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Ghosteen posted in the group Music is Art
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The Manics covering Frankie Valli and many of my friends were there. What is there not to like?
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Day That Remembers What You Forgot
April 22nd is more than a day.
It is a melody you almost recognize,
a Beatles’ song that never made the album,
a tune humming in the back of your skull
like a childhood you can’t quite place.It plays faintly,
as if someone left a radio on
in another universe.
You catch fragments,
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hell
Deep down in the fiery pits of hell,
war has started, if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons’ eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devil’s throne.He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red-hot flames are prancing,
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Thoughts
High expectations
Will never understand now
Will things ever change?2 Comments-
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Without “high expectations”, without hopes and dreams, there can be no change. But, we must also do the work necessary to make the change(s).
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That is true. Thank you;))
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXV
Yaraa, as the stars echo your
name, I give you my heart
(te doy mi corazon).
There is no other way tosay this, as time passes and
you stare at my smile,
see into my nature and
intentions, that you havegiven me hope, have given
me love, you have given
me life. Yaraa, you aremy peace (tu eras mi paz),
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Oh, poetry…it sounds much better in hell.