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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXIX Love isn’t always on time, sometimes it travels back country roads, avoiding ruts and detours, and often, gets lost on unmarked lanes of dead ends. And then, then you come across an open field filled with Blue Bells and Poppies, swaying to African...
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Exactly, Willow. And, I think too, this “unexpected love” is or becomes the love of your life!! Thanks for your kind words, Willow, you and they are much appreciated.
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Both beautiful and brilliant… and when it’s unexpected it’s more fulfilling and overwhelming… and… right.
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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXVIII If I wrote you a poem, would you hear me? Would you read me, swallow my metaphors, kiss my similes into oblivion? I only have words to offer, words filled with allegories, stories of how the moon holds my haiku, hoping to be next...
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hello dearest poet this is so beautifully written brimming with feeling and the gift of writer ❤️
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Crimsin, thank you for your kind words on this poem. I am happy you found the ‘beauty’ and ‘feelings’.
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“…splashing alliteration on the pages of your heart.” My, my, how poetically defined! I love your sonnets. What a gift you have of writing them!
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Hi Kelly, you know I always love when I see you commenting on one of my poems. Thank you for ‘splashing’ some words on my poem.
As you can see, this is sonnet number 68, only 32 more to go. Then I will publish them as a tribute to Pablo Neruda.
I hope you are doing well. I must get over to WC soon and see if you posted some more poems there.
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Your love Sonnets are like flowers… each has its own sweet scent, beauty and allure. This is gorgeous.
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Read MorePiano Cello Interludes I am listening to music, piano with cello interludes, thinking about you. I hear the passionate sadness mourning from the cello as the piano weaves hollowness and melancholy from black and white minor keys. I feel the disconnect between the requiem’s movements and the reality of an alive,...
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a pure masterpiece dearest Clive I am utterly enchanted ❤️
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Your “enchantment” thrills me Crimsin, thank you.
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Read MoreRandom Thoughts About You I. The blood streaked across my eye pooling into a pencil point, but acting like it wanted to fight. Instead, it faded, then said goodbye, As you walked out the door. II. The wind whipped across the deck like it was in a hurry...
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hello dearest poet I feel you on this interesting note my children are Aztec as was my ex…he is registered with tribe I never registered my children…I feel for your pain ❤️
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Thank you for visiting Crimsin. One of my long ago ancestors was part of the Native American tribe that inhabited Manhattan when the Dutch arrived. May I ask why you never registered your children as Aztec and into the tribe? Are you Native American?
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no I’m not Native American my ex was we don’t know where he currently is he wanted to register them when they were little but we didn’t do it now the kids need their day to register or go through a lot of red tape as there are large somes of money invoved…they are not asking for that just to be recognized…
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Profound pain does this… when nature seems to reflect all your feelings and You also can’t enjoy anything of it. it’s like two opposite things, the nurture sharing your pains and nature is also going against You. “Random Thoughts About You” is a perfect title, the shattered mind and heart… one thought here, another there, one feeling is here another there… perfect song too, I love Kim Wild version of it. written well with feelings of numbness and emptyness being expressed and delivered clearly. Peace 🕊️ and happiness 💕 my friend.
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Hi Light. I appreciate your comment. I remember Kim Wilde’s version of this song. A more “upbeat” style. While I do like the Vanilla Fudge version, my favorite is still the Supremes’ original. Their version is also more upbeat compared to Vanilla Fudge. Anyway, thanks again for your kind review.
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I share your pain .. but then, I doubt you will be surprised .. nevertheless I am glad I came by this way .. you just helped me make more sense of myself and my world so ya did .. Wishing you well is becoming a reflex my friend .. kindest regards, Neville 👍👍
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Hey there Neville, you are always welcome to walk through my poems. I am glad that this one helped you “make sense of your world, and yourself”. Perhaps now you could shed some light on my jumbled mess. 😕
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Powerful work.
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Thanks Thomas
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Ms. Mary, what a treat to have you comment on one of my poems. So, you think I’m organized, huh? Not if you saw my notebooks. 🤔😂 But I want to make a deal: I’ll be good to me, if you’ll be good to you. 🌹
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Read MoreA Poem -Short, But Way Too Long 1.Miss sippi,back woodspine filledcountry.Pineyville,home of Leroy Boyd James,lynched1959.Pineyville,in the deep Southwhere black bones layon river bottomscause the currentdidn’t carry them away;or lay in unmarked graves.Disappearedunder soggy,red soil,under pine needlesweighed downby horrors unnamedand people...
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Outstandingly and brilliantly written my friend, You brought justice to them… and that last verse! smart very very smart and says it all. It really surprises me how some people thinking is till this day extremist and racist, but truth from where I am and what I’ve seen in the past years, nothing surprising me anymore. I admire your poem and admire You for writing it.
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Okay, I have to say, this brought tears to my eyes. Such imagery should never exist but also never forgotten. I believe you did Nina justice here
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Light, Willow, and Mary, thank you so much for your visit and for your comments on this poem. One of the reasons I became a revolutionary was because of digging deeper into the oppression of Black people. At first, it was more based on a religious basis, but after reading books like Griffin’s, “Black Like Me”; Baldwin’s, “The Fire Next Time”; and “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”, I began to realize it has deeper roots in a whole system, the rise of capitalism and its colonial conquests and genocide and slavery. This led me to Marx and Lenin and Mao, and now Bob Avakian. We do not have to live this way, and we are capable of ending all oppression. This is the reason for those last 2 lines.
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It comes exactly when it means to. Sometimes when we’re not looking. Beautiful poem