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    War is hell, Hell is war

    In the grip of winterImpending dreadThe opposing army seized their homeFought them hard and with honorCritical madness All of his family slaughteredDisemboweledStillborn removedTorchedCharred remains He was the last survivorBarely endured the massacreRidden with diseaseSevered survivalGasping for airOn life support A vacant coffin...

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    An Auburn Aubade

    On the edge of your waking dreams  let me trace the sun rise upon your skin  this could be painting-by-numbers  but my only palette are tongue and fingers    I could lie here through hibernation  turning the dit.com sitcom to fade,  your head resting on my...

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    • Very clever wordage here. This is sensual and wry in its humor.

      Love the “lisp broken words”—-

      j.

      • Thank you J. I obviously wasn’t wearing my spectacles last night – it’s meant to be ‘dot.com’ not ‘dit.com’. mixing my vowels!

    • You’ve taken painting by numbers to a most sensual high. I don’t know that any man has ever succumbed to “negligee geography”, but hey, there’s a first time for everything. And what a way to go!

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    NAUGHT(Y)

    a gentleness - yet wild at timeswhen you come passing nearthe days shine bright, the sunis warm, your voice is soft an' dear a boyish charm, a whistling callof pipe an' heart-made drum, the art of music skips my feetyours, whistling - best...

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    • Music always skips my feet as does your beautiful poetry, my friend.
      j.

    • You can read me like a book, hj furl! Will willingly take your words and wear them as a medal or few! How d’you do!

    • I love the ancient feel to this. A poem with a naughty overtone but almost theatrical too. I like it and the way the words flow like a song.

      • Tim, you’ve left me words that make me smile, there’s nothing better than that, sir; ‘ancient’ I really like – as yet not into the modern but will get there, one day.

    • Nice quiet old worldly charm about this one.💋

    • ‘Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn’ and more. This made my bookshelf and me smile. I’m Welsh first, British second, but we must never forget the language of yore. The quill is mighty.

      • You might well be related to Dylan, your words echo and most certainly never forget the ‘language of yore’. Silence listens to the past and – usually nods in agreement. Thank for visiting.

        • To be candid, Dylan turned his back on his Welshness and so we look to his name sake RS Thomas as our nation laureate. I am so proud to say I am one of the few Welsh writers scribbling in English. My Dad was English. Sorry to bore you.

    • A very beautiful and tender poem, dear Emma! It makes me feel like a full moon night spent in raw wild nature…

    • What a wonderfully worded review, thank you and thank you again. Be happy, my friend.

    • Beautifully penned, Emma. Love the flow and your delivery. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • My word, this takes one back a bit .. those days of yore were summat else .. weren’t they .. so very nicely poemed. Neville

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