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my son is buying the new Xbox one and I still have the Xbox 360, Can I still speak to him via the cam on his Xbox one regardless that I still have the older version of Xbox 360

I have had to change my xbox features as I wanted to use the europe server. but have come up with a small problem, I want to move the points from one player to the new one I set up. Does anyone know how this can be done, I have tried to delete just the unwanted player, but it has taken the points with it. Also how can I change the email address I used with the new player so that I can use the excisting player I have set up for europe. Thanks for you help in advance

I need to add as european account to my Xbox, but can only find American States on my Xbox

My Ex wife moved over to England to work as a doctor, I have just found out that she has not paid her income and habitation tax going back since 2002 when she was still living in France. I have the income tax people at my door demanding money. I am a handicapped person with only a limited amount of money and can not afford to pay such a large some. Has any one any idea how I can get this woman to pay her dues and get the income tax off my hands, Thanks you all in advacne

I feel so lost with out you

I wake in the morning to find you had gone

I looked every where, even sang your favorite song

Just to hear you giggle and laugh as we you used to do

But alas my darling although I tried, I couldn’t find you

I walked the empty streets at night just as we used to

In the hope of catching just a tiny glimpse of you

But no where were you to be found in this lonely place

I sit on the floor so cold with the wind and tears in my face

Four hours I sat at home with my thoughts just waiting

To hear once again the gate do it’s grind and grating

But the sound never came although my ear’s strained hard

My body shook as I fell into tears at my broken heart

But then I remembered you were never coming back

I followed your coffin along that long solitary weary track

I sadly laid you to rest alone in that dark hallowed ground

Crying along with the all the people that stood around

I walked in the morning to that lonely and secluded place

I stood remembering you, a woman with air and grace

How I long to have you standing with me out from the dirty hole

I wasn’t with you for your last dying breath, so you I could hold

But your last breath was many miles away from me

You left me torn, shattered with tears and hurt as you can see

I lay upon the wet grassy floor just to feel closer to you

A gun to my head pull the trigger quick now I always be with you

Peter Houghton 06/05.08

If I could compare you

If I could compare you

I would compare you to a summer breeze

That starts at my head and ends around my knees

You’d wrap me up in your summer warmth

Keeping me in comfort just as I been joyfully born

If I could compare you

I would compare you as winters go

You would cover my world in virgin white snow

To see such wonder would never be boring

To sleep the night only to see you again I the morning

If I could compare you

I would compare you to an autumn leaf

Its soft golden colour is beautiful and far beyond belief

I’d this home carefully and place it in a book

And when I feel so lonely, I’d open you up just to take a look

If I could compare you

I would compare you to the fresh smell of spring

You would capture my soul and my heart unlike any thing

I would help you watch the flowers grow

Then take the feeling with me all the way home

Peter Houghton 04/05/08

The night tree song

Oh night tree with your branches rising high

Lift your silent yet beautiful voice high in the sky

Tell the world what wonders and sadness you have seen

Even though you are just a tree

But I’m not just a tree or an image you see, it softly sung

I’m here in the night and when another day has begun

I offer fruit for the hungry, beauty and shade from with in

When the heat of the afternoon sun’s just beginning

Oh night tree with your beauty and the strength you hide

How many people never look at you, but just pass by

Do they notice how old, intelligent and strong you are

For I know how deep the beauty lies silently with in you by far

So my night tree song sing for me, please let me hear

The wonders of the world you have seen in good and fear

Sing me a lullaby that will send me off a sleeping

As I rest in your branches through the night for your keeping

Peter Houghton 02.06.08 France

My darling

Good morning, good morning my love

I sing so sweetly from the clouds above

High in the sky on a beautiful white dove

singing songs to you, the words are of love.

The day grows long but it does not end

Flowers, roses and my heartto you I send

I'm still flying high amongst the stars

With your love burnt into my heart.

The dove settles down upon the ground

The trees, the flowers all around

In the distance I see a face

It's you stand there in our favourite place

Out lips caress, our arms entwine

now I know that you are mine

forever and a day our love will grow

I want to shout to the world, I love you so

WILL YOU COME HOME

Time goes by so slowly now, so I phoned you for a reason.

I’ll make it clear as you will see, I’ve gone through all seasons.

With out you by my side, I have this burning question I just have to ask.

I can’t stand these tears no longer and the pain goes slowly past.

(Chorus)

Darling I ask you, will you come home, my lover will you come home.

Darling I need you, to feel you so I’d love you to come home.

Since you left, my life has been so lonely, so empty since you left me on that day.

With hand on heart I can only say the only thing I miss is you each and every day.

I need to feel your arms around me, your lips on mine, holding me so close.

Now I feel so helpless I don’t know what to do, I need you more and more.

(Chorus)

Remember the wonderful days when together we would laugh, cry and love.

How we would walk and talk for hours, then make love under the stars above.

Those were the happiest days one can remember of my entire but now loveless life.

I wrote this when I was 12 years old. I am amazed at its content but not of it’s subject, what do you think?

For a day I spoke to love, love told me such wonderful things about how people feel when they are in love.

Love told me that there was a wonderful world of emotions that twisted your insides making you feel like a person happy to be a live.

Love told me about the feeling of being wanted, cherished and nurtured and how the feeling can set your heart racing, filling it with joy and happiness.

I was so impressed with what love was saying, I asked if I was possible for me to have some, With glee it was offered to me, but what did not tell me, was that love can also be a nightmare.

Yes, I have the emotion, but it’s been twisted, screwed, tortured and burnt through jealously and selfishness. It’s been undermined, battered and least of all stamped on by a giant foot.

I walked up to a weeping willow and asked him his name?

You know my name my friend it is always the same

I asked him why his branches fall down into cold rushing water?

He replied. It’s not just water It’s the tear of people who falter

I walked up to an oak tree and asked him his name?

Thousands upon thousands of years it’s always been the same

I asked the Oak tree, why he was so big and fat with braches oh so long?

He replied, There to catch the minute music from all the churches praising song

I walked up to a Pine tree and asked him his name?

For years and years it’s always been the same

I asked the pine tree, why his tree was so beautiful yet painful to touch?

He replied, the devil makes beautiful things, but in the end the pain is jut to much

Dedicated and Inspired by Sarah R.

We live in a world of nothing but concrete, glass and stone,

Slowly opening the door to our two up two down tiny little home,

For this was not the case many years ago, before the world did change,

We knew nothing of the world of tall buildings, currencies and exchange,

We lived in huts made out of wood and bracken for the roof,

We walked for miles or if by chance, would be taken by horses hoof,

For many a mile in sky or land we would see the nature all around,

Not big blocks where people work, that shuns the sun from warming the ground,

We could see the Eagles fly the rabbit run a wild to the forest where he can conceal,

Away from the eyes of the hungry Eagle who is desperately seeking a meal,

In the city all we see are hungry seagulls fighting to eat from dirty bins

Not once do we see nature at it’s best, just the noise of city life, forever an awful din

The waterfall

One day when I was walking, I heard a wonderful sound

But unknown where it was coming from as it was all around

I listened to it very carefully and pin-pointed the real source

Then gently walked towards it, I looked in wonder; it was a waterfall

At first it sounded like a piccolo, a violin and a harp

The rhythm softy sweeping, kept in time with my beating heart

As I walked along the edge, the music suddenly changed its’ tune

The beat in me grew faster like a trumpet loudly playing some romantic blues

The water ran much faster, I had trouble keeping up the pace

The sound of a drummer, a guitar and a bass were leading this fruitful race

At last I got to the waterfalls’ edge and much to my surprise

An orchestra was playing there right before my eyes

There were trumpets, trombones, violins, more than I could see with music all around

What was yet to come, the crescendo, the cymbals and drums gave a crashing sound

A waterfall is not a thing that just crashes to the ground

Listen to the music it makes not only in the air, but deep inside of you, even all around.

Peter Houghton 13/02/2008

Shhh

Shhh, listen can you hear the wind blowing through the trees?

If you watch even closer you can watch the dancing leaves,

If you listen very carefully you can hear their joyful song,

Their songs will never end as they sing softly all year long,

Shhh listen can you hear the sound of the sea its wave lapping at the shore?

Just like a symphony who loves to play, playing louder more and more,

At times the raging sea like a well rehearsed crescendo,

The drum banging down hard on the sand; after a time it begins to mellow,

Shhh listen can you hear the Robin claiming the right to his very own space?

His song so sweet to attract his mate, to continue their own special race,

A Robins song is one of beauty, like love flowing gently through the air

The song continues forever, his mate appears and there song, so fair

Shhh listen can you hear that noise, so far but yet so near?

It’s the start of a water fall that flows softly, like a melody to your ear.

It starts like a whistle, a violin,

The waterfall

One day when I was walking, I heard a wonderful sound

But unknown where it was coming from as it was all around

I listened to it very carefully and pin pointed the real source

Then gently walked towards it, I looked in wonder, it was a waterfall

At first it sounded like a piccolo, a violin and a harp

The rhythm softy sweeping, kept in time with my beating heart

As I walk along the edge, the music suddenly changed it’s tune

The beat in me grew faster like a trumpet loudly playing some romantic blues

The water ran much faster, I had trouble keeping up the pace

The sound of a drummer, a guitar and a bass were leading this fruitful race

At last I got to the waterfalls edge and much to my surprise

An orchestra was playing there right before my eyes

There were trumpets, trombones, violins, more than I could see with music all around

What was yet to come, the crescendo, the cymbals and drums gave a crashing sound

A waterfall is not a thing that just crashes to the ground

The moon, The Stars, The Sun

The moon aglow so high up above,

Looking down on the world with its’ tender love,

Its’ silver rays caress our world,

It’s there for us, as it follows us home,

It never asks us for anything, through the night,

Just to wonder at the beautiful sight.

Oh night of darkness, sky full of stars,

Put your elegant diamonds in everyone’s heart,

For it is said that the sky is full of twinkles,

For lover to play and comfort of the singles

They never ask anything throughout the night,

Just that we marvel at the wondrous sight.

The moon sometimes never shines, but silently hides away

To show us all in a wondrous look of the heavens all ablaze.

The sparkling diamonds we forever call stars

Come alive and brighter as the times gently pass.

The lights from heaven are in a world of their own.

The ships that charter their course by stars, arrive safely home

But they ask for nothing just being there,

Just to gaze now and then and thank them with a prayer.

The sun its’ warm

Someone suggested that I am living in the past, to them I thank as it inspired me to write the following. It came from the heart.

My forgiveness

My father, I forgive you, for the things that you have done

You treated me like a nothing instead of being a son

The world has taught me many things since I left home that day

And one of those is forgiveness in many different ways

I forgive you for the pain you offered to me, each and every day

I forgive you the hurt you caused the physical searing pain

But each day I walk the streets of my new home city

I think of how my life was then, it was such a pity

My father I forgive you, I know you did not pray

But should you be in heaven, thank God you’ve had your day

For God has taken pity on you, Just listen to what he has to say

Kneel before him, in the hope he hears you pray.

Pray for all the sins you have taken part and witnessed on earth beneath you,

For the abuse, the pain and suffering to all the children that you knew

Pray before God

Hi friends and other Q/A people. I had a violation for my poem called Dream or Reality. However I wrote back to the Yahoo Customer service as soon as I got the violation, this is what I wrote.

Dear Yahoo customer service.

I am some what unsure as to the warrant of having my poem for Q/A poetry being called a “violation”, re (a dream or reality) If you re-read the poem you will find there is a question in the title (A dream or reality?) but I missed out the question mark).

However a poem is not about getting answers, or setting questions, it does however create thought provoking responses; A book of poetry does not have question at the end of each poem, but lets the reader set there own questions and look for the answer with in the poem or within themselves.