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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 21st – The Corner Where the Wind Recites Salt
April 21st is not before.
It is not after.
It is the day that stands sideways
to the rest of the month,
a hinge with no door,
a moment that refuses
to belong to time at all.It hovers.
It waits.
It breathes in a rhythm
that does not match the world’s pulse.Around the c…Read More
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Some times
There are times when things should be said
Things should be done
It is met with silenceThen there are times things are done
Without thought
AutomaticallySometimes things are said because it is felt
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held backBut there is a sometimes
That trust is broken
A wound never…Read More1 Comment -
Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Chère F.,
Love it that you post more often.
And I read all of them.My favorite sentence in this poem is:
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back
Wish I had thought of that. It tells me that I can’t possibly control everything. A comforting thought!
I hope your Tuesday will be happy and full of inspiration.
Warm greetings, Gus -
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No way! You gotta have hope always!
Old story: There were two boys, one was a pessimist and the other an optimist. They were both put in a barn full of horse crap for a day. At the end of the day, the old man opened the door to see how the boys were doing. The pessimist was far back in the corner, on his tiptoes, complaining about all the shit and the smell. While the optimist was crouched down, frantically flinging the horse crap all over the place. The man asked that boy what was he doing. The boy said “With all this fresh horse shit, there’s gotta be a pony in here somewhere!
But anyway, your write is on point with many of the days for us all. An accurate description of the struggle for basic sanity, at least!
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXIV
You grab my hand, lead
me onto the floor, spin me
into your embrace, and sway
us into the music.The music slows, you pull me
closer, our bodies feel the warmth
of the rhythm and the natural passion
of bump and grind. It’s anolder tune we are dancing
to, one that held us in our
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Brandon Houser wrote a new post
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The fifth stanza was it for me. I the hopeful questions to get the right answer. Very good and sultry
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PAR, the wind carries many poems of salt and yes, often they go unheard or undeeded, which is of course a shame,cause if they did find ears that hear, our world would be a more joyful place. But, what might be even worse is something that Bruce Springsteen wrote in a song (“Jungle Land”), “and the poets down here write nothing at all, they just…Read More