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Read MoreApril 10th begins the moment the sun gives up. Not sunset, no, that’s too polite. This is a surrender, a quiet folding of light as the neighbourhood prepares for its true rulers to wake. Because on the 10th, every cat in the neighbourhood remembers its lineage. They rise from porches, from cardboard...
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Thanks, appreciate you!
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Wicked ass cats! Stay away. Humans don’t have 9 lives like they do. Cats are spooky and mysterious. This piece is well thought out and fun to read. Great poem my friend
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Big hug to you, Keith.
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Beautifully penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Another excellent write with magnificent storytelling my friend. This is an amazing read and I really love how you nailed the personality of our feline counterparts. Awesome series brother. Appreciate you.
Damian
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This April sequence is meking me very happy indeed. Appreciate you, brother.
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 10th — The Night of Running Cats and Star Eyes
April 10th begins at dusk.
It is not a daytime day.
It belongs to the hour
when the sky bruises purple
and the first streetlamp flickers
like a nervous prophet.This is the night
when all the cats in the neighbourhood
wake up from their daylight disguises
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXIII
Yaraa, my love for you is
radioactive, holding a life
line of ten thousand years.
Its glow shines a path onlyyou can find, and follow. My
touch can ignite the desire
that pulsates in your blood,
and frees your heart.The world may end, civilizations
crumble, oceans dry up, the sun
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Read MoreTo dance in the shadowswhere the current hums.Dancing to watch the fire risein a pen whose words are not mine.Yet I write.......And with each strokethe page is lava.The page is a strangerI will never touch.But still I write.......The pen...
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Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write my friend. Sometimes all you can do is enjoy the ride when it comes to writing. I can relate. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks Damian! Happy Friday to you!
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This is good Brandon. I love seeing how people write about the pen and paper experience.
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I appreciate that! How many times have any of us sit and looked at something we wrote and were gobsmacked wondering where it came from?
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I love the repetition of “I write” in this. It highlights each of the longing thoughts perfectly. Much enjoyed!
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Thank you 🙂
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Sometimes it flows and sometimes it’s a struggle.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Par that opening is so cool. The moment the sun gives up..wish I thought of that. like the poem.