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    White Coin

    Too many years wasted, life poorbecause I spent them unwisely.So quick to be a have-not,squandering a wealth of days. Befitting then, to staya silhouette, asideyour passing light.My hat in my hands;have mercy for me.Be as generous as I hope you are.May the moon that glows upon you,be a white coin, enriching my night. Someday, when I burn,when what's left of mewill be urn'dinto crack-rocks of bone,chop me, linear and longlike I always was,with a starter credit card.Pretend I wasn'tso close to worthless after all. But, I can't stop you,if you want,from laying me pronein the ground.Holding me down,with a tombstone;Come read, anytimewhat I meant to you.A love that went away,spent with quartersof the partial moon. ~ I will tell the other ghoststhat we were fantastical.You, a unicornwith your black mane, andpiercing eyes.One of a kind, thatI, the dragonleft the hollowof my mountain for. I faked fire with my words.Yet it still felt warmwhen you were cold.And with you whenI stretched in bed,arms overhead,it was the closestI ever came to flying.As your smile offeredsilent applause.Maybe that was my best-effort at rising, eclipsingthat white coin.And I can saythat I was a dragon once. ~ Tonight, still alive,I crack the window;a slot between glass and sill.The one white coin slips through,and I'll spend my portion on you.With all of your ample generosity;It's the least I can do. ~~~

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    • I’m proud to say I’m a writer when I read poems like this. It has integrity and image. You’re a great writer, Styx.

    • Well I’m glad that you continue to write in here, Tim. To me, this is a group effort for all of us to enhance our abilities.
      For years, decades even, I kept my material mostly to myself. A shy writer. LOL. Yet, no, open up and give and take.
      Thanks for your encouragement Tim. I do try.

    • This is sweet and has many layers to it. I do like the way you say the moon is a coin.

      • Hello Fia!
        I liked the idea and then I just wrote. But I had no idea where it would go or what the outcome would be. I surprise myself sometimes, with my results. I’m an audience to my own writing, if that makes sense!
        Thank you for the nod, too.

    • This poem reads like a quiet confession beneath the moonlight. I love how the “white coin” becomes a symbol for time, memory, and love — spent, lost, and offered again. The dragon and unicorn imagery gives it a fable-like weight, while the emotions remain deeply human. It’s wistful, tender, and quietly generous in its final offering.

      • Thank you for that thoroughly kind comment. I wasn’t sure what I was after, when I decided to start writing “something’. So it is sort of a mosh perhaps. The contemplations of life and love making it through it all, I suppose?
        Your comment is quite generous, thank you.

    • Your use of symbolism is a joy my friend.

      • Everything is something…
        As I age, I’m trying not to be a hoarder! LOL. Yet I like lots of random things, trinkets, etc. But I do need to thin out my stuff. I may be moving sooner rather than later.

    • Oh how to comment on this! It’s stunning and heartfelt.
      Truly an epic write. My eyes got a little teary and my smile kept smiling throughout the whole read.
      Each section took me somewhere new but the emotion carried over smoothly.

      What a talent you are and a blessing:)

      • Well, I am definitely blessed the past few years. Finding DUP, and the many talented and electic writers, seemed to have inspired me to write more.
        And then, you. Incredible fortune to have you in my life, baby. I love you.

    • Beautifully penned, Mark. Into the book it belongs! Love the depth and layers of this one my friend, excellent storytelling per usual. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thank you Sir Damian. I’m surrounded by some wonderful writers in here, so I have to pull my weight yaknow! LOL

    • Kinda like a romantic Lord Of The Ring or Game of Thrones, like this along with your word play within the piece. Tight

      • What’s up!
        I feel that too many times my endings suck. LOL. Yet I tend to ramble too long in a write as well. I’ve been working on shortening my writes lately. Hopefully it pays off.
        I was definitely looking at this as a bit of a romanticism, yes. Not over done though. Sappy is softening us all. LOL

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    Storms and Stillness

    An approaching storm encroaches onquiet stillnesswhile two candles glowon a desknear a windowwith flames hoveringabove a poet's verse.Far off, thunder rollsunyielding,ready to answer sharplyquarreling clouds.As light flashesacross the skyrain probes the windowwith its delicate fingers.In minutesthe gutter overcrowdswith rainwater...

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    • Mother Nature knows what she is doing before a storm.
      The air gets still but you can feel it. The presence of something powerful brewing.
      This whole piece gave that. I especially loved the stanza about the glass with delicate fingers!
      And I love that pic amigo!

      • Thanks so much, Adel. I’d like to get the picture bigger. I’ll ask Fia about it. 🙂

    • Wonderful. Thoroughly vivid with the descriptive lines sewing it all together. We can see it, feel it even. Excellent poem Tim.

    • Powerfully penned, Tim. Amazing imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Hey Poetspeak!

    Hey Poetspeak!the boxheads aregathered on the cornerresistant to concedetheir absence.they're waiting, wondering, why theyhaven't been invitedhere, to shout,or pout, or spend aa few months.Your abstract paintings, nimble,eternal, and potentneed a new place to hang.your gritty abstract wordsspray paintedacross the...

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    • I saw the title and had to check it out. lol
      I remember the block heads or was it box heads?
      We’ll see if they make an appearance or if they are retired drinking a Mai Tai in Hawaii. Lol

      • Aha – it WAS box heads. Must fix that. Thanks for the comment, Adel. 🙂

    • Perhaps their heads are too thick to fit here. LOL.
      What an awesome, whimsical calling out to PS. Hopefully he sees this and picks up his slack!

      • Time will tell. He popped into my head so…. Thanks for the comment, Styx. 🙂

    • He has been popping in on the site. But you never know he may see this and pop up this week.

      • He popped into my head so I wrote it. Thanks for the comment Fia.

    • Ha! Forgotten about Box Head. I hope PS submits his artwork in here. He gifted me such a piece and it now holds such a poignant place in my world. You do him justice here.

    • Cleverly penned, Tim. What a tribute to the man himself. Speak, is one of a kind. Hope he sees this. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Emissary Chapter 6 The Music

    The first time I brought the Oud to the school I was ridiculed by many of my friends. However when several other students began to be assigned their own musical instruments then the ridicule stopped. Only a few of...

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