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    The Paper Streets of Bittersmith-on-Sea

    We created an imaginary town  so we could drape our bodies  over sky furniture    Wed into badly drawn chapel  we spoke in ghost as ectoplasm spears,  stitched haunted mist    to cold lips of yesterday    River libraries flowed requiescat verse  into the shopping centre hospital;  intensive care was just...

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    • Once I read sky furniture I knew this was going to be a unique read with
      lots of imagination.
      Then river libraries flowed.
      Just wow. I loved where this took me.

    • The last two lines are epic. It’s a creative write throughout, yes, and the ending sends it higher. What a strong wording, thick with the weight of thought. It’s what makes us better readers, when taking on such things as this. No fluffy bunnies. Bears and wolves with a pen.

      • Think this needs some re-working to be candid Mark, but such compliments from writers (and people) like your good selves, somehow make it worthwhile.

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    Migrating Swallows

    Roll you hair above your neck  let me fortress centuries of love bites  upon your skin, where no warrior  would ever dare cross our moat    The ghost of Caligula  haunts my city walls,  my heart remains legion; my mind is a bruise  which only bleeds kindness, forever chasing...

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    • I like how the poem casts Caligula -a figure known for cruelty -into a haunting, reflective presence. I feel intrigued and a little unsettled: his brutal history seeps through with a mild, almost playful sadism, yet the poem channels that darkness into a tender, romantic meditation on desire, resilience, and the quiet power of love. Beautiful.

      • An artistic and intriguing comment. I lived in the English city of Chester for some time and it’s steeped in Roman history,. Think it may have had some bearing on this scribble. Thank you.

    • Passionately penned, Ghosteen. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Thank you D

    • Effective personal storytelling through historical abstractions. Your words are both sharp and tender. Always glad to see you posting here.

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    Within the Night

    Word rubble and the corpses within  I can no longer build temples from ruins    Let me whisper snow from your hair  massage the sun into your shoulders and back,  turn every clock in this flat to interlude    I care little that your past maybe...

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    • Cleverly penned, Ghosteen. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • I enjoyed the beginning trickles of affection.
      Then the dam broke at the confession!
      I grinned the whole time:)

    • There’s a beautiful tension here –between ruin and tenderness, poetry and flesh. It’s as if love is both the wreck and the rebuilding, the prayer and the profanity. “Poetry passport will only travel me so far” might be one of the truest lines I’ve read about desire’s limits. Beautifully penned, Rob!

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    Late Nite Maudlin Street and a Siren Sings

    Placed guitar strings inside your soul orchestra where America never quite plays Wales   There was once a three day love affair and I still curate her mascara upon my pillow, my life is just a museum and mausoleum   If the Atlantic was mere poetry each stanza...

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    • Hello Rob,

      ​This has been a fun and truly rewarding collaboration. When I first read your poem, those lines – “I still curate her mascara upon my pillow, The siren, bride to desire, / Will simply sing” -immediately stood out to me. I felt your voice was reflective, a curator of memory waiting for a shift.

      The Siren is that shift!  I focused on making her the immediate, visceral answer to your poem. You introduced the idea of the wave and the summons, and I wanted my poem to embody the full force and consequence of invoking an elemental creature of the sea. It was about taking your reflection and turning it into a moment of pure, overwhelming action.

      ​Thank you so much for the prompt; I genuinely enjoyed writing this with you. I really love this kind of improv and following an established energy.

      ​On a completely different note: If you liked “The Siren” and want to try another style, I can also do rap! I used to be in a gamer group where the young people would try to battle rap me in impromptus, and I’d completely destroy them. Hahaha. Just a thought for a future experiment!
      ​I enjoyed this so much. I hope you did too.
      ​RomaJ

    • My pleasure. You are an absolute diamond and please promise me this, never ever stop shining.

      A rap battle? My sweet Lord, I’m just an indie man at heart. Challenge accepted, but you will have to give me a wee bit of time. I will need the advice of my friends. Lol.

    • That is one of the kindest things anyone has ever said to me -thank you! I promise to keep shining as long as you promise to keep writing.

      ​Haha, the rap battle reference is a funny story! I used to hang out in a gamer community where the young folks often started lyrical battles. I ended up joining in just for fun -I love rhyme and could go all day! It made for some great memories. Take all the time you need. I fully respect a rap battle that requires a council of advisors. Thank you for this fun collaboration.

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    Silently Drowning

    It was red wine streams  which flowed me to their grave    I only wished to tell them   how much I missed them,  but there was something  in the Welsh air, which  stopped my lips from moving    The closest bar  was a lifetime away,  who told the barmaid...

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    • You’re on a tear lately, Rob. Which is good for us as your audience!
      You sir are truly a poet. Even if you scoff at such titles. LOL.
      I love where this write took me, in my own visuals. just enough detail to create a scene, for us to be bystanders to with our own eyes in our brains.

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