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Read MoreRewriting Memories If I had turned around that night and went home I believe I would have ended up dead The guilt I held never left me alone Filling my head with never ending dread If I had turned around that night and gone...
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Powerfully penned, Wally. Another excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Never-Ending Dandelions
A dandelion
is a weed
looking harmless
even beautiful.
Still a weed
overtaking the grass
choking out
all other life.Memories of you
are dandelions
spreading rapidly
overpowering my mind.
Taking root in all
facets of my brain
weeding my garden always
with every breath I take
you still live in…Read More6 Comments-
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Hi Curly Grace. It’s amazing how someone occupies our minds. There they are, whether we want them there or not. Hopefully, your “Dandelion” is a welcomed “weed”.
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Thank you, Redzone. I wrote this in 2011. So, the “weed” has been pulled out, lol, quite some time ago. Made way for better flowers though…
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Better flowers, that’s the best thing about “weeding”. More colorful too, I’ll bet.
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Brilliantly expressed – I must weed my garden after that, before your poem infests my mind! HJx
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Thank you, Harriet‑Jacqui. May your garden stay clear, and your kindness keep blooming.
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Between writing and marketing my books, I grow-my-own fruit & veg on a plot next to the forest, the village cricket pitch and tennis club. Weeding my plot is just like painting The Forth Bridge (in Scotland , I live in England). As soon as I finish weeding it’s time to start all over again!
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Poetspeak wrote a new post
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Read MoreBlow Daddy Front seat At a railroad crossing Long freight train moving slowly Eyes closed She’s working her magic Deep South Things amble along He’s about to release Last car passes Horns honk He spews Onward with ecstasy Rear view mirror Guy behind him is pissed Let him wait
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Haha,,,I love how you show what is happening all around. Then the let’m wait had me smiling
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This man doesn’t just cum and go.
Need time to enjoy the after glow.
That fuck bag can wait …Thx Fia
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Hey man, how’s it going? It’s been a while since I read your posts. Great write. No apologies here. Fuck em!
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Hey Keith
Word up ?
Haven’t written much since the DUP demise but thought I should contribute some smut again !!Thx bro
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Hi P.,
I may have told you I’m a quarter French.
And in France you can get away with pretty much anything as long as you mind your language.
Like this one. Direct, no unnecessary chatter, love it!
Needless to say I’m a huge fan of your writes.
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There used to be TV show called DRAGNET. The main character played a police detective and he was known for saying “just the facts” .
So Gus, that’s what I modeled my writing on. Just the facts. Say what I want to say and not much more.A blow job doesn’t need many words, just the passion of someone giving and someone getting …
Thanks for your comment…
Stay tuned
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Passionately penned, Speak. Another excellent write my friend. You always bring you A-game when it comes to telling a story or painting us a picture. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks Damian
I don’t writhe much anymore but occasionally a thought comes to mind and I pen it.
Appreciate the nod !
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Hahaha, don’t know if you intended the humor but it’s there. What else is there to do while waiting on a mile of rail cart. To be honest we really miss those long trains passing by forcing the entire south to slow down even more. America doesn’t use but a fraction of it’s railway potential anymore, we use to move shit
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Humor, mirth and a little attitude …
I’ll tell you one thing, that woman knows what she’s doing …
She calls it her salvation à la mode ….
I call it bliss
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A directional poem…that’s so cool.
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There’s a deeply spiritual feel to this. An interconnectedness that ties all things to each other. For some reason it makes me think of the book Fifth Sacred Thing. So much more than the surface shows
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Atticus Abbey wrote a new post
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Read MoreLike opening a bottle of wine and letting it breathe aged from the tempest corpse a heady scent of decay in the carrion jar of our hollowed cathedral with a lingering caress of your divine worn grace mimicking the...
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That beginning gives life to this poem even though you bring attention to death. I like the turn in position
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Thank you Fia, for reading and commenting.
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The would have opens one mind of the possibility of things never coming to pass. This is good at making me think about all the would have’s