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Read MoreHis charm was a polished, empty cup.From a distance, it gleamed, an object of desire,but if you peered inside, there was nothingbut a cold, echoing vacuum.He was the sun and the moon of their small world,and he demanded that...
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Read MoreThe sun, a fat, lazy hog in the Arkansas sky, was startin' to dip its snout below the Ozark foothills, paintin' the Land of Goshen in hues of bruised peach and old whiskey. Down by the Piggly Wiggly, Cletus...
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Read MoreMelancholy sits quietly and I with herwith a gentle remider to breathewe watch the cotton candy clouds flow byas we lie watching blue skiesa stark contast to our moodhurt on a colorful dayit seems wrong and out of placethe...
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hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously I’m happy you liked it ❤️
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Lovely piece Brenda. The words are marvelously woven to create a delicate, fragile piece of poetry. xo
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hi dearest Keith good evening thank you my friend I can be gentle when I want to ❤️
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I wonder if that spider, doing what nature intended, ever said to himself – what a lovely day it is today?
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I don’t know dearest Tim I believe if we listen we can hear nature and the earth talk…it is at all possible…everything has a frequency thank you for your thoughts ❤️
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Such a fine verse. I really needed that. TY & hugs+++
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hello dearest Jim thank you graciously I know my metaphors are funny I’m happy it worked for you ❤️
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Read Morepart one:All addictions start with suffering.All addictions end with suffering.part two:Addiction beginswhere silence screams.Voids filled withthe cold retreat of alcohol,tobacco’s dry whisper,the sharp thrill of cocaine,gambling’s pulse,screens pulsing past midnight,the slow hunger for shopping,the aching need for moisture from...
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hello dearest Benny my pain is just too great to live any other way I’ve really honestly tried more than once and I will never willingly put myself through that again… this is powerful if you have a better way to cope I am happy for you my friend ❤️
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The root cause of all suffering is thinking.That’s where the answer lies.
I coped by reading as much as I could about depression, grief,the way our minds work and trick is.The best material,without sounding religious,was in Buddhism.
Happy to share some authors with you if you’re interested.
🙏🙏🙏🙏
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Intelligent poem here dude. Well said and well executed.
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Brilliant work.
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Read MoreThe moonlight, a rather ambitious floodlight really, considering the ambient glow from the Stewart’s Shops down the road, bathed Brenda Higgins’ modest Poughkeepsie backyard. She was perched on her porch swing, a fleece blanket around her shoulders despite it...
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Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, really dig this one a lot. Appreciate you.
Damian