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    Within the Night

    Word rubble and the corpses within  I can no longer build temples from ruins    Let me whisper snow from your hair  massage the sun into your shoulders and back,  turn every clock in this flat to interlude    I care little that your past maybe...

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    Late Nite Maudlin Street and a Siren Sings

    Placed guitar strings inside your soul orchestra where America never quite plays Wales   There was once a three day love affair and I still curate her mascara upon my pillow, my life is just a museum and mausoleum   If the Atlantic was mere poetry each stanza...

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    • Hello Rob,

      ​This has been a fun and truly rewarding collaboration. When I first read your poem, those lines – “I still curate her mascara upon my pillow, The siren, bride to desire, / Will simply sing” -immediately stood out to me. I felt your voice was reflective, a curator of memory waiting for a shift.

      The Siren is that shift!  I focused on making her the immediate, visceral answer to your poem. You introduced the idea of the wave and the summons, and I wanted my poem to embody the full force and consequence of invoking an elemental creature of the sea. It was about taking your reflection and turning it into a moment of pure, overwhelming action.

      ​Thank you so much for the prompt; I genuinely enjoyed writing this with you. I really love this kind of improv and following an established energy.

      ​On a completely different note: If you liked “The Siren” and want to try another style, I can also do rap! I used to be in a gamer group where the young people would try to battle rap me in impromptus, and I’d completely destroy them. Hahaha. Just a thought for a future experiment!
      ​I enjoyed this so much. I hope you did too.
      ​RomaJ

    • My pleasure. You are an absolute diamond and please promise me this, never ever stop shining.

      A rap battle? My sweet Lord, I’m just an indie man at heart. Challenge accepted, but you will have to give me a wee bit of time. I will need the advice of my friends. Lol.

    • That is one of the kindest things anyone has ever said to me -thank you! I promise to keep shining as long as you promise to keep writing.

      ​Haha, the rap battle reference is a funny story! I used to hang out in a gamer community where the young folks often started lyrical battles. I ended up joining in just for fun -I love rhyme and could go all day! It made for some great memories. Take all the time you need. I fully respect a rap battle that requires a council of advisors. Thank you for this fun collaboration.

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    The Real Lady   I would love to call  Mary Magdalene  and ask her to lunch to discuss what it was like back then to know Jesus to know redemption to be a woman of earthen means naked to the lust of those same sketchy gentlemen who judged her Wondering why...

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    • Mary Magdalene has always felt to me like Jesus, most loyal follower. Even if she wasn’t at the Last Supper, I can imagine her being the one who set the table and prepared the meal. She feels like an everywoman – someone who carries the judgment and misunderstanding that so many women have faced, whether for past mistakes, perceived flaws, or simply for not fitting society’s expectations.

      I don’t believe she was a prostitute. I think she was a strong, capable woman who may have simply been ahead of her time. People judged her and labeled her unfairly, but Jesus saw her for who she truly was – a good and faithful person. And really, that’s what all of us should strive to be. Great write, j

      • Thank you….I don’t believe it either…but people get labeled…and usually by ones who have no room to do that if they look in their own closets for skeletons.

    • Powerful work, my friend.

    • Powerfully penned, Jacob. Not to mention she penned a gospel that was left out of the Bible, of course it was. A lot of sexist men in power, who never wanted women to be treated equally. Just my opinion. lol. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Well said, my friend. How can we possibly know those buried under thousands of years of dust, when we do not know those who live among us, friends we see and hear, and touch, who share our very houses, not even those who stare blankly back from mirrors?

    • What an enigmatic poem for an enigmatic figure. Perhaps it shall unravel the collective misunderstanding of the centuries and provide a new light for her.

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    alas

    subtle affection in common showndown deep a seed growweeping rebellion a hellion stirredreaching out through the eternal glarea lass fair and hair of fireemerald eyes and pale of skinlook over the centuriesseeking the passion of her belovedsilently she bide...

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    • Hello Crims!
      I like the old-timey vibe of this. I wish there was more along this type actually. It just seems to set a nice tone when reading. Like those before us perhaps. At any rate, this is a wonderful poem that you’ve presented for us.

      • hello dearest Styxian good evening I’m happy the language of this write spoke to you it was how it presented itself the poem I mean thank you so much for letting me know ❤️

    • Hey crimson!

      The last line is a dark but beautiful visual. It gives me a Celtic vibe.
      It starts off with wonderful bits of love then changes tone.
      I love the word pairing of sweeping crimson. It’s like a red wave of devotion.

      Love your stuff chica:)

    • hello lovely poetess thank you graciously ❤️

    • Beautifully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Silently Drowning

    It was red wine streams  which flowed me to their grave    I only wished to tell them   how much I missed them,  but there was something  in the Welsh air, which  stopped my lips from moving    The closest bar  was a lifetime away,  who told the barmaid...

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    • You’re on a tear lately, Rob. Which is good for us as your audience!
      You sir are truly a poet. Even if you scoff at such titles. LOL.
      I love where this write took me, in my own visuals. just enough detail to create a scene, for us to be bystanders to with our own eyes in our brains.

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