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    Chemo Dreams and Fucking Nitemares

    “Greenish yellow. All ghosts wear clothes of this colour.” Frida Kahlo     Sunrise over a Christmas market, somewhere,  tinsellitis in hollows of a church bell.  knells the beauty of the cancer coming.     Black-coal morning,  flames in the hearth are the same fire  which burns haunted houses down.     All...

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    • Outstanding. Few can grasp the rungs you swing from.
      This is so dirty Chicago snow -write.
      A cramped city, trying to eke out some sort of heat from it.
      Poem of the month, if they did that here.

  • In Ache's Sea, Longing (Nabla Del)

    "NABLA DEL"an original shape or concrete poetry formcreated by Richard W. Jenkins© 12 Dec 2001In the shape of an upside down (inverted) triangle, this form must be centered for full effect,but may be aligned left or right when formatting...

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    • this is beautiful… but sad.. well, mainly beautiful… well done

      • Thank you sincerely, Sam 🌾

        It’s a pleasure to compose and share with those who appreciate my earnest efforts.
        Your praise and inspiringly gracious comments mean so very much to an olde bard’s hopes.

        Many blessings, Syr! ⁓ Richard🖌

    • I love the use of the Sun and Moon. As I see the Sun as male and Moon female and the Sky as two hands clasp together in a cushioned security. As they come together life begins in warmth. Then as they part you get a sense it is not ending just a new longing.
      I enjoyed this.

      • Thank you Lady Fia 🌺🐝

        Your expressed warmth, appreciation, understanding, and enjoyment of my humble efforts make sharing with you feel so very worthwhile and rewarding.

        You’re a most wonderful reviewer … thank you again, Fia ⁓ Richard🖌

    • shit…this is gorgeous. sky. sun. moon. fate. all narrowed down to that one word…longin. hits ya right in the gut.

      • With sincere thanks, Dru 🍷
        Your gracious comments are truly inspiring.

        Creating these Concrete pieces can be a challenge, but enjoyable and quite satisfying in the end … especially, when they turn out so nicely formed.

        You should try one! ⁓ Richard🖌

    • Beautifully penned, Rascal. You’re a gifted writer my friend, and your passion to teach is an excellent attribute. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Many thanks, Damian 👍

        I am most grateful for your words expressing such positively sincere sentiments and inspiring praise of my skills and desires to pass along the boundless artistic wonderment of our art.

        It’s truly a pleasure sharing my enjoyable efforts with you, Syr.
        Thank you again! ⁓ Richard🖌

    • It’s always a pleasure not only to read your master poetry but to enjoy your original forms also, to begin with the photo how it fits perfectly the ambiance, it’s alive and the breaking and sadness are felt from it, and again your life wisdom shines through your words, the turn at the end is sudden, I think this is how a heart breaks, sudden with no expectations, and that’s what your poem worded and shaped, for me this could turn into a beautiful sonnet considering the theme, the unfolding events of and the sudden change.

      • Hello, Dear Sonnet 🎶

        Sitting here taking in the graciously brilliant soul breaths of your each living word, I could not help but travel back into our many years and unforgettable memories, to those moments we first met and began sharing poetry on so many different writing sites … and, all that has transpired between us that made an everlasting friendship and bond ⁓ like no other.

        How I so deeply cherish recounting every nuance life took us through together, until (as it often does), when moment-by-moment we drifted, not really apart, yet, off into further callings and kismets that take hearts, souls, and minds down many paths t’ward eventual completion of existence off this mortal realm to we are eventually drawn. Ohhh, but how exciting our wondrous travails and blessings have been ⁓ together and apart.

        Tho’, as I read through and felt your enthrallingly glowing, intelligently gentle, caring, appreciative, and graciously inspiring words in review for this uniquely rendered poem, I realized how bonded we truly were, are, and (hopefully) shall always be, through eternity. Differently? Yes! You as YOU, I as I can only be … yet, bonded by something, almost spiritual, respectful, and intrinsically blessed … beyond the limitation of words.

        I’ve often marvelled at the insights you so vividly express about me and my poetry. It’s, almost, as if the moment I exhaled you inhaled, absorbing the sheer wispy essence of my poetic soul … one of the beautiful aspects of your being I’ve always marvelled at, adored, and loved.

        Hmmm? Seems I’ve been needing to share with someone I know will understand, eh?
        Ever-so thankfully, I bow to thee, Lady Ghounwah ⁓ Richard🖌

        • “who am I to know God’s plan?”. If we surrender to this things would be much better and smoother, but human nature seeks control and with controling comes resistance, and all of this lead to nothing but trauma and unnecessary pain before we even realize it. Of course someone like You with all the wisdom He has knows all of this already and accepts life and everything as it is, One of the things which I really admire about You, and I think You’ve praised abilities more than I deserve, yet I’m honoured to receive them from You.

          I guess I do understand, sometimes understanding is all what we can do.

          May happiness, peace and poetry fill your days and heart✨🙏🏻✨

          • Ahhh⁓💫

            There’s nothing like receiving the soft, beautiful whispers of your wondrously gifted voice to turn the all of me into a warmly blessed smile.

            I, too, wish the very same gracious sentiments of poetic happiness for You, Dear Ghounwah.
            Namaskar🙏 as always! ⁓ Richard🌾

  • Hi, Sam Nash 🍷

    Welcome to “Back to Poetry Basics” … and, thank you for joining-in.

    You can take part in any of the previous lessons or jump right in on the current “Poetic Voice” lesson.
    Our new lesson, beginning, Wednesday, December 3rd, will be on “Meter”.

    if you have any requests or ideas,let me know and we’ll do it! ⁓ Richard🖋️

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    Unique Styles

    driven insaneblue and greysleek bodycobra grillheadlightscutting nightsengine roarsdual pipes wheels rollchrome artdescribingintricate fleshfingeringher six speedclutchingthat lust horsepowerequalsfrictionloving torquesport bodyinvitingthe curvestop down road readysoft highwaydrag stripstarting linemy mustangyour corvettewe embraceunique styles   Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2019

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    • The fast pace reminds me of an engine revving up and going down a racetrack

    • The beat, rhythm and pace is like a racing car! The reader wouldn’t know are You talking about a woman or a car lol. The closing lines are brilliant, and “unique styles” it is. Wonderful poem, to read it in the morning it fuels us with good energy to start the engine ✨

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Light. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That was the vibe I was going for I love when a write has more than one perspective or dual meanings. Thanks for that wonderful commentary. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Corvette! Corvette! I’m a ‘Vette girl. But that’s mostly because daddy was a Chevy guy and Ford was a dirty word around him. Once wrote a poem about a Mustang once though. Much enjoyed this one, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like cars in general, but I’m kinda a Ford guy though. Though I like Chevy’s too. Dodge is my least favorite. It was a dirty word around my dad when I was growing up. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Cool dude. Great description. The energy & performance is highly moving. Excellent.

    • This had the rumbling force of a corvette being geared up for a rip roaring ride down the highway. And to me it also read like a sensual poem about the power of the engine getting ready to fly like bat out of hell down the highway of love. Fantastic work my friend.

      John

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, John. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite things about writing, is having the ability for double meanings in a piece. Nice catch. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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