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Ghosteen wrote a new post
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They only let me eat with a spoon – no knives or forks in sight. Knife crime is off the scale over here and it’s utterly depressing. Teenage gangs. This poem just doesn’t convey what I really wished to convey / articulate and the xmas metaphor doesn’t work.
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RICHARD "Rascal" JENKINS posted in the group ”BACK TO POETRY BASICS”
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SESSION THREE
Wednesday, November 5th, 2025
This session (by request) will be on the Japanese Haiku form.Haiku 俳句
(by Western rules)An unrhymed Japanese poetic form recording or expressing the essence of a moment, that at fist blush might appear to be quite simple, yet is far from it. Still, it is far l…Read More
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Damian DeadLove wrote a new post
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Your rhyming skills are becoming masterful, Damian. I love the effortless flow in this. That change of season can be exemplified by many on youtube who are tired of life’s games. Great work here.
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We are so long overdue for one. I’m hunting light and warmth everywhere I can find it these days. I think we all are. I’ll gather dead fall if you get some matches. We can dance around the bonfire of hope, my friend
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”Stillborn inside a think tank”
That alone cooked the cerebral synapse…
Here you go … still throwin poetic anchors into
this sea of rhapsodic artistryMuch respect always
Naaj
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Crimsin wrote a new post
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Chère C.,
What a beautiful write!
Love it that you wrote it.
Love it even more that you’ve posted it.
I tried to single out which sentence drew me in.
But I can’t.
I’ll read it again tomorrow.
Until then….Kind regards, Gus
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“Sanctuary in a smile”. After the “lust’ settles and there is just the warmth holding each other, it is the “smile” that says everything and how you can stay in that moment forever. It’s that smile that tells you you are home; where the momentary “lust” becomes more.
I enjoyed reading your poem Crimsin.
Curt
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Crimsin wrote a new post
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well this is quite grand. It’s like you were fighting the urge of feeling overwhelmed. So you wrote out an incantation to ward off the bad spirits? You slayed it!
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sometimes, even the sun cannot help when a “cynical fact sarcastic lament” is involved, but becomes magnified when the day is grey. and sometimes there are only vague answers to our ceaseless whys, and yet we cannot help but ask for them. Ironic isn’t it? we are born, we live, we die, and in between these events, there is only the moment and what we do with each one of them. Did we only exist? Or did we make a difference?
Thanks for your poem, Crimsin. I enjoyed reading it and where it led me.
Curt
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