Well I don’t think any woman would know what to say after reading THIS, and it surprises me as I read your poetry how much alike we seem to express poetry, love and nature all together in oneness. This is beyond gorgeous… though it paint such a vivid imagery of flesh, but it goes deeper than this, speaking of a higher love as it flows through everything. Outstanding, magnificent and simply Breathtaking… Nirvana and “come as You are” perfect words for such poem… Thank You!

Hi Mary, you swoon and I blush! er… I mean, can I blame it on those blue lips and eye shadow?? er.. there I go blushing again, what the hell!?? What I mean to say is, Thank you for such kind words and always welcomed visits. Curt, backing out the room before he is bopped upside the head. ;0)

I get the distinct feeling I’ve met some of these along the way too .. but fishing always sounds like a good plan to me even on a bad day .. Nice one Thomas .. Neville 😎👍

I can strongly identify with this Thomas.

hello dearest Thomas I too relate to nature more this is great ❤️

Powerfully penned, Thomas. This is an excellent write my friend. I can relate! Appreciate you.

Damian

The Dead, strange folk, very strange. They have this vacant smile, glassy eyes and have these “tracks” they want to give me. They are everywhere. I think we should be afraid, very afraid cause now they are in the seats of power and want more. I went fishing the other day, and the fish I caught, 28 inch trout, tried to hand me a tract. Isn’t it funny how what dead people want to “eat” is your brain. They’re everywhere I tell ya, everywhere.
er…. sorry Thomas, I kinda got carried away thinking about your poem and Dead people. But I have to admit, I was looking over my shoulder as I read.

A 5 snaps, and 2 hell yes, poem. Thanks Thomas!

Curt

Love this. To the point and I know what you mean. Well said.

I wonder what it is that makes them think they’re alive. I haven’t been fishing since I was 4, but I do love my tent time. Brilliant write

Thank you. You’re the best. I just put up a new video.

Yes, I feel these words.
Fishing and cooking your catch on an open fire is one of great pleasures in life.
Regards
James

Thanks

Poverty is trauma from which very few survive unscathed.The survival instinct is probably just slightly more powerful than its opposite … oblivion.

You’re amazing and you probably don’t even know it.

Take care Paula.🙏

Dang that’s deep and sad, be good lady

Brilliant, my friend.

hello dearest Neville I think you always meant somethingto this person… people come and go in my life and it is the nature of this fact that sends my soul wandering great write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend, this has layers. Nicely done, sir. Appreciate you.

Damian

How incredibly kind of you, I really am so very grateful .. Your visit, the time you spent here and subsequent heart-warming review means far more to me than you might presently imagine .. Kindest of regards & wishing you all the very bestest of all good things .. Neville 😎👍

I’m glad we are on the same side .. and won’t forget the kind gesture .. My mum was a Mary too by the way .. 😎💜👍

Neville, many snaps and hell yeses, plus a ‘bag of chips’, as an old friend used to say.

In a similar situation, my first wife had tears in her eyes when she handed me the papers to sign. Maybe it was thinking about failure, cause what she said was “we were supposed to be forever.” True enough, but we had both changed and couldn’t find what we once had. It was extremely disheartening, since it was her who had the affair and ended it.

Life is strange I think. Why is it that even as memories become “fragmented” and “distanced”, they never go away completely, they haunt, reminding me of my failure to love her better.

Curt

sentiment seriously reciprocated .. 😎🌻👍

This kind of put me in a sad mood, separation, memories… the human psychic. when we think we moved on, yet suddenly something comes up and everything comes to the surface. yes true, life is unpredictable, what we might think it’s love in a moment, later it might appears it’s not, what we were once, later we might not be. from togetherness to separation.