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Knight wrote a new post
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Fia Naturie posted in the group ”BACK TO POETRY BASICS”
Secret Ride (magic of Poetic Voice)
He came at night,
On a wind of heat.
A bead of sweat,
On lips so sweet.
“Come with me”
He whispered close.
They are all asleep,
Said, my sexy host.
I crawled out of bed.
On crumpled sheets.
A teddy that cling,
To my heat.
Just be quiet.
It will be fun.
No one will know,
Not even one.
Once ins…Read More-
Ahhh, Fia

I so love and enjoy the fun of how you’ve used your amazingly gifted poetic voice to blend the vibrant colors, hues, and textures of your deliciously delightful diction to paint word pictures into our joy-filled imaginations, in such ways it all comes to life.
Your short lines build a quick cadence, and with spot-on line-bnreaks, r…Read More
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FlatDaddy wrote a new post
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Hi, Usha. Thanks for reading it, and I would love to help you; but part of the plot for this story is to use your computer or phone to search the web for a French to English translator and use it to tell you the words in English. The translator aps are free to use, mostly. Or you could go back to school and study the French language like I did, and now I know enough French to write a French poem, and this is the only time and place in my life that my education has paid off. Huzzah! Well, now you’ve got the tool to get the words — but that won’t tell you the meaning. That’s for you to figure out. Not even a fancy education like mine will give you that. You will need to think hard about what the words mean. They say different things to different people, Usha. Perhaps the original meaning is known only by the author.
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Really? I wrote this more than 50 years ago when I was a young, horny USAF airman stationed in Germany, to impress a young French girl on our first date. She giggled, but it was our last date. How could you have possibly known that phrase? I never wrote it down anywhere until I posted it here! Where did you learn it?
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My best friend growing up had a grandmother who was rather eccentric. She would make us ride in the backseat of her battleship olive green and wood paneled station wagon and randomly say things. We always paid attention because they were usually worth hearing. She said it one day on her way to drop us off at the state fair. It stuck in my head all these years. 😊
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Crimsin wrote a new post
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Loss is tough my friend, a very heartfelt write. Grief is sometimes like pacing in circles wondering if one did enough, and praying that our beloved know how much they were loved. Prayers and positive energy sent your way, thanks for sharing something so private. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Brenda this piece was just lovely.
Your sadness is palpable in the words and the spaces between them.
Sometimes I wonder what the point of life is…..I haven’t come up with an answer yet.
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This is incredibly sad! Your honest, very well expressed self-reflections strike right at the heart of your readers. I can feel the ink bleeding from your heart! A big heart felt hug of love and positives energy! 🫂🙏
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Thank You for being his Mom🤍 He chose You to be His Mom🤍. I can’t imagine the pain of losing a child… it’s for sure unbearable, it is, the only comfort is to remember that his soul is near, He is near, if You can’t see him it doesn’t mean that it is not true. You are strong to express your pain sincerely like this, but please please please… Don’t dwell in gulit, it’s not your fault or his, as I’ve said in my first sentences. HE chose You to be his Mom and Thank You for being his 🤍 always remember this, always and ever!
Sending You warm hugs strong beautiful Mother💓
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hello lovely light your comment made me cry I wonder if he chose because he thought he could help he was so enigmatic such a force I love your thoughts and I miss him very much thank you kind soul ❤️
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I can’t add to that which has already been written. Death is just borrowing him for a moment. Your heart will probably never mend, but will pulse strong in your memories.
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FlatDaddy wrote a new post
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Wow, this is someone you met, or were you inspired by someone to write this? She seemed so heart broken
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Thanks for the input, Fia. My inspiration was the death knell sounded by Pete Hegseth and his crowd. And the Lady must be terribly heartbroken to swim all the way back to France.
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This is interesting. I love science fiction stories