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Read Moredecadent voyeur secreting yourself, in dreamshidden between nightmares and poppiessewing yourself into my realityforsaken ghoul, blotting out the lightwith whispers on the windsthe restless spirits watch youthen tell me your liesindiscreet monster, with the proclivity to dineinside you sorrow...
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Imagination, makes for good books and paper scratching. Many of the great writers used pens with teeth that bit into the soul.
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hello dearerst Adagio my imagination can get me in trouble but I have to express myself the way the muse presents herself I hope no one takes it personal… thank you my friend for accepting this dark write ❤️
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Imagination is what made the ships that sail and the Odyssey.
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Your a talented writer Brenda! Such detail and precision. Great work here!! xoxxo
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thank you graciously dearest Keith ❤️you’re so kind to me my friend…
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Read More"a leap of faith, too far." A Poem by Randall hell, sometimes you can leap too far. landing in front of the gates of hell. the devil certainly has a smile on his face today. guess he's glad to see me! maybe he remembers the last...
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Apache Moon
As I spread out my bedroll
atop the high mesa,
the aroma of pine and pinon
surround the air
and sear the rabbit
roasting over the open flame.As I settle into the bedroll,
and looking skyward, I
am greeted by the infinity
of glittering stars,
and the rising Apache Moon.As the legend goes,
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
City Peace
The wind howls through my window
The fire truck siren blares down the street
The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound
The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards
Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.
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The country may have its crickets, its coyotes’ howl, but this cannot match the window rattling as the EL train passes by. It’s funny how night sounds become familiar so that you can sleep. It took me a few weeks o be able to get to sleep after I moved from NYC back to PA and a more rural setting. -Curt
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thank you graciously dearrest Damian ❤️