When I email people sometimes they do not recieve them. What am I doing wrong or is it with my server?

Sometimes my mail does not go through even though it says it was sent. Why is that?

When I email people sometimes they do not recieve them. What am I doing wrong or is it with my server?
Yahoo is still having some problems at the moment. Suggested cures range from Update Adobe Flash Player and Java script to clear IE7 cache, cookies, and browsing history. Different things seem to work for different people. It's causing attachments to not show, 999 errors where it won't let you do a particular action and some people cannot send receive delete or move mail. It's not just Vista either it's happening to some of us on XP. I have been advised to use this site to view my mail, www.mail2web.com if all else fails go back to classic mail via this link. http://us.mg1.mail.yahoo.com/dc/optout?s... click yes when asked do you want to opt out. Hope this helps.
Reply:On my computer, if a message doesn't "go", it tells me that the message was not sent. Check your "sent" mail file to be sure it "went". Maybe whoever you're emailing is denying it or doesn't want to admit receiving it. Look for "message sent" to be sure it went out.Sometimes if something doesn't go, it will say it was sent, but later you will get a message in your inbox saying there was a problem and it actually didn't go anywhere.
Reply:Check your Sent Mail box to ensure they really have gone. Check their email address to make sure it is correct - even a full-stop in the wrong place can send it off to heaven knows where. Failing that get onto your provider and tell them what is happening.
Reply:if u get this everything is ok now





JUST IMAGINE CAN YOU ONE





Sitting under an apple tree


Throwing pebbles at sea,


And when she makes me cry,


She actually helps me and makes me try.





When she curses you see,


It is good,she actually nurses me,


And when its all her perspiration,


Friends, for me its only inspiration.





Then I realise how we learn from human face,


And know all about the human race,


And when we know more and more,


Humanity only, benefits ,all for sure.





We are at answers of all Yahoo Q's,


Each failure is like a step for me,


And it helps me go up, step up the ladder,


Then I come up with,if nothing else,


Something you may call poetry,I confess.





Alas its a


Love game, this life,


Full of curiousity and strife,


Yet without the misery,


There could be no comparitive story.


So


Logically,





Between,





Astrology,





Biology,





Pathology,





Geology,





Numerology,





and what have you,





Mythology.








THE best outcome of all life is





POETRY,





Should we not,rename it as





Poetology?








OH MY LOVING GOD! TWO





Intellectual are my generations'beings,





Greatest curse on present day progeny,





Officious,malicious and mercenary,





Cruel,lascivious,a class of humanity.





This planet they call, a global village





Pray have some sense of privilege,





And upon the pedestal of man's remains





I say,do not make indellible domains,





Of time and space,yet to traverse.





Make not this planet an aliens'retreat,





A symbol of monumental defeat.





Our vision should not blind us,





Our ego should not devour us,





And leave our remains on a river bed,





But make for us a heavenly pedestal, instead.








Just Remember THREE


Rememember that, me is, a girl in me;





we cannot make up our mind,





As hormones play havoc,





When we're in the bind.





We have to still show,love to u we owe,





Or else you won't know,how our hearts' glow,





When we're out and the world is ours,





It is then our better half is yours.





My love, my dear,at that blueish phase endure,





My hand is still there,my touch is yours,





Your smiles are my loving possession,





Your presence is my very own passion.





For ever for me a heart throb,for all years,





I live with yee,remember this will thee.

















Priceless Treasure FOUR





I am on the edge of the threshold ,with desire





Where can we alone in this wilderness meet,





As the air perfumes fill my nostrils with love,





As if holding your hands in my dreams,





A one time fantasy, a breath from yonder,





I pick you up, up in the air,





No one ever thought that such would happen,





Until your hands,felt my hands,








Desire spilled from my very being,





Nothing remained but my moisty hands,





As I smelt my palms,your face came up,





From nowhere,as a spring of emotion rose





At once I saw you in front of my eyes emerging,





As if from no where,as you know





It was then that Irealised,





It was u,Dear ROSE.








I AM FIVE





Since I am the cynosure of your eyes,





I am what for many a one cries,





I am your hearts' throb,





Your very very and very own breath ,





Your very blood and sweat,





Your true and very much your vision,





I am what you want me to be ,





A river,a stone, a monument,





Or a real lover at sea.





I am what I am as you already know,





What else you want from me ?





For I am what I am,as far as you





And god, my love can see.





Hope now you will my sole,'heart'





Love, really and truly love me.








Our Apple Tree SIX





Long, long ago my friend did u know ,





The only tree that the we inherited was ,





An apple tree, as it did then,as it does now,





Depicts fruitfullness and human seeds ,





That grow from generation to generation,





And that message did we get and give,





To generation after genaration, humanity,





And today





We are the products of that hidden secret ,





We call,u know what ever it be.





Sitting beneath the apple tree,





Einstein saw the world's most secret vision,





A falling apple to the ground and later





Scientifically,





He created his theory of Relativity.





As he enjoyed the sweetness of the breeze ,





Sitting under the Apple tree,





He created a science, which today is knowledge,





All just sitting below an apple tree.














Unsound Mind SEVEN


do it just as u wanna do


thats fair,


hold the knife and turn him aroud,


thats what u should do,


imperfect folks who accept imperfection


only r perfect but alas,


Just doing what I must do


like one means an affair,


do what u do but do it right,


also take a second chance opinion,


do not rust but only trust,


urself in all situations


that only should be ur intention.


hope it helps u.