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I am no doctor, no laywer, no architect
no teacher, no painter, no designer
no psychologist, no musician, no writer
I'm just a simple guy
trying to be famous
in an infamous world
where everytime everything is open for everyone
except me.

And I fear
I will be left back
while all others drive along their ways
they've found in their lives
and I wonder
if I couldn't be one of them
driving along a simple route
enjoying to view outside
glad that I am.
  Sep 2014 Christopher K Bayliss
Helen
As you know, over the last couple of days, I've posted some about plagiarism and stolen poetry.
Plagiarism is a disgusting practice. It undermines the whole art of writing, be it novelic or poetic or any other kind of writing where the author has pieced together words that are their own. To copy and paste and present as your own is sinful and most colleges and universities (and the whole literary world) takes a dim view of it.
So, this is one simple tip, in the age of the Internet, to ensure your work is not claimed by some... wannabe!
Take a line from one of your poems, just one line (the more obscure the better) open google and go to the advanced search. Paste that line into where it says 'search for exact phrase' and review the matches. It will show exactly where on the Internet is has been posted or shared and you can check out whether you have been acknowledged or not. I've had poems shared on the WWW and have been happy to be acknowledged but have also found sone unauthorised (posted in the name of others) where I have made it known they breached copyright...
Take care of your writing my friends... it's the one true part of you :)
a public service announcement
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*Losing ping of my mind,
I can't paint my future
days those were glisten
that grows frustration in me,
high hopes may not reach
sunshine that blinks on
the innocent face,
I who responsible for her future
I try to rescue herself
and seem confuse,
If I can be a sailor
I will cross this shadow ocean
Sometimes silence and
darkness make me thunder,
time out of mind and
become unreachable
to the destination
and I can't say her future.

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@Musfiq us shaleheen
Sometimes life may be more complex due to various hazards that we called fate when our mind become out of control loss its ability.
The Magic is.

It,s a short way from there to here
it is getting cool outside
and that man in that long coat is smoking a cigarette
I must cut the grass before winter
comes on
so I open the door
and my house fell down
see all the mice run
and that man in the coat
has now gone
and
that
is
THE
Magic
of
MADness.
Now go and have some dreams of your own

P@ul.
She's dead,
The one who loved me and gave me care.
She held me in her arms when safety was rare.

She's gone.
All my hopes drained. She was my everything and kept me maintained.

She'll never come back.
She was my everything, put me in front of her.
She was all I had, forever.

She's no more.
My life has ended, has no meaning?
I'll have no peace, no reasoning.

I Love her.
My mother's dead, she always made my day. Now she's gone,
I have no more to say.
Just another one of my old works
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