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Forum: Literary Merit
 Topic: Possible link between two Geron Kees stories?
Possible link between two Geron Kees stories?  [message #75834] Tue, 16 July 2019 07:43
Bisexual_Guy is currently offline  Bisexual_Guy   United States

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Geron, I noticed something in the newest Charlie Boone story, "Light My Roamin' Candle, Charlie Boone!"  The formula used by Charlie and Kippy to spy on the Beltracians is the same one Kevin Kennedy used in "Untouchable" to avoid the three bullies. (Links at the end of this post.) 

As Kevin Kennedy stands still and closes his eyes, he uses, I wish...I wish...that I was gone, he thought. I wish that this world could no longer see me. He glanced at the drop off, wondering if that was the way to go. He was still considering it when he heard the thuds of running feet, and the three boys burst from the woods behind him. Kevin turned to face them, and opened his eyes."Where is he?" one called, as the bully named Mark charged forward to look over the edge of the drop off. "I saw him here," added the other boy.

Kippy  uses, in "Roamin' Candle" ,  Kippy closed his eyes.  "I wish...I wish I could see what was happening inside the Beltracian ship."  The screen, which had dimmed, lit again, and they were suddenly looking at what appeared to be the control center of the Beltracian vessel. Six of the aliens were seated in a row before a large display, that showed the growing bulk of the planet before them. The room itself was dimly lit. Things that glowed stood here and there about the deck, but the great display screen was central to everything...

And Charlie uses, in Roamin' Candle." ---  
Charlie was certain that that was where the aliens intended to land.   "I wish...I wish I could watch the Beltracian planetary mind at work, from the inside. Up close."The air to one side of them formed a cloud, and then they were looking at...something. An amazing number of tiny lights seemed to be flashing and swirling and moving everywhere, and winking out and reappearing, But suddenly, even as they watched, the flurry of activity slowed as the lights suddenly came to brief rests before moving on again. A congestion of sorts built, and then blocks appeared here and there, and then...

I noticed the similarity when I re-read "Roamin' Candle" for the third time, then read "Untouchable" again.  So the questions become-- 
A) How did Kevin Kennedy disappear, if not by the same means Kippy and Charlie used in "Roamin' Candle?" 
B) When does Kevin cameo in a Charlie Boone?  And --
C) When does Cousin Kevin (and his boyfriend, Riley) get visited by Cousin Kippy or Cousin Adrian? 
D) Does Kevin or Riley also have skwish
E) Or, is everything just a coincidence which you COULD use to very casually use to link the two stories.

Links:    http://iomfats.org/storyshelf/hosted/geron-kees/shorts/untou chable.html     and      http://iomfats.org/storyshelf/hosted/geron-kees/charlie-boon e/10.html

Semi-related question  F)  Can elves and humans interbreed?  Max once said that humans and elves were a lot closer at one time than now.  I know they can go the motions of breeding together, but are they feritle together?
 Topic: Zeek - chapter 40
Zeek - chapter 40  [message #75769] Fri, 17 May 2019 20:00
luvtwinks is currently offline  luvtwinks   United States

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Please read the author's note at the end of this chapter. I've been on both sides of the subject matter, albeit years ago. It's an important issue...
 Topic: The Pick Of The Bunch
The Pick Of The Bunch  [message #75746] Sun, 12 May 2019 22:14
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Spoiler alert! Have a box of tissues on hand when reading this story. Could be useful for multiple purposes...

[Updated on: Sun, 12 May 2019 22:14]

 Topic: My Night Out
My Night Out  [message #75707] Wed, 24 April 2019 17:24
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Cute story. Reminds me of the time when a friend had me wank for him behind my parents garage one summer night when we were teens. Not exactly the same as in this story but there was the thrilling element of the chance of being caught and doing something "naughty" out in the open. I never got caught but my friend enjoyed the show! 😃
 Topic: Volunteer Beta reader?
Volunteer Beta reader?   [message #75614] Tue, 12 March 2019 20:09
Carl in Boston 9804 is currently offline  Carl in Boston 9804   United States

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If a writer is looking for Beta support, I may be able to help. Contact me through private messaging at this site. I prefer realistic stories over Sci-fi, supernatural, fantasy
 Topic: Evan Carlton
Evan Carlton  [message #75395] Thu, 10 January 2019 09:54
timmy   United Kingdom

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Evan has asked me to remove his work from the site toay. He is editing the tales for mainstream publication.  I hope he achieves success, for they are good tales.



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 Topic: 2019 Challenge - Non Consent
2019 Challenge - Non Consent  [message #75264] Sun, 02 December 2018 16:07
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We are in the preview stage of Non Consent. I was choosing between this and a picture. This won by a whiskerr



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 Topic: Thanking Authors
Thanking Authors  [message #74894] Wed, 19 September 2018 17:41
timmy   United Kingdom

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I make a point, when I read a tale, of thanking the author if I have enjoyed it. The exception I make is as a publisher, when I thank authros here by publishing their work. I kind of think that is an allowable omission, because they and I often talk about the tale while it is in production, and i never publish tales that do not have merit.

What all authors on thsi site are seeing is somethng understandable.

A new author often receives a goodly email load. After the novelty factor wears off, though, they are 'establishment authors' whose work is expected to be of top quality. This means that they have to do something exceptional to be written to, more still to have a thread about their tale.

This, then, is a plea to you all, those who post and those who read.

If you like a tale, drop the author a line, or start a thread, or both. And I mean that whether you read them here or elsewhere. If you start a thread, let them know. They might want to read it Smile

Yes, a number of you do this well, and all authors are grateful for it. I'm not going to thank those who do it! We coudl end up with a circle jerk of thanks!!!



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 Topic: Parkers Love - Scooter and Malachi
Parkers Love - Scooter and Malachi  [message #74819] Fri, 31 August 2018 13:27
timmy   United Kingdom

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Two chapters im the scene is set. When Nicholas Hall sent me the piece he was a smidgen concerned that the tale contains a word that is societally unacceptable today, but there are no words to replace the sentiment behind its use. And so it is present.

Scooter and Malachi is far more than that and, as chapters unfold, you will find it an excellent read.



Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
 Topic: Unseen Solutions, by C M
Unseen Solutions, by C M  [message #74809] Mon, 27 August 2018 07:56
Bisexual_Guy is currently offline  Bisexual_Guy   United States

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Good story with a premise that threw me for the proverbial loop after I saw where the story ended up.  I liked it.

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[Updated on: Mon, 27 August 2018 08:24] by Moderator

 Topic: Fine Young Animals
Fine Young Animals  [message #74295] Fri, 20 April 2018 11:12
timmy   United Kingdom

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The challenge is up and running.

http://iomfats.org/storyshelf/contests/2018-fine-young-animals/images/fine-young-animals.jpg

Three entries only, which is a shame for lack of quantity, but the quality is excellent, as you would expect.  Tell us here what you think of the stories, and tell the authors by email



Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
 Topic: Refugees and Aid Scandals previewed in literature
Refugees and Aid Scandals previewed in literature  [message #74053] Sun, 11 February 2018 10:14
timmy   United Kingdom

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William King's four parter, Refugee, seems to me to have been after the start of the problem but well in advance of the scandal of certain aid workers using displaced persons for their own ends. I suspect the news story will advance beyound 'prostitues' and will encompas children in due course.



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 Topic: We are to lose an author to happiness!
We are to lose an author to happiness!  [message #73888] Mon, 15 January 2018 08:04
timmy   United Kingdom

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Not a bad reason to retire, that. AB has sent me The Chronicles of Valana Volume 3: Open Doom and T5A. The former has started today, the latter will start after Valana comes to an end. And then he withdraws from authorship. It has been and will continue to be a pleasure publishing his stories. There is a certain lilt to them that tells you English is not his native tongue, and that detracts not at all from the tales.

I have placed a note about his retirement on his page.

Meanwhile, I am already enjoying what will be the culmination of his fantasy adventure series in and of Valana. All too soon we will start and then end T5A but we will not forget our friend.

[Updated on: Mon, 15 January 2018 17:32]




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 Topic: REQUIEM FOR THE BEE.
REQUIEM FOR THE BEE.  [message #73595] Mon, 06 November 2017 10:58
Jackboy is currently offline  Jackboy   United Kingdom

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REQUIEM FOR THE HONEY BEE.
Oh furry bee where did you go?
you came this way three months ago.
The sun was warm, the weather dry;
you buzzed "hello", as you flew by.

As I was there amongst the Brambles;
full of pollen you did amble.
Then off to store your daily treasure;
filling your hive up to full measure

Oh Honey Bee, come back to me;
amongst my Brambles you're safe you'll see.
Your armed with stinger, that is true;
but yet, I love the look of you.

When sat with dog, we're ne're alone;
kept company by your melodious drone.
The sounds of Summer now complete;
with your deep song, the birds compete.

The Blackberries form, so black and round;
as through the bloom your wings resound.
We share the space amongst spider and grub;
I watch enthralled as you rub and rub.

But as Summer Moons both wax and wane;
I wonder will you be back again.
I see you struggle until you fall;
the saddest thing to see of all.

Your Season of life so short;
there's little more for me to report.
With one last urge you, try for flight;
but t'ween lawn and path, you lose the light.

Sounds of my boyhood, you have been;
though a little scared, I've sat and seen.
Your lovely fur of black and yellow;
makes any heavy heart, ease and mellow.

And now alas we see and hear;
news of Honey Bee extinction, drawing near.
I could not bear to hear, or see;
A requiem for the Honey Bee.
BY JACK D . HARRISON.
06-11-2017.

Perhaps, the saddest thing I ever wrote.
 Topic: Star Light, Star Bright-- by Geron Kees
Star Light, Star Bright-- by Geron Kees  [message #73464] Sun, 01 October 2017 06:39
Bisexual_Guy is currently offline  Bisexual_Guy   United States

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As usual, Geron Kees has another winner in "Star Light, Star Bright."    http://iomfats.org/storyshelf/hosted/geron-kees/shorts/star- light-star-bright.html       

Not normal for me was the fact that it took six hours to read that short story.  It is not an unusually long short story, but things IRL (In Real Life) kept happening to keep me from completion of the story.  Star is another really good story and enjoyable on many levels:  levels of discovery, coming to terms with oneself, helping others with friendship (and algebra, briefly), satisfaction versus money, and so much more.

The stories by Victor Thomas, Cynus, and Pedro I heartily recommend to everyone, and I look forward to reading the other stories in the grouping as well.

Thank you, Timmy, for coming up with this contest idea.  Thank you, authors, for the great stories we get to read as a result!
 Topic: The Boy And The Spider.
The Boy And The Spider.  [message #73335] Fri, 01 September 2017 21:04
Jackboy is currently offline  Jackboy   United Kingdom

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THE BOY AND THE SPIDER.
She spun out her web, as she did every day;
Gossamer threads spreading every which way.
Keeping it clean, she's a consummate spinner;
Catching the Flies, for her lunch and her dinner.

A hot August day, not a cloud in the sky;
It's thirty degrees, and the heat's turned up high.
The Sun cast its rays, warms the breeze in the meadow;
And the hay is so dry, it's hue is quite yellow.


Then along comes the boy, in his Summer attire;
His name is called Bobby Sir; Bobby McGuire.
He strolls down the lane with basin you see;
To pick some ripe Blackberries, to go with his tea.

The boy worked his way, through the Bramble bush;
he has all afternoon, no sign of a rush.
His boyish hands, so delicately search;
Disturbing a Blackbird, so proud on its perch.

A petulant flapping, and calls from the bird;
"I'm sorry Mr Blackbird, I heard every word".
The Blackbird returned to his Blackberry perch;
Swaying and rocking, for food he did search.

Billy continued, in shorts and white shirt;
A boy of the fields, not a thing would he hurt.
Enjoying his Summers, a joy to behold;
A creature of nature, yet lovely and bold.

And approaching the web, with some consternation;
He thought, with the spider, he'd try conversation.
"Oh please Mrs Spider, if you could just see;
I need some nice Blackberries to go with my tea".

The spider she ran, along her fine lines;
Such meetings they happened, in happier times.
"What would you like, my boy, with eyes so blue";
"I'd like just to ask a small favour of you".

"I want so to pick, some fruits of the season;
I don't want to disturb you, no ulterior reason".
The spider she thought, and continued to weave;
The creepies and crawlies, they ran up his sleeve.

The scene was so calm, so innocent there;
A Summer so perfect, not a thing to compare.
The bees buzzed around him, the boy with blond hair;
And God in his Heaven, was snoozing somewhere.

The Spider and Bees, took a friendlier view;
They gave the young boy a spectacular Review.
They gathered around him, to watch him at work;
And joined in his labours; not making him shirk.

The Spider she squeezed, by his ten-year-old hands;
And allowed him to move, amongst delicate strands.
"You may come back again boy, to pick as you please;
We're here to help you, Noblesse and Oblige".

And later that day whilst making the pastry;
The light of her life, had made such an entry.
"The Blackberries are lovely", she held him and said;
He ate every morsel - and so off to bed.

BY JACK D. HARRISON. (Fri: 25-08-2017).
 Topic: In His Room Challenge
In His Room Challenge  [message #73084] Sat, 29 July 2017 13:00
timmy   United Kingdom

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As is my custom, In His Room is in pre-submission, and is based upon this picture:

http://iomfats.org/storyshelf/contests/2017-in-his-room/images/in-his-room.jpg

Who says I only like blue eyed blonds?



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 Topic: My Heart Doesn't Bleed Anymore...
My Heart Doesn't Bleed Anymore...  [message #72879] Wed, 03 May 2017 09:36
Michael-Kent Dobison is currently offline  Michael-Kent Dobison   United States

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My Heart Doesn't Bleed Anymore...
 
Mislabelled passion and faulted conviction,
It seemed like such an easy decision.
A flicker of hope and a hopeless addiction,
But the truth here is stranger than fiction.
Laid down flat I ironed out the wrinkles,
But now all I can feel is bizarre numbing prickles.
I said over and over that I'd never confess,
Although my lusting heart I had to address.
 
I don't regret it, I love it, feeling free as a bird,
But the emptiness I feel is just absurd.
How is it possible to miss something so much,
So much of something you never had.
I used you to get me though just like a crutch,
But learning to walk again ain't so bad.
 
It never broke me that I will concede,
I'll come back from the brink and I will succeed.
Letting go and learning how,
To love again and what to allow.
My attachment is fleeting the tide receded,
Figuring out what really preceded.
 
Even though you may never have known,
You were a big part of my life I had never shown.
But without you there I would never have grown,
I'd have lived life in a mottled tone.
 
I think what I'm trying to say is Thank You,
I owe you more than just what's due.
You sculpted a boy into a man with a cause,
You offered help and friendship without even a pause.
You had no idea and it was probably for the best,
And I was waiting for East to meet West.
 
If I'm honest with myself calling it for what it be,
I would not be half the person I currently see.
So again I say from the depths of my heart,
I'm blessed and Thank You in no small part.
 
Written by: M K Dobison



"And so the lion fell in love with the Lamb"
"What a stupid Lamb"
"What a sick, masochistic lion"
 Topic: A Bleak Life.
A Bleak Life.  [message #72859] Mon, 24 April 2017 23:39
Jackboy is currently offline  Jackboy   United Kingdom

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A BLEAK LIFE.
Lonely are the hours one spends;
or even days and weeks, it depends.
To get a whack, a slap, or cane;
for naughty boys who live down the lane.

"Remove the blazer boy and shorts";
the angry Head or Master snorts.
"Six for cheating, six for cheek;
your future boy, is rather bleak".

"Don't you move until I'm done;
you'll let the course of justice run".
After school you had to wait;
to recieve a stinging, five bar gate.

Discipline's the only way;
boyhood crime just doesn't pay.
Cry aloud so all can hear;
tell your friends, so they adhere.

"Keep still boy whilst I do this;
flinch or twitch and I might miss.
This will hurt me more than you"
"Oh Sir, better make it 92".
Jack D. H.
 Topic: Dear Little Brother.
Dear Little Brother.  [message #72766] Tue, 21 March 2017 11:10
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DEAR LITTLE BROTHER.
Dear little brother, I love you like no other;
but why are you looking so sad?
I'm all in a muddle, as you come for a cuddle;
did your mischief make Mum or Dad mad?

But never you mind, a solution we'll find;
as we lay on the sofa together.
You can count on Big Bro, so cheer up, and unwind;
as we hide from the rain and the weather.

Because Brothers you see, we always will be;
we can beat all the problems and worry.
With me by your side, you can always confide;
and we'll make the Sun shine in a hurry.
Jack D.H.

[Updated on: Tue, 21 March 2017 11:15]

 Topic: The Boy With A Red Rose.
The Boy With A Red Rose.  [message #72732] Thu, 09 March 2017 22:39
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THE BOY WITH A RED ROSE.
The boy with a Rose is beyond compare;
and this boy with a Rose is lovely.
This boy with the Rose took my heart somewhere;
and my whole life will ever be bubbly.

The boy with the Rose, has Gel in his hair;
and he looks so cute and so handsome.
I'd steal this boy any time, anywhere;
and then I'd refuse any ransom.

Just look at his face as he smells the bouquet;
as it sweetly touches his nose.
There isn't a lovelier sight on Earth;
then a boy,, with a lovely red Rose.
Jack D. Harrison.

https://68.media.tumblr.com/e827f227ee24c1ae6af1ffabc8f4e61d /tumblr_omkjj7SXxt1udfddro1_540.jpg

(2nd photo by Jack D.Harrison).
 Topic: The Colours of Your Life
The Colours of Your Life  [message #72731] Thu, 09 March 2017 22:30
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Photo by Jack D.Harrison.
THE COLOURS OF YOUR LIFE.

If you allocate a colour, for each person, or mood in your life;
would they bring to you a place of joy; free from worldly strife?
Would it happen very quickly, or as slow as molasses;
or would you still see life through rose coloured glasses?

Would they make your world a happy place, with psychedelic hues;
or would it be a downbeat place, to bring for you the blues ?
If you had the choice my friend, to add some variation;
would it soon become a quiet place, for peace and meditation?

And if some people in your world, could bring more than one colour;
what choices would they make I wonder, making your life fuller?
If I could have the chance to make, the colours all around you;
I'd make your world a happy place, to please and then astound you.

I'd bring you gold, and yellow too, to represent your morning;
then later on there's shades of blue, to show your new life dawning.
And next would follow lots of greens, the colour trees have always been;
to make you think such happy thoughts, of childhood Summers you have seen.

There'd have to be the brown and black,, to represent a Honey Bee's back.
How DOES one paint a Summer's day? to airbrush all your cares away:
Then as the day erodes away, and thoughts come of your bed;
you'd have sunsets of Turkish Delight, with lots and lots of red.
By- Jack D. Harrison.

We lost Stella today R.I.P old girl.
 Topic: Cheeky Feet.
Cheeky Feet.  [message #72726] Mon, 06 March 2017 22:09
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CHEEKY FEET.
Wherever the boy takes his feet, he causes mayhem.
One day the happy smiling boy took his feet to a restaurant and when the waiter came, the boy's cheeky feet started giggling wildly at him. The waiter shrieked with shock and dropped the soup bowl all over the Mayor who was out with his Secretary.
The Manager rushed over and told the boy-
"You will have to leave your feet outside. I can't have my Customers covered in soup on Mondays".
The Cheeky Feet dashed out and took the boy with them, Because they became very attached to each other.

The following day, because it was the day after, the happy smiling boy took his cheeky feet to the Zoo. As he passed the elephant enclosure, the cheeky feet noticed one elephant with its trunk in the pond, having a drink. The feet started to giggle, and were soon laughing and giggling out loud, and the elephant feeling very insulted, screamed in shock. It then snorted out all the muddy water, sending it all over the Bishop, who was out with the organist (not a happy man at the best of times - the Organist I mean).

The Choirboys who were with them all started squealing and giggling. The elephant screamed with indignation, and ran across the pond, sending muddy water all over the Bishop and the Organist, Then all the choirboy's feet also became cheeky and laughed and giggled; and so did their owners - the choirboys.

The Zoo keeper came running up and told the boy..
"I told you last week, you can't bring your cheeky feet through the gate on Tuesdays".

The happy smiling boy made a fast exit, along with his cheeky feet, because they all knew and lived with each other, apparently.
Jack D.H.

[Updated on: Mon, 06 March 2017 22:13]

 Topic: Missing Grandpa.
Missing Grandpa.  [message #72719] Sat, 04 March 2017 22:05
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MISSING GRANDPA.
Me and grandpa watched the game;
but since he's gone things aren't the same.
I MISS YOU Grandpa, where are you?

Are there other boys up there in heaven?
are they also in by seven?
Do you miss your grandson James?
do ALL boys hearts burst into flames.

When I'm in my bed at night;
I miss you so, with all my might.
Things are really not the same;
Please sit with me and ease the pain.
Jack D. H.
 Topic: Piano Boy.
Piano Boy.  [message #72718] Sat, 04 March 2017 21:56
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PIANO BOY.
Oh my ebony and ivory boy;
play your piano and bring me joy.
play duets with your toes and fingers;
softly so, the melody lingers.

Play duets of Life and Love;
please the heavens up above.
Never loud and not profane;
heal my aching heart again.

Your little yacht with mast and sail;
braves the sea, in howling gales.
May God keep you safe from harm;
long preserve your boyish charm.

And though your future's yet unknown;
build your life up, stone by stone.
May the windows of your life;
bring the light throughout your life.

May your innocence, reign supreme;
living every boyhood dream.
May the angels care for you;
ever loving, ever true.
Jack D. H.
 Topic: Boys in Despair.
Boys in Despair.  [message #72689] Wed, 01 March 2017 18:57
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For all the boys who'll be thrown onto the streets tonight; Because they're Gay.

BOYS IN DESPAIR.
Oh pretty boy in your deep despair;
what did you think when they found you there?
Laying together with arms entwined;
over days without him, OH! how you pined.

How did it feel, as you packed up your bag?
straining through tears, as they threat and they nag.
I so want to hold you and tell you this;
you won't be the first, or the last to face this.

Your folks don't understand, maybe they'll never;
they said just get out of here, don't return, ever.
You ran and you ran, out into the night rain;
your boy who's your lover, needs to hold you again.

But week after week scenes like this will unfold;
families rejecting their sons from the fold.
Just think what you're doing, are you crazy and mad?
your son is the boy here- thinking he's bad.
Jack D, H.
 Topic: The view from My Room.
The view from My Room.  [message #72687] Wed, 01 March 2017 15:18
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THE VIEW FROM MY ROOM.
Hmm, the view from my room I - wish;
in yonder Café there were two dishes;
One I ate, and one I met.
The one I met, fulfilled my wishes.

I walked, and took a table there;
the sounds of evening everywhere
And then he came, my friend to be;
he sat down naturally next to me.

The boy Venetian, not like me;
began to chat, so pleasantly.
His olive skin, beyond compare;
I could not bear to look elsewhere.

We ordered wine to suit the food;
the music complements the mood.
Our eyes entwined. like roots of vine;
Then I was his, and he was mine.
Jack D.H.

[Updated on: Wed, 01 March 2017 15:42]

 Topic: Boys With Puppies.
Boys With Puppies.  [message #72682] Tue, 28 February 2017 19:19
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Blessed are the boys who have puppies this night;
you'll not find a cuter sight, try as you might.
So special a friendship, loyal and true;
so typically boyish, bluer than blue.

Matched by their charms, so vulnerable see?
meant not to touch, not to hold

The boy is the minder the lead holder and Master;
but the dog fully grown, will protect the hereafter.
Watching his back for villains and woes;
keeping the boy safe , wherever he goes.

Left all alone as the boy goes to school;
but that's how it is, with the Golden Rule.
Boys must behave, and puppies must too;
but when they're alone, there's nothing they can't do.

When the boy's a bit older, and puppy has grown;
they can roam across hillsides, far from home.
Exploring their World over moorlands to the sea;
"But don't forget" Mum says", Be home for tea".
JACK D.H.
 Topic: Another Cute Boy
Another Cute Boy  [message #72679] Tue, 28 February 2017 01:34
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Another boy in the YumYum tree;

If we're very lucky he'll join you and me.

The prettiest boy in all the land;

I hope he's not hurt when he comes to land.


With pretty blue eyes, and perfect teeth;

I love that hoodie top, but what's underneath?

I love his hair, and lovely complexion;

he's the latest thing, in boyhood perfection.

Jack x
 Topic: A different kind of story.
A different kind of story.  [message #72662] Sun, 26 February 2017 19:54
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This is a review of a book published on another site (GA), it is perhaps not a story that would fit in here. Being about two young men rather than teenagers - unless you count the twink getting fucked in the first chapter!

Ryan's life is simple and uncomplicated, despite the fact that he earns a living as a gay porn actor. When fellow actor Erik recruits Ryan for a new porn movie, Ryan reluctantly agrees. The lines between reality and make-believe quickly blur as their on screen chemistry moves off screen, and Ryan and Erik are left trying to decipher what is real. That is the introduction to a newly published book.

It's refreshing and interesting to read a book which has a different subject matter and unusual setting. Nothing matches that description more closely than Between the Push and Pull by Hudson Bartholomew. Whilst it is difficult to get to know the protagonists, especially given Ryan's predilection for anonymity, epitomised by a deportment which consists of minimalist conversation, we do over time eventually get to know a little about him. His character progresses in depth as the relationship between him and Erik progresses, both on and off screen.

As you might expect in a story centred in the world of online pornography, there are some hot graphic scenes of sex. Perhaps these on stage performances are made even more real by the feelings that seem to be developing between the two lead actors.

The book is being published one chapter a week, and at the time of writing this we are nine chapters and almost 30k words into the story.
If you want to catch up and read this very entertaining book, then here is the link:
https://www.gayauthors.org/story/hudson-bartholomew/betweent hepushandpull

(Reviewer's note: this is a novel about the porn industry, it is not a porno novel)
 Topic: Some Thoughts on Grief.
Some Thoughts on Grief.  [message #72601] Tue, 21 February 2017 18:28
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I did give some thought to not releasing this, for two reasons.
1. Perhaps I have said or posted too much here already, and perhaps you need a rest from me for a while.
3. The poem shows a little of how it was to loose so many 'Close and loved ones' and how I began to deal with it. And that perhaps
it should stay within myself or my immediate circle. But I also decided after Mum died, that the carpet was lumpy enough, without sweeping anything else
beneath it. I also know that they never really leave us completely. They just visit when we think and remember certain times with them. Awake or not.

And if this can help anyone along their own journey of Grief, then it is here for them. As am I.
So here is Some Thoughts on Grief.


There's an often used phrase, I'd like to tell,
And it sometimes suits me rather well.
If you love someone but can't let go, then set them free.
And if love's 'two-way - they'll return to me.

But what can I say now my family's gone? - leaving me alone to carry on.
Perhaps they're still with me, in my mind and heart,
Then why won't this awful grief depart?
The bottomless sorrow tearing my life apart.
Frustrating all attempts to restart.

Perhaps it's time to say "Goodbye".
Though I can't always understand why,
Perhaps if I say "Adieu", then I'll always remember, all of you.

I do know that Grief's there, to remind us someone's gone,
But with so much grief,
I don't know which grief is for which one.

So if I say "I let you go", this time you won't return - I know.
And having said "Goodbye" and "Adieu",
Then why does the pain and sorrow just renew.

Eight loved ones missing from Roll Call,
In ten short years, a heavy toll.
Two Aunts, a Brother, and a Sister too,
My Dad then Mum; and both dogs - two.
If questioned why dogs are also in there,
The love from Ben and Luci are beyond compare.

It's hard to say "Goodbye" and "Adieu",
To those dogs who as only few can know,
Have enriched and saved me so.
But to say "Goodbye" in my own way,
Means they'll forever and together play.

But for Mum and Dad I know,
"Goodbye" and "Adieu" are the hardest call.
My childhood from you - progressive, idyllic; and always new.
Dad never laid a finger on me I know,
And later, Mum's fingers came through the window.

Some say it takes a while to reconcile grief,
Then why does it take so long, for us to start feeling relief?
But in my mind I guess I know; that the pain may never go.
Deep in my heart I also know, this is where memories of them [will] go.


As I travel this road alone, I wonder who to turn to.
But there are also fellow travellers who, will also have their loneliness too.
And as I wonder how to carry on, I know I'm not the only one.
Who's had to say their own "Adieu", to someone special just like You.

In the depths of night I cry alone, yet that's alright as I'm at home.
But during the day, with people there - Some stop to wonder why - and want to care.
But I can't explain they cannot see,
There's so much missing, out of me.

Now recently my friends you see, invite me home, and call me "Family".
This means so much, I cannot tell, but upon this grief I must not dwell.
There's something else I know so well,
"You carry on and do your best" - a phrase Mum and Dad would use, above the rest.

Finally, in all this sorrow and amiss, I want to tell the reader this,
In the darkest hours of time alone, I could never leap to the Great Un-known.
Because instead of "Goodbye" and "Adieu", I'd rather say "Hello"- to all of you.
And while Jack needs time to re-new perhaps he's been remote from you.
But with 2013 coming through - he still has lots of work yet to do.

Although so many are no longer around, The Great Circle of Life still goes round,
As so many new loved-ones; now us surround;
There's Great Nephews Conal, Noah and Acer to be found;
and perhaps my God-son Riley will come round.
By Jack D. H.
 Topic: Day-dreaming Again
Day-dreaming Again  [message #72595] Tue, 21 February 2017 06:14
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The beautiful boy sits on the warm grass daydreaming, as boys do, in a stolen moment
during Games period. Softened by a September shower, the scent of grass fills the boy's
nose, and captures his boyish thoughts. Now in the harness of his regulation sports kit.
With Summer holidays over, Thomas yearns to be back by the sea; safe, with his Uncle
and dog. Free to run wild with the sand between his little toes.
A German Shepherd bouncing around the boy; huge red tongue lolling over pure white
spiky teeth.

The two best friends run wild through countless Summer days, as Uncle looks on.
A completely happy man. No Treaty made in Heaven or on Earth, could ever match this
Trinity of equals; faithful unto death.

On that last Summer evening, as they sat in the garden, the boy and the dog sat on the
floor, each beside Uncle's armchair. The boy leaned with his head on uncle's right knee.
The dog mirrors the boy to the left.
The man counting his blessings, well aware how lucky he is; but eaqually aware of the
immanent new School Term. The lump in his throat growing now.
The boi, thinking of the journey back to Prep-School with the other noisy boys,
all in traditional uniform. Young Thomas, losing his fight with the tears;
as he would on the train. The German Shepherd, ears both fully erect, looks from man
to boy and back to man; and he senses that something is wrong. No more a giggling boy,
no longer a laughing happy man. The dog squeaks and whines.

All of these thoughts re-visit the boy in this moment, out on the playing field.
A Grounds man called Thomas, thinks that he spots a boy from his tractor, whilst mowing. Each time he passes the spot, he knows something is wrong.
The boy is sad and deep in thought. The Grounds man remembers that day so long ago, when a man showed concern and attention so long ago. He was daydreaming again.
Jack D.H.

I must add here the photo attached is not my property; and will accept it's removal.

[Updated on: Tue, 21 February 2017 06:23]

 Topic: Oh That Awful Homework
Oh That Awful Homework  [message #72563] Wed, 15 February 2017 13:07
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OH, THAT HOMEWORK.
There's now't so queer, as a boy with a beer,
when he's eating his homework for tea.
His Mum's thrown a wobbler, coz his shoe's at the Cobbler,
and the boy just giggles HeHe.

But come Monday morning, with whacking day dawning,
the teacher stood there with his tawse.
Then the boy without work done, felt a twinge in his left bun,
His thought gave a moment of pause.

He entered the class, did the boy with no pass,
and resigned, he accepted his fate.
The teacher went mental, with arm regimental,
he whacked till the lesson was late.

So the moral is clear, "Boys don't drink that beer,
and don't eat your homework at night.
Or you'll get the same, with no-one to blame,
so study to get those sums right.

And later in life, when the boy took a wife.
and she'd blast him for chores that he'd shirk.
She nagged and she cursed, till his eardrums burst,
and the boy thought "I'm safer at work".
Jack D.H.
 Topic: The little Cat Charmer.
The little Cat Charmer.  [message #72556] Mon, 13 February 2017 17:15
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A photo I have(not mine), shows a little barefoot boy sat on door steps playing his whistle/flute.
Before him, a young cat sits, apparently bewitched by the boy's music.

The little cat charmer.

The boy played his mystic tune;
then every cat around came soon.
They sat around him patient there;
without the movement of a hair.

Then one by one they joined the boy;
with meow and purr, they sang for joy.
And so as life in France moved on;
here sits the Cat Charmer, from Lyon.
By Jack DH.
 Topic: My Giggling Boy.
My Giggling Boy.  [message #72543] Sat, 11 February 2017 05:58
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My Giggling boy lives here with me;
he fell straight from the Yumyum Tree.
We sit all night on our settee;
my Giggling boy and me.

His schooldays are a trial for me;
I wander round till half past three.
I yearn for his return to me;
my giggling boy, Rileey.... (MIS-SPELLED TO MAKE IT RHYME).

He swings his bag without a care;
the books and pens fly everywhere.
He raids the fridge and cuboards bare;
but my giggling boy sits down to share.

I wouldn't change a single day;
this daily drama in any way.
My Giggling boy sits close to me;
and watching hours of live TV.

But just before it gets too dark;
we take the dog unto the park.
Having watched my giggling boy and Jack; (My 3rd German Shepherd).
I realise there's no coming back.

And though your boyish love for me;
will change one day, it's meant to be.
The man inside, you'll one day be;
will free you from the Yumyum tree.
My giggling boy - you'll see.

But now I'm turning 83, my Giggling boy looks after me.
He makes my tea, thank you Rileey.... (MIS-SPELLED TO MAKE IT RHYME).
and then he has to leave you see;
To a pretty wife and Giggling Boys, three.

For my Godson Riley,

Jack
 Topic: Searching for Granddad.
Searching for Granddad.  [message #72535] Fri, 10 February 2017 10:43
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKb0zZc3ubs

This video should be renamed 'Searching for Granddad'. One rainy afternoon, at Granddad's house,, two little brothers

exploring in the attic find Granddad's old uniform and things from the war. As the storm moves in with thunder and

lightening, rain hits skylight and roof the youngest becomes afraid and big brother cuddles him.

The boys drift off to sleep and they dream that THEY are in the same battle for the beaches of Nornamdy-1944;

experienced by Granddad.
They fear that if he is killed in the action before they can find him, then Space and Time will be different, and

they won't be born. Just at the last minute, all is well. Grandma and Granddad hear the boys calling out in their

dream, and finds them, just in time. Granddad removes his old helmet from the boy, as sign that he also rejects the

need for wars. (We can make our own History).
Jack.
 Topic: DADDY DON'T YOU WORRY.
DADDY DON'T YOU WORRY.  [message #72532] Thu, 09 February 2017 14:22
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CHORUS.
Daddy don't you worry, Daddy do not fear,
just have another beer, to make them disappear.
You've had another nightmare, a dream that's all too real,
But beating up your children, must one day lose appeal.
Oh Daddy- do you even care?...

VERSE 1.
It's 10 o clock in the morning, and the school bus has long gone,
You never got us up again, that's why our ma's long gone.
With bills and letters piling up, your day ain't even started,
And no-one does the washing up,
That stopped when you and Momma parted.

CHORUS.
Daddy don't you worry, Daddy do not fear,
just have another beer, to make them- disappear.
You've had another nightmare, a dream that's all too real,
But beating up your children, must one day lose appeal.

VERSE 2.
We understand Daddy when things get - too much,
You want to strike out, but at no one as such.
And when little bother bob won't go to sleep,
You threaten him with things that ain't Bo Peep.
Oh Daddy- do you even care?...

VERSE 3.
Oh Daddy can't you wake up please,
They're coming for us; and that ain't no tease.
They're coming at 12 with a warrant for you,
I hope the new place has a different view.

END CHORUS.
Daddy don't you worry, Daddy do not fear,
just have another beer, to make them disappear.
You've had another nightmare, a dream that's all too real,
But beating up your children, must one day lose appeal.
Oh Daddy are you even aware? -
Oh and Daddy do you even care?... FADING
By Jack D. Harrison
 Topic: The Book of Aric by Doc Sawzall
The Book of Aric by Doc Sawzall  [message #72529] Thu, 09 February 2017 09:17
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The good doc is a new author to me, and his tale of mid-teen puberty is a great delight. I think its set in the eighties. His boys understand their problems in a way that we of the 50s never did. His boys have things that other boys dont get to see, in a way that open showers didn't hide from us either. So, it's a fascinating romp through a puberty as alien as the title had made me assume, sorry Doc.

If you like your boys lust driven and worried at the thought of anyone knowing... this one is for you.
 Topic: Space Ship Boys by Erik Ritler.
Space Ship Boys by Erik Ritler.  [message #72525] Wed, 08 February 2017 08:33
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https://i1.wp.com/www.wolfsnest.n40c.net/ErikR/Files/spaceshipboys.jpg
Space Ship Boys by Erik Ritler.

The story tells what happens after the sirens sound for real it is not a practice drill this is it, the evacuation is on. Earth is dying, and those who can, those who are accepted, find a place on one of the massive space ships that have been prepared waiting ready for this day.

Devon and his friends, along with most of the high school boys end up on EV5995 starting an 18 year voyage at near light speed to find a new planet. What follows is a vivid description of coming to terms with life onboard a huge biosphere shared with 5000 other boys. And coming to terms with who they are themselves, how will they live in a world with only boys!

There is intrigue and romance, joy and sadness. The characters are very real and each have their own personality, they are brilliantly written and you will fall in love with them. You will laugh and you will cry along the way.

These are all teenagers, Devon is 17, there is plenty of sex, but that is just one part of their lives, and one part of the story. There are some interesting observations about how life onboard works, and detailed descriptions of the biosphere and how it functions. The story is very well researched, and very well written. The author writes notes with each chapter, setting a particular piece of music to parts or the whole of a chapter. He explains how certain bits came to be written.

It is not often I would recommend a book that is unfinished, but I loved this story and became very attached to the boys. Chapters 1 to 15 are themselves a complete book, which finishes appropriately, but nevertheless does not resolve everything going on in the plot. The story continues with another seven chapters which really do take things forward and develop the story. The final published chapter is a bit of a cliff hanger and that unfortunately is where it ends.

I should mention Devon the principal character becomes a cook onboard, and that results in some interesting recipes. Charlie a very close friend gets to work on manufacturing clothes, and this starts with what seems like the easiest place to start underpants!

I don't think that the author intentionally left the story in mid-air, but rather that something happened to prevent him continuing. Don't be put off by it being unfinished you will live every moment and the boys will become your close friends!

http://www.wolfsnest.n40c.net/ErikR/ssb_main.html
 Topic: Dakota, Dakota
Dakota, Dakota  [message #72524] Wed, 08 February 2017 05:25
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DAKOTA, DAKOTA
VERSE 1.
Oh Dakota, Dakota, where do I start?
I'll write you a song, though we're so far apart.
I'm filled with compassion and honoured to know you;
Your poor teenage heart is all battered and blue.
CHORUS.
But here is my hand for you, something all fresh and new,
something to hold, when your troubles are through.
I give you my ears right there, for whatever you have to share.
If you want me to be your friend, I am right there.
VERSE 2.
And all opened up right here, your teenage life I fear.
all of the heartache, your troubles and pain.
I wish I could help you, support you and guide you.
To build a new future, to go on anew.
VERSE 3.
And so in these last few lines, Thinking of happier times.
How can I help you to start out anew?
The answer is in ya Dakota Dakota,
And you're not alone now your friends are all here and waiting for you.
CHORUS.
So here are our hands for you, something all fresh and new,
something to hold, when the going gets tough.
I give you my ears right there, for whatever you have to share.
If you want me to be your friend, I am right there.
VERSE 4.
Dakota, Dakota, I wrote these song for ya,
I want it to help you in moving along.
Remember what friends are for, Forget that, which happened before.
Your Ma and your Pa will help keep you strong.
And think of the future when you hear this song.
In memory of Dakota RIP.
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