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    Bah humbug it's that time of year,fill our fat bellies,guzzle some beer.Over do everything,shop till we drop,Christmas a circus,a giant big top.It's not about family, not anymore,it's more about getting and what you can score.It's stressful and lonely for...

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    A Poem Without

    I wish you would hear my emotions ascend and screamFrom the depths a stream of consciousness flowingLike a huge wall of sound swelling within a dreamMaybe then you could give this poem a title Like tidal waves slowly rising on...

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    • hello dearest Wallly this poem says how I feel…I asked God today if there was any real love you know two people really loving each other…great write ❤️

      • hi crim, hope you’re doing well. Thank you. Yes, it’s difficult to find a soul mate in today’s world, even though her and I went through different paths for a decade we found each other again. Hope you had a great Christmas and wishing you a happy new year.

    • Powerfully penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    House of Corpses (Preview)

    My name is Billy Bedoe, and in the sweltering summer of 1969, I encountered the devil incarnate. Her name was Jolie Wheeler, who was 57 years old at the time, and what we nowadays know as a psychopath. I...

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    My Obsession

    Shall I tell you a story or keep it in a poem Shall I tell you a story or take you home   Some verses are hidden secrets that should not be spilled love requited and forbidden but if I tell you, my lips would not be...

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    • So this is your song if only…I like it.

    • A song played on a radio, as a teen-aged girl dreams of that secret crush she has. I’m sure that this lyrical gem has been played for so many young women, and men. It’s called a crush because thats what it feels like in our chests, huh!

    • Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. I really like this a lot. Appreciate you, cuz.

      Damian

    • Chère F.,
      Every time I discover more reasons to love your write to bits.
      And this is also such an event.
      At the end of your poem, you offer a possibility to choose. Simply wonderful, but it reminds me of a song I once wrote. A long long time ago. And its title is Bevrijdingsdag. Translated: liberation day. I wouldn’t write a song with such a title today, but that’s another story.

      The chorus of the song is forceful and perhaps a bit extreme. It translates like this:

      You said ‘Married’ – and I said so what
      I’d love to choose if I may
      Don’t talk to me about divorce
      Everyday’s liberation day

      And then I asked the public:
      You’ve heard it. She said ‘married’. But didn’t say who is married, so it’s up to you to choose.
      – is he married
      – is she married
      – are they both married, but not to each other

      Raise your hands!

      And I would let the public decide. And I would have three songs ready to fit the decision.
      A situation, prone to personal ‘colouring’. My personal colouring that is. I’m not On a stage for nothing.

      Yes, a bit of a long reply. But maybe an idea 💡 for if and when you’re going to do some beat poetry. The public will love you all the more for this kind of surprises. Really.
      I’m a huge fan of open mic evenings; maybe I can transfer some of the excitement to you.
      Other than that: keep them coming, please.

      Warm regards, Gus

      • I do not mind long replies. I am happy that this ignited a memory and that you are encouraging me to do open mic. I would love to read it. No worries. I will use a translator. Thank you for loving my work. poems and stories.

    • Very nice indeed ma’am .. Neville 😎🌻👍

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    Descent Into Heaven - Lady of Sorrow

    “I don't feel pain, I don't feel alive, yet no angels in the bright moonshine.”   The lady of sorrow confided to herself aloud in a whisper. One so delicate, it could vanish like flying dust should she be loud.   But she was standing stoically at...

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