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Read More**A Complaint to You** I complain about you— about this life we are living now, about the way we drift through days without knowing how. When you care, you must also give— for what is love if not the courage to live? I complain about you again, for giving...
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Nice write. I like the continuation of reasons that you stacked in the stanzas. It works well. Solid writing.
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Hi, thank you for your review. Your encouraging reply is great effort in making me a better writer.
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redzone and
Harriet-Jacqui xx are now friends
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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXXXI I watch the full moon rise outside my window, its beams slowly reflect across your naked skin. You stir some, sigh, as my fingers caress gently patterns across your breasts. Yaraa, let me love you like the gently rains of Springtime as it plays upon...
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this is so sensual. Very nice;))
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From the moon to the imagery in touch and plea, this is pure, beautiful seduction
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
April Poetry #5
April 5 is just another day
in a year already a fourth
of its life gone. But this day
has no song, unless you want
to count the rhythm and noise
of imperial bombs sent by
the “shining light on top of
the hill”, who has always promised
the grave and the slave. April 5,
just another day where they
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I was thinking this morning about that phrase march to the beat of your own drum. But the noise of the world is so loud these days it’s difficult to hear it. Those last lines…damn!
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Read MoreI can hear my phone buzzing on the dresser across the room like a fly...dogging my face it's distracting as I give myself over ...in every possible sense... to his ferocious ministrations his smoky eyes burning holes in my soul setting my nerve endings ablaze flickers spreading quickly a...
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Ok..ok. Now I need the ice water. Wow
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He’s got a way about him…😂 Thank you, Fia
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Yo! I am reading your poem and its FIRE!! Call me when you get this. Bye “)
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Haha thanks! 😊
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Passionately penned, Willow. This excellent write heats up the room my friend. To the readers wearing glasses I’m sure they’re all steamed up reading this one. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I had a moment here with this one, but he’s potent inspiration. Thank you, my friend 😊
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Sexy! XXX Nice work
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Thank you! 😊
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A hot, breathless rush… interruption eclipsed by desire, ending on a perfect, wry snap.
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Yeah……what she said.
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And thank you, Brandon 😊
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Thank you, Grace! 😊
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My draft I see AI couldn’t express so well my emotional thoughts.
I complain about you for the life
Which we are seeing now
When you care you also need to give
I complain about you that you are giving much fun than freaking life which you are of with
I complain now about you that your responsibility has risen with much sacrifice to give to make mom and dad to be a dad as like dad and mom care and sacrifice.
I do because you are wasting a dollar for every second and you are not saving a dollar every second.
I beg your pardon for seeing the life what we are going through I must say complaints to you about your self because we ended up with no control of mom and dad…..
Jessy Jacob ❤️