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    Water Witch

    Where do dragonflies go to dieIs there a tiny Avalon somewhere in the skyWill there be tiny Pygmy riders on aerial glidersIs there truly peace for such an ancient fighter The halls of Valhalla shall ring with names of miniature...

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    • I love this. The image of them getting ready for battle and how you gave us the view of Valhalla and the God’s.
      Welcome to Stars Rite I_is Me.

    • Your comment truly out did the piece and made it worth the writing. Hahaha, now what are we twisting while writing, honestly most times there is no twist. We have a serious fear of plagiarism, so definitely no music and only occasionally twisting while writing. Thanks you Lady

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    Maybe you can figure it out.

    Week 1 I can't think of anything.Maybe I'll eat a pop tart or somethin. ~~~ Week 1 1/2... Hmm? Maybe I can write about...nah. How about.......nah. ~~~ Week 2 NuthinMaybe I'll watch a horror movie.The Alien Factor's a good one.It's one of those really...

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    • Hi, Relic! I’ve gotten so used to calling you that over the years, haha. I love how this poem captures the chaotic, procrastinating, wandering mind of the creative process. It’s like watching inspiration play hard-to-get while snacks, horror movies, and classical music are your sidekicks. The pacing — week by week, half-week by half-week — perfectly mirrors that slow, frustrating march toward an idea…until the rain shows up, like a cosmic mic drop! Haha. It’s a funny and oddly hopeful meditation on creativity’s mysterious timing.

      • Thanks for the comment, Romaj. The timing has always been mysterious to me. Just when I think I’m done something pops up out of nowhere. Go figure. :))

    • Powerfully penned, Tim. The life of a writer has peeks and valleys. “I’ve lost my mojo. He ain’t risin.” A reference to the Lizard King?? Probably not, either way I dig the write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Oh yeah, Jim was on my mind when I wrote that for sure. Thanks for the comment.

    • So, Relic, huh? I thought I recognized those keystrokes. Good to see you here, another refugee from that lost cafeteria of broken crockery. Nice write, Tim. It’s like you were looking over my shoulder.

      • LOL Yes, I still check in to WC but I’m here more after the last debacle. It was nice of the owner to finally check in and fix some things. Thanks for the humorous comment, Flatdaddy. Much appreciated. 🙂

        • You are more than welcome. btw, I wrote a scathing letter to the owner about all the downtime, the constant hectoring by folks wanting to “represent us” and the porn — two days later the site was up and running again. Don’t know if my letter helped or not, but I hope that was it. Maybe he’ll pay more attention now. 🙂

          • I believe Jacob also complained but got nowhere. Perhaps your letter was a nudge in the right place. I complained about the porn years ago but to no avail. There’s too much of it and it degrades the site. Hopefully you’re right and the owner pays more attention, but we’ll see. I haven’t got much faith in him.

            • I hear that. I know several others who tried to reach Charley about WC problems, with no results. Perhaps mine got to him at some propitious moment — or maybe it was just coincidence, so long as he fixed it, I don’t care. But then, we are here now, aren’t we? And gee, everything here is just dory hunky, huh?

              • haha, so far it is. I like this site and I’m glad to see people came over from WC.

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    White Coin

    Too many years wasted, life poorbecause I spent them unwisely.So quick to be a have-not,squandering a wealth of days. Befitting then, to staya silhouette, asideyour passing light.My hat in my hands;have mercy for me.Be as generous as I hope you are.May the moon that glows upon you,be a white coin, enriching my night. Someday, when I burn,when what's left of mewill be urn'dinto crack-rocks of bone,chop me, linear and longlike I always was,with a starter credit card.Pretend I wasn'tso close to worthless after all. But, I can't stop you,if you want,from laying me pronein the ground.Holding me down,with a tombstone;Come read, anytimewhat I meant to you.A love that went away,spent with quartersof the partial moon. ~ I will tell the other ghoststhat we were fantastical.You, a unicornwith your black mane, andpiercing eyes.One of a kind, thatI, the dragonleft the hollowof my mountain for. I faked fire with my words.Yet it still felt warmwhen you were cold.And with you whenI stretched in bed,arms overhead,it was the closestI ever came to flying.As your smile offeredsilent applause.Maybe that was my best-effort at rising, eclipsingthat white coin.And I can saythat I was a dragon once. ~ Tonight, still alive,I crack the window;a slot between glass and sill.The one white coin slips through,and I'll spend my portion on you.With all of your ample generosity;It's the least I can do. ~~~

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    • I’m proud to say I’m a writer when I read poems like this. It has integrity and image. You’re a great writer, Styx.

    • Well I’m glad that you continue to write in here, Tim. To me, this is a group effort for all of us to enhance our abilities.
      For years, decades even, I kept my material mostly to myself. A shy writer. LOL. Yet, no, open up and give and take.
      Thanks for your encouragement Tim. I do try.

    • This is sweet and has many layers to it. I do like the way you say the moon is a coin.

      • Hello Fia!
        I liked the idea and then I just wrote. But I had no idea where it would go or what the outcome would be. I surprise myself sometimes, with my results. I’m an audience to my own writing, if that makes sense!
        Thank you for the nod, too.

    • This poem reads like a quiet confession beneath the moonlight. I love how the “white coin” becomes a symbol for time, memory, and love — spent, lost, and offered again. The dragon and unicorn imagery gives it a fable-like weight, while the emotions remain deeply human. It’s wistful, tender, and quietly generous in its final offering.

      • Thank you for that thoroughly kind comment. I wasn’t sure what I was after, when I decided to start writing “something’. So it is sort of a mosh perhaps. The contemplations of life and love making it through it all, I suppose?
        Your comment is quite generous, thank you.

    • Your use of symbolism is a joy my friend.

      • Everything is something…
        As I age, I’m trying not to be a hoarder! LOL. Yet I like lots of random things, trinkets, etc. But I do need to thin out my stuff. I may be moving sooner rather than later.

    • Oh how to comment on this! It’s stunning and heartfelt.
      Truly an epic write. My eyes got a little teary and my smile kept smiling throughout the whole read.
      Each section took me somewhere new but the emotion carried over smoothly.

      What a talent you are and a blessing:)

      • Well, I am definitely blessed the past few years. Finding DUP, and the many talented and electic writers, seemed to have inspired me to write more.
        And then, you. Incredible fortune to have you in my life, baby. I love you.

    • Beautifully penned, Mark. Into the book it belongs! Love the depth and layers of this one my friend, excellent storytelling per usual. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thank you Sir Damian. I’m surrounded by some wonderful writers in here, so I have to pull my weight yaknow! LOL

    • Kinda like a romantic Lord Of The Ring or Game of Thrones, like this along with your word play within the piece. Tight

      • What’s up!
        I feel that too many times my endings suck. LOL. Yet I tend to ramble too long in a write as well. I’ve been working on shortening my writes lately. Hopefully it pays off.
        I was definitely looking at this as a bit of a romanticism, yes. Not over done though. Sappy is softening us all. LOL

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    Storms and Stillness

    An approaching storm encroaches onquiet stillnesswhile two candles glowon a desknear a windowwith flames hoveringabove a poet's verse.Far off, thunder rollsunyielding,ready to answer sharplyquarreling clouds.As light flashesacross the skyrain probes the windowwith its delicate fingers.In minutesthe gutter overcrowdswith rainwater...

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    • Mother Nature knows what she is doing before a storm.
      The air gets still but you can feel it. The presence of something powerful brewing.
      This whole piece gave that. I especially loved the stanza about the glass with delicate fingers!
      And I love that pic amigo!

    • Wonderful. Thoroughly vivid with the descriptive lines sewing it all together. We can see it, feel it even. Excellent poem Tim.

    • Powerfully penned, Tim. Amazing imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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