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Read MoreBlow the wind down against the rusted gallows of decayand broken bones swallowed by the cold fingers of thenarrator's aftershave and 5 o'clock shadow echoing theanvil, tying the man down
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Thank you. It’s all fiction. I write 90% fiction.
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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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Read MoreStatic radio gives me the shakesSensitive to light, my belly achesRed holes infected my suspicious legGreen water mucus as baby Jesus loves to beg Pill popping dope creates a milk dud of a manThe white swans turn black, sacrifice the...
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That’s frikin awesome ⭐
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Thanks man. Appreciate the comment.
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Powerfully penned, Keith. This write has layers my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Glad you enjoyed Damian. Thanks!!
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It reads like a song. I enjoy the lyrical quality and the way the rhyme and cadence propel the reader through this brutal inventory of sickness and despair. It has the perfect structure for a darkly beautiful rock ballad.
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Cool. Love the description you wrote. Thanks Romaj.
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This is brilliant, dear Keith – the imagery, the use of opposites and the meaningful words! The end of September is the beginning of a new and pretty dark season. Yes it is all letting go, decay and death. But nature shows us how to die with dignity and grace. Birth and death belong to the same circle of life. Hope guides us through the valley of shadows until we reach the light again.
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A lovely comment Elke. Thank you.
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I love nursery rhymes. Waiting for more!
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Thanks Paulo. You rock!
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Dear Poet, this poem is a brutal, metallic self-imprisonment. The rusted gallows, the echoing anvil, the cold, pressing imagery – I can feel the inescapable weight of existence in every line. Even the aftershave lingers