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    Love is the Blood Donor

    The cursor blinks  as the last whisky drip  from the final bottle on  highway ‘where do we go from here’    Our saviour turns  wine into words  and we all drink, be merry,  fucked on verb and vowel aperitif   the last supper is merely a dot.com away    Your love for each other inspires and it's the colour of snipers'...

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    • This is so sweet I am sure they are going to love this.

    • Hahaha. This is brilliant my friend.
      Where would we be without being inspired!
      It just feels so good when we catch it, you know, that special feeling to grab our pens like wands and connect it to paper.
      This write has my brain firing on all cylinders amigo!
      Thanks for the blood/love rush!
      I am honored:)

      And Honoria is one of my favorite human beings.
      You have me in great company!

    • Dear R,

      I enjoyed the edginess of this write and the spotlight on two fabulously lovely people who’ve supported all of us in kindness and encouragement. Fourth stanza was very reminiscent of the previous site and watching A and S grow their love. Truly wonderful write of love. While I’m quite sure I’ve done nothing with the regard to the inspiration of this piece to get written, I’m happy to kick anyone’s back side if it gets them to writing! Beautiful poem.😘 H🌷

    • Dude, I’m at a loss with what to say. Yes, that happens. Lol
      As I said the other day, I have an online friend for over 25 years now, because of creative writing. We all may write alone, but we revel in it in little groups.
      Saturday I went day-drinking at the VFW with some other veterans. It’s been awhile and they let me know that I was missed.
      An online site has much the same sentiment. it lets you know that you do matter, even a little bit. So thank you, Rob. It’s mutual.
      Who knew back then that me and that punk Del would become a couple! LOL (yes, we call each other punk a lot).
      A side bonus of it all is that we both got to see how “real” the other was. No fake persona, no BS. We are what we write.
      I do try to be sincere and I suppose Del is validation of that.
      Happy New Year, Rob. ’26 is an open world of opportunity. Snatch it by it’s hair! lol

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    Drop Dead,It's Fucking Hilarious

    So senorita,   lay turkey under tinsel  and tell me, whose ashes are those?    Beyond the cracked urn  I can sniff Lori’s death as cocaine,  darling, my heart remains the  trampoline before your fatal fall    So senorita  I can hear your pulse behind the tapas  who was that man who left you alone in Wales?    Podria amarte?  could I ever....  there is another  a Mother for my  foster kids who...

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    • Dear R,

      For me, in this moment I feel as though in this write, I can hear and feel the pain of loss and missing someone so much every muscle hurts. It’s a beautiful piece of love and doing ones best to keep moving along. H 🌷

      • You are a diamond H. I just wish you believed in yourself a liitle bit more. Of course I have moved on, but I still climb into an empty bed. Someone whispered a secret to me – they told me Bruges is so romantic in the spring

        What a Xmas day that was. My niece is so blonde and attractive and some twat couldn’t keep his hands to himself. No one, and I mean no one, fucks with my family. He was a short little prick (and I never use height as a bully boy tactic) but boy, he got it. My Dad would have been proud of me. End of.

        Nothing more to write Hon. xx

    • I’m a sucker for people who split Spanish and English.
      So this write was a pleasant surprise!
      The whole poem is a gem but the ending is perfection:)

      Merry Christmas 🎄

    • Let it out, Rob. The grief subsides, but the hole remains. We try to find a corner of our soul to store such things in, because they aren’t going away. So, we adjust. Writing is and always will be a tonic for us. You make a good medicine man.
      I had a horrible habit of sticking up for anyone that needed it, back in the day. All the younger years of fighting my brother, I didn’t realize at first how good I was at it. Nowadays I have to be smarter. I’m older, etc. But… LOL
      I loved your write. The capacity to find the words to convey your thoughts isn’t always easy. But you found a way, with a great result. Write on.

      • You totally get me Mark. I’m 56 now and do I ever learn? Probably not. I have a huge scar over my eye and my dear Mam always told me to look in the mirror and learn. God love her, but I never did. Welsh Rob

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    Singing 'Fairytale of New York' in an Empty Karaoke Bar

    As the evening stretches beyond skyscrapers sunset cracks windows and voices, midnight lies as a would-be lover counting her footsteps across Brooklyn Bridge to an anonymous apartment, where she imagines waking to her lipstick on his coffee cup   Washing machine skies spin skeins of colour red always bleeds into the blue and JFK...

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    • Dear R,

      The visual and imagined images are outstanding in this piece. For me, there such a sense of coping with life especially at Christmas. You incorporate iconic structures of NY throughout giving this an energetic current running underneath the words from start to finish. I really enjoyed seeing the people, appreciating the buildings and mostly the confessional admission within the piece. Fab write. H🌷

      • As someone once sang, it’s been a good year for the roses. Heart upon heart, life below humility, Christmas 2025 once seemed a distance away. It was only true friendship & family who drove my sleigh. Maybe, one day, I will become a poem. Huge Welsh hugs and thanks H. x

    • The opening catching one’s imagination as you tell us a story through poetry. I enjoyed this.

    • Well now, this is quite a large gift for us readers. Definitely weighty but not overdone. It brings so much to light, as you build the “Blade Runner” scenery throughout.
      really good stuff, Rob. A hell of an offering for the holidays.

      • Never considered the blade runner angle and this is why I always hope to submit on poetry sites. Everyone reads their own perspective. Thank you Mark.

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    Chemo Dreams and Fucking Nitemares

    “Greenish yellow. All ghosts wear clothes of this colour.” Frida Kahlo     Sunrise over a Christmas market, somewhere,  tinsellitis in hollows of a church bell.  knells the beauty of the cancer coming.     Black-coal morning,  flames in the hearth are the same fire  which burns haunted houses down.     All...

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    • Outstanding. Few can grasp the rungs you swing from.
      This is so dirty Chicago snow -write.
      A cramped city, trying to eke out some sort of heat from it.
      Poem of the month, if they did that here.

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    Don't Make Me Over

    Girl, your silver-tipped prose  was going to haemorrhage me   word circus turned me to clown    In octagon of mirrors in the gallery cafe  where lipstick palimpsest on coffee cups  colour rouge all the shades of desire,  I viewed her nipples from eight different angles  through the ‘God?’ emblazoned on her thin t-shirt,   reflected to crack’d promises  who dared walk on broken ice?    China...

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