Shakespeare
    Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3
  • -Dawn- on July 31, 2004
    Rof~~

    I have been gone for quite awhile. So imagine my return to a visit from you. Just so you know, a visit from you is like Christmas morning and you are always so generous.


    Thank you for Christmas today here in July Rof


    ~~Dawn

  • myrataal on July 3, 2004
    Hallo Dearest Poet,

    Do you never rest a while?

    Myra
  • Neef Kykmytros on July 1, 2004
    hey guy, enjoy your writing.
  • Maureen on May 22, 2004
    Hi Rof Cau! Just wanted to let you know you're missed!

    <3 Maureen
  • myrataal on March 28, 2004
    My dearest friend
    From all over the world you come to me in compassionate birds, twittering within my dreamstate of self searching Self. And I see your eyes, praying sight within a world of blindness.

    Godspeed, dearest Heart.

    Myra
  • myrataal on March 24, 2004
  • -Dawn- on March 6, 2004


    After my picture fades
    and darkness has turned to grey
    Watching through windows
    you're wondering if I'm ok.
    Secrets stolen from deep inside
    The drum beats out of time.




    Edited on Mar 06, 12:47 because ''.
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