The Fourteenth book, and all goes for charity… You are for true a most kind, giving and generous human being💓 You know that I would buy ALL of them if I could, hopefully when I come to visit UK.

What I read here is something to do with the humans separation, no harmony as one unity. though each one of us might be developing, but there is no union between us. It’s sad… the world and earth won’t evolve when there’s separation.

“Milk teeth”… Few will understand it. But that is clever as hell!
What a wonderfully refreshing read you’ve crafted. Well writ.

Haha I love the teeth poem.;))

I’ve read this like 3 times! lol.
I too enjoyed the milk teeth. But I can’t get the visual of blind Siamese twins bumping into each
other out of my head. Haha. Great write

How important are those gaps? Very I say when it comes to overcrowding. Nothing like a bit of space to rectify a problem. This poem is so bloomin clever. Must have been inspired by young Astrid. Blind Siamese twins really made me laugh. Such fun here Neville. Love your ‘tooth’ poem.

Chris

Superb work, my friend.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautifully penned, Fia. Incredible write my friend, really like this a lot. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

It’s a beautiful thing when minds sync on one purpose. Your closing line couldn’t define it better!

Sweetly sung as whispers. A hint of seductive word play without being graphic. I like the subtlety. Leave the reader to build their own visions as they read. Well crafted Fia.

Thank you, Hj xx

Nicely done, Fia. Your romantic side is showing. 🙂

🙂 I’ll bet you can.

Superb and sensual. Excellent.

Nicely done, Fia, but it seems to need just a bit of punctuation to help with the flow, I wasn’t sure at first how to read it, stopping after each line, then going, “Oh, I see it now.” Nice work.

You can beat an egg and a drum and a carpet .. and a few other things besides .. but you just can’t beat a bit of sync now can ya eh’ .. Very much enjoyed the ride Fia .. Neville 😎👍

Hold on we have to go back to the beginning, we will return on your tightness

Fia, this read like an erotic encounter of a bewitchingly soft yet libidinal ambrosia. There is magic here that takes me into the heart of the poem. I could feel the silken sheets and that last line has to be the most original and brilliant ending “liquid ambrosia”.

John

So burn it all my friend, with your firesome pen!

Dope vibe!!!

Much respect

Naaj

hello dearest Rob wowee that’s quite a write I loved the ending ❤️

Rob, your poem is like a fever dream. I was instantly gripped by the desperate longing and brutal cynicism, and I loved the image of the Autumn chill being “chloroform to every dream buried under sand.” The sudden “Fox News” line completely took me off guard, but I found its cynical, real-world punch hilarious amidst the rawness. It’s a relentless plea – a cinematic scramble toward desire. Unforgettable.