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Read Moredwindles the eve as the day dies shortwinter weeps for no oneshiver in its cold embracecynical fact sarcastic lamentthere are few things I like lessthen a grey unforgiving daytormented wonder my delusions of granduerseeking the Gods of yesterdayto amuse...
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good evening dearest Styxian thank you graciously these are just feelings and fears I try to always write in a current mindset I’m happy it worked for you have a beautiful Evening ❤️
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Oh! This is good, Brenda. Right up my alley.
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hello dearest Adagio thank you graciously it’s so funny to me it happens to us a lot and I swear I didn’t even peak at your poem till after ❤️have a great day…
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sometimes, even the sun cannot help when a “cynical fact sarcastic lament” is involved, but becomes magnified when the day is grey. and sometimes there are only vague answers to our ceaseless whys, and yet we cannot help but ask for them. Ironic isn’t it? we are born, we live, we die, and in between these events, there is only the moment and what we do with each one of them. Did we only exist? Or did we make a difference?
Thanks for your poem, Crimsin. I enjoyed reading it and where it led me.
Curt
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreThis Garden Lilacs in odor, to recall the perfumeof maiden's amore, in her casting roomVelvet and violet, tender but todayfor each casts its memory away. Roses thick, with pink and blush-a just kissed cheek, the stolen rushWhen courage meant to quickly stealthis budding flower, and grant it, real. Tulips tipping, to the dew, please satethis thirst begins, if passion wanesAnd drunkards, we, crushing vinessucking our fingers, of green-grape wines. It's a natural thing for meThis garden, I grow for thee. And all encompassed, by a forested gateto frustrate all, that dare penetrateHidden, but very proudly, minethat reaps, that grows, that shines. And to toil tirelessly, just to comparethis golden evening, and your raven hairThis soil I turn; A bed tucked inrecalling how your arms held me then. These blooms that lift their hopes to the sunjust like I did, once we were oneAnd upon your chest, in red, blushedare pink roses, two, both full-flushed. How I clamored, over sudden flowersfrom sun to moon, became fertile hoursTo think I'd ever walk away, this fieldthis earth, this Eden, this ever-real. A tulip, one, and the dew satisfieda craving far greater, so intensifiedIt held its head up and spoke of Springand how sudden it comes, once winter flees. And in this forest, prepared to standthis stead garden, this fertile landI prepare the fruits, of thy hunger's needto fill the basket, with resulting seed. It's a natural thing for meThis garden, I grow for thee. ~~~
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hello dearest Styxian this is very beautiful, sensual and romantic…I have a garden dream to I always picture wisdom is there walking through the garden having philospohical conversations with Eve it is a curious thing… this is beautifully written and your metaphors are just right to evoke deep feeling ❤️
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Hey Crims! I’ve edited this one so many times, trying to get the rhymes and meter tight. I’m not much into this type anymore, but it’s good practice for my ol’ brain. LOL
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I love this. The rhyming is sooo good!
Dare I say perfect, yes I think I will.
I think about your back yard and all the hibiscus 🌺 back there.
This isn’t too far fetched 🙂Love it and you!
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Well my love, no flower compares to you!
Don’t forget the monster bougainvillea! (yes, i had to look up that spelling, LOL). It’s taking over the yard! Wanna come play gardener with me?
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Beautifully penned, Mark. A very passionate write indeed my friend. Excellent work as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Hello Sir Damian!
I don’t write many rhyme/meter poems much. It’s hard for me to get deep into my feels if I do. Freestyle is my obvious choice, because I can detail them better. But any rate, I do attempt to test some creative builds like this from time to time. And no, no AI assist either. (Seems many do lean on AI nowadays).
Anyway, thanks dude. I enjoy your dropping by’s !
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Look at you going all rhymey! This is so lovely, well done.
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Hey you!
This was a major task to write! And several edits to get it to where I’m satisfied with it. I’m proud of it for the effort verses the result it took. So when I get any acknowledgement for it, I can breathe a sigh of relief! Thank you!
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This has such a ye olde sonnet vibe to it. It flows and builds great imagery. Trying to write in a rhyming fashion fractures my brain. Well done!
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Trust me, it wrecked my brain big time! I hacked at it quite alot. I actually had some more “ye olde sonnet” type words in it, but took them out because I didn’t want it to seem pretentious. If that makes sense. I also doubt that I can ever write one quite as solid as this one, as far as the build of it. again. Maybe if I break out the old pencil and paper, so I can erase a hundred times. LOL. (I still write on paper sometimes, because it holds a unique touch to me.
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I’m not used to seeing rhymes from you so this was a pleasant surprise. Your poems are always a pleasure to read. Great job here, this to me is a dedication poem and one well written.
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Hello Tim. I started out as a rhyming kid. LOL. But as I got older and read more contemporary material, it changed my preferences. It was more in tune with my “feelings”.
But, I have a few attempts here and there, to stay mentally sharp I suppose. So I appreciate the nod for my result. these ain’t easy for me. If for anyone.
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Read MoreThe Audio and Media files are being worked on. It is not a simple fix and will take time. Sorry for the inconvenience.
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Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Read MoreWind rushing through the opened window. My mouth still covered by his digits. I see the airflow rattle the leaves of the petty flowers he got me in the kitchen. “I’mma make you a widow if you don’t quit your...
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Thank you so much 🙏🏻💕
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SHIT!! FUCK!! It’s hard to know what to say. I wish I had the words, but anger gets in the way.
The only thing I can think is: Drieks, you know that you are a human being, a woman, and nothing he says is true. You know this right? Deep down inside you, you know, and believe, not just the words but the reality of being, of being you, whole, wonderful, and worth being alive.
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Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent write my friend, thank you for sharing your truth. Appreciate you.
Damian
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The title says it all till death.
It sounds romantic in wedding vows. It clarifies your commitment to each other but sometimes things change.
Not for the better. This write is a clear example of how it can manifest into a nightmare except it’s real.
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That was very difficult to read, my friend. I am so glad you wrote this years ago. I am certain you are no longer in that situation nor any other like it. You are too, too strong now to ever again allow that.
There is so much power in your writing, Drieks. I’ve been listening to your work and re-reading the words and constantly amazed; I keep turning other people on to you. Keep up the good work; you are one of our best — and I do not mean just here. I mean anywhere, everywhere.
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Read MoreMirislavka Without any doubt all the village boys wanted her .. Those with a pulse, pubes and piercings did anyway .. The rest were either far too young, or too old to even contemplate what they each knew to be unobtainable .. Even those feral twins who every now and...
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Desire and lust–she certainly has the right stuff to stir emotions and fan passionate flames inside of boys, men, and grandpas who ain’t dead yet. She reminds me of the gas station owner’s wife who’d sell us boys cokes and peanuts, then send us away with big lumps in our pants. (Through no fault of her own–all she did was make change and smile) Thoughts of your Mirislavka will be with me all day.
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Bless you Sam you just made this old fella’s day .. Kindest of regards, Neville 😎👍
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Passionately penned, Neville. Excellent write with brilliant detail and wonderful storytelling my friend. Outstanding work. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Many thanks Damian .. sentiments reciprocated .. Neville 😎👍
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well this is quite grand. It’s like you were fighting the urge of feeling overwhelmed. So you wrote out an incantation to ward off the bad spirits? You slayed it!
Really interesting write, Crims. Very much so.