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      understanding

      laughter of hate, inside me debating whether to stay or leavecallous affection is the affliction, as of latemorose of feeling, with lust shown for others and for me nonededicated need holds me to youa love that hurts dictates desireinside...

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      • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Heartfelt write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Chère C.,
        A thumbs up from the Netherlands.
        And what do the world famous Macs says?
        I’m loving it.
        Your writes I mean. I’m not eating the Macs.
        I hope your Tuesday will be marvellous, Gus

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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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      • Pretty cool, Daniel. I like the visions that it creates easily for the reader. With an artistic flair of course.

      • The opening lines set a fragile, haunting mood that carries through the poem beautifully.

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