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      dark faith

      inside I crash into your energysmashing, cunted brillianceshining danger I can't resistinfidelity of the soulmy honesty is invaded by your darknessit seeps into my sorrowyour marred imageit makes me flinch what you call goodmiserable truth I hate the feelingof...

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      • Beautifully penned, Brenda. Love the depth and layers in this write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

        • thank you graciously dearest Damian forgive my late response I find myself slipping of as of late ❤️

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      Migrating Swallows

      Roll you hair above your neck  let me fortress centuries of love bites  upon your skin, where no warrior  would ever dare cross our moat    The ghost of Caligula  haunts my city walls,  my heart remains legion; my mind is a bruise  which only bleeds kindness, forever chasing...

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      • I like how the poem casts Caligula -a figure known for cruelty -into a haunting, reflective presence. I feel intrigued and a little unsettled: his brutal history seeps through with a mild, almost playful sadism, yet the poem channels that darkness into a tender, romantic meditation on desire, resilience, and the quiet power of love. Beautiful.

        • An artistic and intriguing comment. I lived in the English city of Chester for some time and it’s steeped in Roman history,. Think it may have had some bearing on this scribble. Thank you.

      • Passionately penned, Ghosteen. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Effective personal storytelling through historical abstractions. Your words are both sharp and tender. Always glad to see you posting here.

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      Within the Night

      Word rubble and the corpses within  I can no longer build temples from ruins    Let me whisper snow from your hair  massage the sun into your shoulders and back,  turn every clock in this flat to interlude    I care little that your past maybe...

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      • Cleverly penned, Ghosteen. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • I enjoyed the beginning trickles of affection.
        Then the dam broke at the confession!
        I grinned the whole time:)

      • There’s a beautiful tension here –between ruin and tenderness, poetry and flesh. It’s as if love is both the wreck and the rebuilding, the prayer and the profanity. “Poetry passport will only travel me so far” might be one of the truest lines I’ve read about desire’s limits. Beautifully penned, Rob!

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      Late Nite Maudlin Street and a Siren Sings

      Placed guitar strings inside your soul orchestra where America never quite plays Wales   There was once a three day love affair and I still curate her mascara upon my pillow, my life is just a museum and mausoleum   If the Atlantic was mere poetry each stanza...

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      • Hello Rob,

        ​This has been a fun and truly rewarding collaboration. When I first read your poem, those lines – “I still curate her mascara upon my pillow, The siren, bride to desire, / Will simply sing” -immediately stood out to me. I felt your voice was reflective, a curator of memory waiting for a shift.

        The Siren is that shift!  I focused on making her the immediate, visceral answer to your poem. You introduced the idea of the wave and the summons, and I wanted my poem to embody the full force and consequence of invoking an elemental creature of the sea. It was about taking your reflection and turning it into a moment of pure, overwhelming action.

        ​Thank you so much for the prompt; I genuinely enjoyed writing this with you. I really love this kind of improv and following an established energy.

        ​On a completely different note: If you liked “The Siren” and want to try another style, I can also do rap! I used to be in a gamer group where the young people would try to battle rap me in impromptus, and I’d completely destroy them. Hahaha. Just a thought for a future experiment!
        ​I enjoyed this so much. I hope you did too.
        ​RomaJ

      • My pleasure. You are an absolute diamond and please promise me this, never ever stop shining.

        A rap battle? My sweet Lord, I’m just an indie man at heart. Challenge accepted, but you will have to give me a wee bit of time. I will need the advice of my friends. Lol.

      • That is one of the kindest things anyone has ever said to me -thank you! I promise to keep shining as long as you promise to keep writing.

        ​Haha, the rap battle reference is a funny story! I used to hang out in a gamer community where the young folks often started lyrical battles. I ended up joining in just for fun -I love rhyme and could go all day! It made for some great memories. Take all the time you need. I fully respect a rap battle that requires a council of advisors. Thank you for this fun collaboration.

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      alas

      subtle affection in common showndown deep a seed growweeping rebellion a hellion stirredreaching out through the eternal glarea lass fair and hair of fireemerald eyes and pale of skinlook over the centuriesseeking the passion of her belovedsilently she bide...

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      • Hello Crims!
        I like the old-timey vibe of this. I wish there was more along this type actually. It just seems to set a nice tone when reading. Like those before us perhaps. At any rate, this is a wonderful poem that you’ve presented for us.

        • hello dearest Styxian good evening I’m happy the language of this write spoke to you it was how it presented itself the poem I mean thank you so much for letting me know ❤️

      • Hey crimson!

        The last line is a dark but beautiful visual. It gives me a Celtic vibe.
        It starts off with wonderful bits of love then changes tone.
        I love the word pairing of sweeping crimson. It’s like a red wave of devotion.

        Love your stuff chica:)

      • hello lovely poetess thank you graciously ❤️

      • Beautifully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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