Fay Slimm

Rookie - 12 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

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  • Rookie Shashendra Amalshan (7/23/2009 12:37:00 AM)

    Hello Fay! ! ! !
    hey, you write beautiful pieces indeed......
    i loved your ones.. filled with words of love.. and a good friend too...
    your writing reflect what a lovely lady you are.... thanks for sharing your poems with the world..! ! !

    with love
    shan

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  • Rookie - 110 Points Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (4/5/2009 1:40:00 AM)

    I put my money on you.. you are a winner! ! !

  • Rookie Rupa U (1/15/2009 1:26:00 AM)

    You are one of the few very good poets I have so far come across on this site. Congratulations!

  • Rookie - 996 Points Jerry Hughes (12/30/2008 4:55:00 PM)

    Agree totally with Chris Savin's comments. Fay is a 'thinking' writer and I congratulate her
    on her excellent work. Sincerely, Jerry Hughes

  • Rookie Kris Smith (12/11/2008 12:56:00 PM)

    Fay is one of the outstanding poets on PH the content and subject matter is so varied and always has the reader occupied. She is a kind and warm poet who comments other peoples work with great dignity. It is a credit that PH has this lovely person as a member. Keep going Fay, Chris

  • Rookie Fabio Ricardo Vieira (9/14/2008 1:33:00 PM)

    Hi Fay, i read some of your poetries, they are really amazing, but this to my is the best.
    Cheers

  • Rookie - 99 Points James Timothy Jarrett (7/29/2008 8:47:00 PM)

    Absolutely wonderful. If only I could plant a midnight garden with that group. You have made me feel your joy. Thank you.

Placid Sunday Morn.

Lying amid grass of perfumed green,
Cushioned with sun and calm of early morn,
From verdant lanes echo aloft the sound of the bell
Bidding me attend it s evocative toll

What solitary same sound has winged in byegone days
And fetched the faithful, young and old, to morning dues
It s sad and mournful clang, it s long and lonely call
Evokes a realm of pastness gone now and yet

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