Thank you Fia!

Thanks for the uplifting words as always Damian 🙏

Thank you Atticus! 🙏

Thank you! Glad you liked it!

Thank you so much! Yeah i love EDM. I’m planning on doing more of it. When i was younger i went to all kinds of hardcore and hardstyle parties haha. I had a hardstyle version for this one planned but decided on a more mellow beat.

Thank you for the kind words Curt!
Haha, i love learning new sayings 😁

Thank you so much, that’s very gracious of you!

You are ALWAYS so, so kind!!! And, now, when I finally have my meds updated, I RUSH to go read your poems I’ve had on the back-burner until I can appreciate them and comment the best, and HP is DOWN for everyone, and with a very ominous message, one that is usually reserved for when a website’s core files have all been deleted, soooo, did Eliot really pull the plug with no notice, as he said he would if the experiment of two months to see if it could make enough money to pay the bills or not was completely? Well, the two months ended to the very day and now the website is gone… I don’t think he was joking around!! Lol. But we have here, but I don’t have your poems you recommended, that short list, to read, and I REALLY want to read them, and comment really fully on them, the size of a critique but much nicer, saying only the good things!! So if you have the here, or can share them here as well, that would be AWESOME!!! But in the meantime, I have two that came to me in my dreams last night to post, so that’s a good thing for me at least. I hope you have all your HP poems backed up, just in case… or to do so if the site comes back up, because I’ve a feeling the day the site NEVER comes back up is a comin’!!!

And thank you again, I love your comments, they always feel so sincere, and “with a tender touch”, I could not have asked for anything more than that in writing of my late mom, thank you m8. Her granddaughter, Angelika-Darlene, wore L’air du temps as well, only on really special occasions as being a nun she didn’t want to be extravagant or an Égoïste, as if she ever could have been with her humble heart, so this was for her as well (PLUS her mama, Monika, wore L’air du temps as well because she smelled it on my mama, loved it, and my mom gave her a BIG Nina Ricci biggest-bottle you could get of L’air du temps that Christmas of 1988 as Kiki’s first Christmas present from anyone in Canada, even opening it before my gift to her. Oh, what memories poetry can bring back to us, huh/?!?