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Agreed Lady. Hahaha, greed, get it? Thank you
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Read MoreI, I am nothing but a thingCan you tell me how to get something out of nothingCause here I stand nothing but a thingCreated of nothing, existing for nothing I oozed from the womb Psych darkened and bent, force into...
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Man, this is a lot of truth. The chemicals we ingest or put in our bodies that cause cancer. This is a very heavy hitter. Nicely done
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Thank you Lady, much appreciation
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This covered just about everything and how much control we really have.
Over our bodies and what we ingest. Lots of information out there now.
This reaffirms do your homework.
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Yes lots of stuff happening now just keep your head up
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Read MoreLove Sonnet I Your words were not of the moon, or the fire of a Rose song full of blood and wine, or of the shadows in the melody; yet, in this yellow moment, when flowers climb through my window, and their fragrance is of you after...
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Awesome. I love love Pablo. He was a big influence on how I developed as a writer.
Your “tribute” here is very well done. Top tier. He’d definitely give you a smile and a nod of acknowledgement, as do I.-
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Thanks for the truly wonderful comment and compliment, Styxian. Pablo was indeed a Grand Poet! I think his poetry flowed from his deep love of the people, their struggles, their love, and their place in the world. He truly was a poet of the people.
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I saw a “Sonnet”, and I immediately click in, though I don’t know how to write them or other forms of poetry, but for me sonnets always held the mysterious allure. It seems You are like me blending love, poetry and nature, and I love this, your first Sonnet feels like a door to an ongoing story… sweet and passionate, may I ask what kind of Sonnet is this? I’m unfamiliar with this form.
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Hi Light. I am not sure how you would define or label a sonnet like this. Pablo Neruda wrote his sonnets in this free style form. It still held to the 14 lines but had a different internal rhythm than the traditional Shakespearean Sonnets. The last 3 lines usually are the heart or twist for the poem. A google search reveals this explanation for his sonnets:
“Pablo Neruda’s sonnet style is characterized by its evocative language, rich imagery, and complex poetic techniques. His sonnets often explore the theme of unending love, using metaphors and sensory details to create an intimate connection between the reader and the poet. Neruda’s sonnets are divided into four sections, each representing a different part of the day, and he uses the sonnet form to convey his message about the timeless relevance and universal appeal of love. His work has been translated into English numerous times, and it continues to resonate with readers around the world.”
Thank you Light for reading, comment and visit.
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Thank You for your response❤️ I am only fimmliar with the classical form of Sonnets, to write Sonnets with Free Style seems my way 😄
Good Coffee Morning ☕
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Read MoreENIGMA YOU Beachcombing for shells, Daydreaming, I found myself Exploring the Atlantic floor Near the Pillars of Hercules And North African shores. The scent of blue/green algae Carried me very gently To the mysterious Sunken City, where Blue Whales come to play And create new songs That takes millennia to...
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Words have weight and motion and I love how this moves a person to feel the words.
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Thank you muchly for your comment, Fia. I appreciate how you see this poem, how it affected you. Exactly, how it made you ‘feel’.
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What a great story. I especially loved when you wrote about words flying off the book.
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Adelphina, I love your comment, thank you. I think words do want their freedom and we poets simply pluck them from wherever they are and arrange them on a page. It was strange, actually, when I captured the word Enigma, Indigo appeared in my mind, like magic.
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Read MoreCynicism Urban(e) smells suffocate our human(e)-ness struggling to remember forests, but still sparing with ghosts. We use to howl and rage, even dance at the Moon - cursing its phases and orangeness. Now we only nod, that American heroin nod as it influences our moods; rationalizing our ability to kill everyone, everything different...
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A haunting reflection on lost humanity. Our instinct to howl and dance muted by indifference, while cruelty parades as normal. The “strange fruit” lingers, reminding us of what we’ve forsaken and what it means to truly see and feel again.
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Thank you RomaJ, I truly appreciate your take on this poem. “Strange Fruit”, a sung by Billie Holiday, is a song about the lynching of Black men during the whole period of “Jim Crow” America (1877-1964). These “lynchings” continue today, not done by KKK, but police terror. In the song, Billie H. talks about “bulging eyes” and “black bodies swinging”. I used birds as a metaphor for this horror.
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The old caste system of have and have-nots. It will never change.