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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Lighthouse Wife
I married a man of the sea.
Salt lives deep in his bones.
The horizon rests in his eyes
like something he once chased
and never fully left behind.They told me the war was over.
The uniform folded.
The medals sleeping in a drawer.
The world moving forward
as if violence were a season
that knew how to end.But…Read More
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Thank you, Harriet 🙂
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Monochromatic
if you think about it…
they don’t have a lot of talent
there’s really only one color in their palette
and even that’s growing thin
so busy painting fences with their hatred
they’re not even trying to pretend
hyper-focused on us vs them(like there’s really any difference
blood…bones…organs…tissue…
all the…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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It is strange how for some people their desire for easy, quick answer to complex problems fools them until reality sets in and they discover what their lack of understanding smacks them upside the head. I always found this pithy quote from MaoTse tung appropriate: “Nothing is hard in this world if you dare to scale the heights.” -Curt
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Failing to look too far down the road will often result in a crash or a near crash. Immediate answers aren’t usually complete. Thank you, Curt
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I know Burl, my name’s Furl, my lips curl, I’m your girl!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
This gross mask, your big ask, the gas flask, my head cask!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I hate this, I can’t hiss, I can’t kiss, I can’t piss!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
The gas stinks, my face pinks, one eye winks, my hair kinks!
It’s Cryi…Read More![]()
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Oops! I missed some days, oh well:
I Saw Her Crying in Tom Planter’s Field
I saw her crying in Tom Planter’s field,
The blonde-haired girl in black nobody knows,
Her eyes were hollowed out, her raw lips peeled,
She wore a silver bullring through her nose.
She bore the scars of herbicidal birth,
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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
INK MY PEN
It’s your poetry
That I love
That makes you pretty
I simply think of…My ink sets on you
To find that passion
That I want to talk to …
Show me your fashionBlack and white
Add some red
I don’t want it so bright
Toast my Texas BreadA letter to a word
It’s not spelled right
Nothing I ever heard
I’m writing thi…Read More![]()
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I love your ink. HJx
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Your ink is fine / it tastes like wine / so much better than mine? Oh well, I tried. I enjoyed the read, thanks. -Curt
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Awww cute thank you for liking. Red Wine is always the best.
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Excellent.