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    SESSION SEVEN
    “POETRY, A FEW IMPORTANT BASICS”
    Wednesday, December 10th, 2025

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    “WHAT EVERY POETESS OR POET SHOULD KNOW”
    by RW Jenkins, MFA ©2004

    If one’s goal or wish is to ever master the true art of poetry (as in any art form), whether it’s in oils, watercolor, or acrylic…Read More

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    Cruel Amnesia

    Lost moments these gaps in time Surrounded by such strange faces Unable to reason can’t find a rhyme Empty thoughts in random places   Can’t recall when the mask slipped Sometimes minutes feel like years Somehow the scale must of tipped Got this constant ringing in my...

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    • Amnesia, would be a lonely thing for a poet of the forgotten. This was exquisite, Damian.

    • Hello dearest Damian great write I feel this I often wonder if forgetting is a blessing or a curse ❤️

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Maybe a little of both depending on what’s forgotten. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Tremendous work, my friend.

    • Damian, this is strong tonic. I could feel this in my bones as I read. This i the stuff of poetry that feels like strong whiskey on the tongue. Sad but great writing.

      John

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, John. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is sad indeed. Thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • It is cruel when the mind slips and cannot grasp what you have lost. Food for thought.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is food for thought, these are the little things I think about late at night. lol. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

    • Older age? I know all too well the fading of a few things within myself!
      Yet you haven’t lost your literary touch! You are blessed with talent, that hasn’t ebbed. Thankfully we write down our material, no need to remember them from scratch! LOL.
      You still can kick some ass with a pen, Damian. Wield it high!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Getting old isn’t without the fear of losing one’s self along the way. I’m just trying to hang in there. You’re much too kind, Dear Sir. But thank you for your continued support brother. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Exquisite piece Damian. Well written my friend.

    • exceptional read! full of concise, vividly profound imagery…
      a sense of melancholic unrest. ~ c

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, C. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • As you so often do, you stirred levels here again. I read this from the personal perspective of memories slipping. A sense of self lost in blips of time. I also see this as the world arena and how people have lost their sense humanity, their compassion, their community. Like the whole damn world has global amnesia. And I read it as literal amnesia from losing time in the form of blanks in memory from drink or drugs. Many layers, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Well you know me, I love when there are multiple meanings and endless possibilities. lol. Sometime’s I think it’s probably little pieces of all those things rolled into one. I follow where my muse leads me. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Honoria wrote a new post

    In The Early Mo(u)rn

    It’s the precipice of a new daythe sun borders on glistening frost and I realize this day will go on without you. A new year and still…everything feels mournfully adrift.

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    • hello beautiful Honoria I deeply understand this sentiment so beautifully written hugs ❤️

      • Dear B,

        Thank you very much for getting it. Grief is such a singular event that really does knock the crap out of us. I miss everyone from DU terribly which has added to my losses. I’m very happy and grateful for you ❤️. H🌷

    • Beautifully penned, H. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Dear D,

        Thank you so much. As mentioned to Brenda I miss all our DU connections which as compounded my personal losses and I’m very grateful to see you and your lovely comment. Thank you. H🌷

    • The return of H! Really good to see you scribbling again. Grief is such a bitch – sweeps in like an unexpected mist on a summer morning. You succinctly capture the heart’s burst. Rob (or Bobski to those pesky Londoners)

      • Dear R,

        Absolutely not a Londoner! 😝
        Grief is brutal and no matter how you go through it it does sweep in like an unexpected mist on a summer morn. Thank you for the boost. So very much appreciated. H 🌷

    • Well, here’s to hoping this isn’t autobiographical.
      And if it is, here’s to hope and new days 🌼

      • Dear AJ,

        I’m much obliged to the hope and new days idea. The process of grieving is exhausting and much like the ebb and tide of an ocean. Thing is I like the ocean. Not so much grief. 😔
        I’m very glad to see you and very grateful to have our DU connection. Thank you! H 🌷

        • We often accompany someone to the veil but always come back alone. But sunderings are only for this world. One day loved ones will greet and welcome us home. Our true home. I look forward to that day. That is my hope.

          • My hope as well my dear friend. The charm of loneliness is a real kick in the gut. However, with the upcoming Yuletide I wish you the loveliest season ever. With as much joy and fun as you can stand. 😊xx

            • We Grinch’s aren’t built for joy, we’re made for mayhem! 😈

              And redneck mayhem is the bestest mayhem! 😁😂

    • Hi H!

      Aww I’m so sorry for everything you have been struggling with lately. Loss and change are emotionally exhausting.
      It gives me hope that you are writing it out though. Facing it head on because what else are we to do, right?
      Just remember there is light at the end of the tunnel chica. Hang in there:)
      And did I mention I’m so happy to see you posting!
      I can’t wait to call Mark and tell I read your post!

      • Dear A,

        Thank you! If I could have faced this ass backward I would have because in truth I like to hide and avoid reality at any cost. Unfortunately life won’t let me and that’s annoying. Been a sad year but I’ve taken joy in knowing you have a book out and I’ve been shopping. 👍🏻
        I wish you the loveliest of Yuletide blessings. A healthy and happy new year to you and Mark! H xx🌷

    • Sigh…
      This is less a poem and more a shouting (inside) from frustration. This is how you released it.
      Not in vain, dearest H. We feel the words and sense the wisps of grief.
      I’m glad that you are here, posting, in any capacity.

      • Dear M,

        It was a realization of absolute reality. I don’t have these two people anymore and I can’t outrun the sadness. That said I’m over the moon to see you and A on my page. A gift from all of you really. I’m hoping you’re well and looking forward to spending the holidays together. Thank you for this support. It’s lightened the burden and I’m grateful.
        Merry Christmas to you and A! H 🌷

        • Me and Del are still going strong. We knew that distance would be a factor far more often than not. Yet it’s worth it. Eventually we will be together to stay.
          In the meantime we have you and others to share our time with!
          Merry Christmas H. And i hope the new year brings new joys to ya!

          • Nothing worth while is ever easy and all the more cherished. You two are the best. Have a wonderful holiday season! Xx

    • A beautiful piece.
      Full of warmth.
      Regards
      James

      • Dear J,

        Thank you very kindly for your lovely comment. I gravely appreciate it and wish you a wonderful and Happy New Year. H 🌷

    • Dear AA,

      Thank you for your kind comment. Although if you’re feeling this you recognize the ache of loss and for that I’m very sorry. I really appreciate your read and visit, thank you. H🌷

    • This is heart touchingly beautiful, dear Honoria. I feel your loss and your strength as well! Pouring your heart on the paper is a wonderful and helpful way to cope with pain keep it up, beautiful poetess!

      • Dear S,

        Thank you very much for your lovely comment. This has boosted my spirit greatly and I’m so appreciative. Wishing you much happiness and health in this new year. Thank you once again. H 🌷

    • “A new year and still, everything feels mournfully adrift.” I lost my brother a few months ago, and this really hit a nerve for me. It’s as beautiful a piece as I’ve have ever read…or ever will. Thank you for touching my soul.

    • Dear KS,

      I’m so very sorry for the loss of your brother. It’s such an interesting transition trying to navigate life after loss. It feels surreal as though I’m in an alternate universe, and one I’m not liking. Your comment has honored me profoundly and I thank you for reading and sharing your kindness. Keeping you and your family in my thoughts and thank you very much once more for your lovely comment. H🌷

    • Honoria this is so heartfelt, thank you for sharing.

      • Dear K-1,

        Thank you very much for your read and kind comment. I really appreciate it and I’m glad to have your visit tonight. Thank you again. H 🌷

    • Hello Honoria, grief is so difficult and quite often the time that passes seems to linger.

      Miss you
      ❤️ jackie

    • Dear J,

      A very insightful observation, and sadly with no expiration date. I’m so glad to see you tonight. I hope you’ve been well. Still feels odd without DU but your visit has cheered me considerably. H xx🌷

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    Styxian wrote a new post

    Tey Saree

    I close my eyes-still see you.We begin anew,as visions ribbon reality.I smell your hair,it takes me home.Nothing else bringssuch sanctuary. By the window, posed,a sheet robes your body.Robbing meof God’s only trophy.But your shoulder, exposed,enticing; embrace me.My lips partake of...

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    • Beautifully penned, Mark. A very passionate write my friend with excellent execution. Nicely done. Happy Holidays to you and Adel. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • How’s you Damian? I hacked this write to death! I like it, I hate it, LOL.
        But I thank you just the same. I wanted to post something… Life is a bit busier lately, yet I still always have the craving to write and/or edit something.
        Del was here for ten days this time. And it’s always too short a visit.
        You take care out there, and have some awesome holiday times!

    • This is beautiful.

      • Thank you Amethyste. I appreciate your kind comment. This write was a struggle, so thank you for the note of encouragement.
        Happy Holidays to you!

    • Powerful work, my friend.

      • Hello Thomas!
        This write has some good parts, and some clunky parts, I know. I’ve been all helter skelter with the transition of ideas reaching the written word. Yet I am sure we all have the lulls in our writes.
        Have some happy holidays over on your corner of things. Then perhaps write something awesome, as you tend to do!

    • From the title to the stanzas within, this is a gorgeous and tender declaration Mark. No thrills, no spills – just the soft thrum of union. Rob

      • What a great word; Thrum.
        The title/name I totally made up, because I wanted something different. It also helps me remember my writes, by giving them some unique titles. Yeah?
        I appreciate the nod, Rob.
        I hope you are doing very well and finding inspiration in your world. It’s there, amigo. Just grasp it.

    • So touching and sweet.

      • Hey Fia! I had to feed my page something! LOL. I beat this write to death, and unfortunately it shows some scars! Choppy stanzas and such. But I’m moving on from it. I have a pretty good idea of what to write next. I just have to apply the time and mood to it. Soon!
        How’s you?!

    • Dear S,

      Well, you’ve still got it I see. I was riveted from start to finish as per. For me, there’s always a double story of the characters you write and the ones I superimpose over them because your writing is so alive and energetic. Wonderful write. H🌷

      • But I’m scrambling, H !
        I’m supposed to be finalizing them into book format, but I keep editing them more! I need intervention! lol
        As long as there is someone to tell me that I’m doing okay, I will keep going with this writing curse. So thank you for being that for me. I do like being engrossed in it. Don’t we all?

    • Tremendous imagery. You paint this scene well.

    • I love the painting with eyelashes! I might have to steal that!
      Being with you is home to me.
      Everything is relaxed and I was comfortable in my own skin or my bath robe. Lol

      This write reminds me of our time together. 10 whole days. It went by too fast but I cherished every second.
      I remember you bringing up a ballerina vibe for one of your writes. You did her justice with this. Very eloquent with just the right amount of angst. Thank you for posting this baby, gave me a smile while reading:)
      Love you and sorry it took me forever to comment! It’s been a crazy month at work and off as you know.
      Call ya later this evening:)

      • You don’t ever owe me a comment. As long as you wear my t-shirts like you do… That itself is quite a statement!
        As you know, there is no specific “Tey Saree”. It’s an image from my mind wandering like it does. Which is filled by you.
        I just come up with names to title them, so it doesn’t get too repetitive.
        `I just had a bag of popcorn for my bedtime snack. I’m a rebel! Thats why I buy toothbrushes in bulk.

        Hey, I missed you as soon as that shuttle pulled away! What a great time we had, punk!
        I love you too babydoll. I’m still smitten!

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