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Thank you Damian 😊
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It’s a beautiful thing when minds sync on one purpose. Your closing line couldn’t define it better!
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Thank you, Kelly;))
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Sweetly sung as whispers. A hint of seductive word play without being graphic. I like the subtlety. Leave the reader to build their own visions as they read. Well crafted Fia.
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Thank you, you know I can be “in your face” with the graphics. But I can tone it down as well.;))
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Thank you, Hj xx
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Nicely done, Fia. Your romantic side is showing. 🙂
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(giggling) I can be romantic. Thank you, Tim;))
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🙂 I’ll bet you can.
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I am keeping all this romance together.;))
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Superb and sensual. Excellent.
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Thank you, Thomas;))
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Nicely done, Fia, but it seems to need just a bit of punctuation to help with the flow, I wasn’t sure at first how to read it, stopping after each line, then going, “Oh, I see it now.” Nice work.
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Thank you, FlatDaddy;))
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You can beat an egg and a drum and a carpet .. and a few other things besides .. but you just can’t beat a bit of sync now can ya eh’ .. Very much enjoyed the ride Fia .. Neville 😎👍
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Thank you, Neville;))
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Hold on we have to go back to the beginning, we will return on your tightness
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Thank you, Me;))
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Fia, this read like an erotic encounter of a bewitchingly soft yet libidinal ambrosia. There is magic here that takes me into the heart of the poem. I could feel the silken sheets and that last line has to be the most original and brilliant ending “liquid ambrosia”.
John
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I wanted it be soft. Thank you
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Read MoreComing to terms with the self, in ways unique to the self days over days. Seekers seek the self. Stealth in a wealth of shadows. The mist of this hallucinatory height Is made of: Mountain. This pen a font of Fountain. Chips pushed forward lips speaking onward to the seeking: Stalwart Poet. You fuckin know it. World I Set on Fire ***Cipher Poems***
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So burn it all my friend, with your firesome pen!
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Dope vibe!!!
Much respect
Naaj
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Read MoreFrozen are the arms of anticipation how quickly does ice turn into rust? Please tell me that your eyes are pearls anchored to every tanker ever sunk, my horizon is becoming narrower in the wake of every day Just returned from the coast and how the...
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hello dearest Rob wowee that’s quite a write I loved the ending ❤️
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so kind brenda, thank you x
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Rob, your poem is like a fever dream. I was instantly gripped by the desperate longing and brutal cynicism, and I loved the image of the Autumn chill being “chloroform to every dream buried under sand.” The sudden “Fox News” line completely took me off guard, but I found its cynical, real-world punch hilarious amidst the rawness. It’s a relentless plea – a cinematic scramble toward desire. Unforgettable.
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Slip inside my dreams Roma and place cinema scripts upon my skin. I could Sunday scribble a thousand words, but in the interest of public decency, I won’t
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Damian DeadLove and
Kelly Scheppers are now friends
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Read MoreGood morning midnight, leave my dreams unopened in the ashtray I still feel like a thief Waiting for the moon to bleed Some nights simply swell the lungs inhale pairs of open legs and death’s apostrophe, fearful to exhale for desire can choke and the last comma is...
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Good morning, midnight. I felt the pulse of your poem in my chest, lungs swelling with fear and desire, words draping around me like sirens and streetlights. Each line carried me through a fevered promenade of longing, loss, and muted poetry. “The last comma is so close to coma” – that line stayed with me, a sharp, exquisite ache.
The collab <3
Ghosteen, It's always a pleasure to read your poetry.
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At the risk of repetition, where the fuck have you come from? Those from DUP know the last few years have been terminally cruel. But there is no self-indulgence or self-pity from me. Congratulations, you are now a poetry citizen of my beloved Wales! No need for passports, just leave your neck exposed, so every welcome can be a love bite.
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Beautifully penned, Fia. Incredible write my friend, really like this a lot. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian