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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Key
When did you get the key to my door
It’s been locked for so long
I remember when I put the bolt and nail it to the floor
Fear and hurt infused the metal like a song
You inserted a key
Turned it to the right
I stood before you
I the softest moonlight
You really looked at me
Realizing what I was w…Read More
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) wrote a new post
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Wicked ass cats! Stay away. Humans don’t have 9 lives like they do. Cats are spooky and mysterious. This piece is well thought out and fun to read. Great poem my friend
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Beautifully penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Another excellent write with magnificent storytelling my friend. This is an amazing read and I really love how you nailed the personality of our feline counterparts. Awesome series brother. Appreciate you.
Damian
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 10th — The Night of Running Cats and Star Eyes
April 10th begins at dusk.
It is not a daytime day.
It belongs to the hour
when the sky bruises purple
and the first streetlamp flickers
like a nervous prophet.This is the night
when all the cats in the neighbourhood
wake up from their daylight disguises
and remember who they t…Read More -
Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write that gives me musing vibes my friend. You know how I dig your musings. Amazing work as always. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
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That last line is a stone dropping into the pond. Solid slap of reality. Doesn’t stop us reaching, does it?
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 9th — The Breakthrough of Impossible Realities
April 9th does not arrive.
It erupts.It tears a seam in the morning,
a thin, shimmering wound
through which light leaks sideways,
as if the day itself
has forgotten how to behave.This is the day of breakthroughs,
not the gentle kind,
not the kind that whisper
you’re doing fin…Read More - Load More Posts
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What a subtle erotic poem Fia. The key turns, oh the possibilities!! -Curt