Poets Paradise

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Comment by Stephen Coupland on March 4, 2011 at 4:24am

Hello....hello... he repeats...there are no answers to the questions I seek. What have I asked...well where have you been....it doesn't matter if all my other posts you've seen....And what of I...reappearing here...I guess I came to show I haven't disappeared...Though soon I will leave from this place in L.A...which in case you're wondering is in the U.S.A...

Comment by Stephen Coupland on June 16, 2009 at 7:38am

Yeah i know, Yeah I see, I'm obviously the only one here a living, you create the post, then backaway, then leave the posts for everyone else to say... Are you DEAD, ARE YOU scared to put your posts on the internet? Maybe you have come, long after I HAVE GONE, then clearly you must now correspond. Or maybe you would just rather read and wait for another me, someone who will be out there and fill the void with words of experience, a sage or philosopher of in the grand scheme of things inconsequence.... oh shock and horror what do you mean! I mean to say, we are equally compentent, just 0vercome your fears and become a word posting activant...yeah but you wont, look at my last 10 posts. Am I annoyed or dissappointed, maybe but folks by now, I just think, that's the way it is!
Stephen Coupland

Comment by Stephen Coupland on May 2, 2009 at 10:50am

I've been to Japan and back again.. yet what of you all who may be here a readin'. I post and post in this paradise, but some lines from another would be sorta nice. Be brave be bold, touch those letters on your keypad.. I've done it, come on it ain't sooooooo bad

Comment by Stephen Coupland on April 18, 2009 at 8:17am

The sun shines it's gamma rays, the world turns from night to day. People live here on planet earth and think our woes and highs are significant. The universe is far and wide, far greater than we can realise. If our earth, was but on a beach, a grain of sand, then the rest of the universe is all of the other grains of sands. In light of this how small are we, yet we are all a part of this infinity. Is it finite, what of the black holes... well scientist tell us that they eventually dissolve. So what does this all mean? How do I know, I'm just a resident of the Milky Way Galaxy.

Comment by Stephen Coupland on March 6, 2009 at 10:44am

What a surprise, in asian countries , the lucky number is eight and I have now contributed to this forum alone and straight. oh joy oh bliss, what fortune now awaits me... thank you all for being sooooooo lazy..... stephen ( The really lucky guy)

Comment by Stephen Coupland on January 8, 2009 at 9:00am

yippee yi yo, yipee yi ya, here i am at poets paradise again.... I feel like I'm in a desert, a barren terrain, It seems I'm the only one who visits here all the same but i see you, I know you read and the spotlight here is just on me. Are you motivated yet? Or do you prefer to be a passive player.... We are all as important as Shakespear, the web is forever too, all you need to do is become a player.....

Comment by Stephen Coupland on October 24, 2008 at 7:36am

Hello world, my world of words, sentences and grammar. We read, we think and our minds create translations of print to our grey matter. Synapses relay thoughts from words which enter our minds dimension. One relay, one at a time, done in duplication. But never are the same words relayed in the same relayed mind space interpretation.......

Comment by Stephen Coupland on September 5, 2008 at 9:48am

Just popped in for a quick lap... into what it seems is my own private wordpool... come on Val jump in and splash me with a witty word bomb and this offer is open to the rest of you. You've become a member but have yet to pay, pay your entrance fee... so where is the poetry. Shakespeare never acted alone neither did Keats or Shelley. Don't be afraid to bear yourself here, we can't see if you are clothed or skinny...

Comment by Stephen Coupland on August 23, 2008 at 11:22am

ahhh to frolic in this poetic paradise.. words flow out to be viewed by eyes. I'd made some attempt at beautiful poetic verse, yet I feel upset because of all my missing words... one spelling mistake I made and tried to correct, yet alas clicking the x created a death. The words were gone, my thoughts deleted, it's enough to want to use words best expleted. How frustrating and what a waste, rest assured all my whimsy was something great. But in the tradition of not looking back and pushing on, perhaps I should just carry on. So leaping in yet once again, I can't help but notice my posted words are alone again. I feel like a swimmer in an olympic sized pool, where my words are set forth in a written drool. but readers do not fret or despair you can also enter this word pool without any care. jump into the shallow end or the deep... don't worry there is no real reason to freak. The creators of this poetic domain need not worry that it has been set up in vain. I'll keep coming to jump into this poetic pool... because all poetry is coool

Comment by Stephen Coupland on June 22, 2008 at 7:20am

Mon gosh, mon dieu, toute le monde ete arrette pour vous, mais je sais toute de fois ete rien encore, quelle domage... copy and paste into google for a french english translate

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