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Read MoreLOVE SONNET XLV Your lips spit fire, yet taste like Chardonnay warmed by the heat of a poem written on a summer day. A natural red allows your words, a sensual touch and flavor as they caress my skin in a kaleidoscope of colors, each...
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Your comment, RomaJ, reads like the soft sound of “psithurism”. It is appreciated and I thank you for it!!
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Hi Ms Valuptas, I would not want your royal “whispering” (unholy or otherwise), sitting in a jail cell. How else would I receive such beautiful comments?
For most of the poetry I write, I add music. I think it adds to the feel and meaning of the poem. Sade’s song “Kiss of Life” was a really good fit for this poem. And yes, I am “foxy”… er… I mean… damn, did I say that out loud? Actually, more “wolfy” than “foxy”. But you know, wolfs can be sly too. ;0)
Anyway, sorry about the couch. THANK YOU for the comment, the visit, and for making my poem feel special!
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Read MoreI. Forged SilenceIn a furnace of patience,bronze becomes melted memory—ore drawn from dark veins,forged in the gorge of impermanence.Each hammerbeat molds intention;flame licks the cusp of silence.Metal softens toward surrender,its glow rehearsing stillness.Hands withdraw from the heat,letting the fire...
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Beautifully penned, S. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MorePETTING KITTY She purrs...enjoying the touch.She rises to meet the hand.You can see the want in her eyes.More! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Kisses and cuddles! The purringincreases in volume. A special momentof love between them. The hand feverishly strokes the...
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Yes, she is better than having a cat.
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Meow!
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🙂
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Most definitely better than having a cat.
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Read MoreAfterwardsWhen appetites were truly fedand all their needswere met, she turned to facethat now famoushigh backed leather chair of hers,where lust hassince been shed and rid and slaked so many times .. Although now, tis long redundant ..Yet here,...
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To die this contented. Lovely
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I am both blushing and truly honoured .. thank you so very much .. AGT’s Neville 😎
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Brilliant.
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Cheers 😎👍
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Passionately penned, Neville. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreI. Genesis of Ink (墨の創世) In the lull before meaning, I waited—paper pallid as forgotten horizon.No words dared their first footfall,no quill still believed in its spill. Silence rehearsed its own exhalation,a specter of half-formed thought.Ink, my pilgrim of persistence,stirred beneath...
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Brilliantly penned, S. The life of a writer and her adventures, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Libellule, this poem spoke to me to the depth of a quiet when the poem discovers itself as you write. The truly felt like a spiritual exploration of the words born out of silence. There is so much here that took me into the quiet to experience in a brief time how the muse awakened to a quiet space that felt like a butterfly to me hovering and feeling the resonance the Japanese poetry Basho felt in his famous haiku. But your poem took me even deeper into that soundless resonance that only a poet of your spirit that take the reader into.
John
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The imagery of “lips spit fire, yet taste like Chardonnay” is such a vivid paradox, and the way you connect her kiss to both a visual “kaleidoscope of colors” and the sound of “psithurism” is beautiful. It makes the experience truly multi-sensory. Beautifully penned.