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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I know Burl, my name’s Furl, my lips curl, I’m your girl!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
This gross mask, your big ask, the gas flask, my head cask!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
I hate this, I can’t hiss, I can’t kiss, I can’t piss!
It’s Crying Gas, Girl!
The gas stinks, my face pinks, one eye winks, my hair kinks!
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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
INK MY PEN
It’s your poetry
That I love
That makes you pretty
I simply think of…My ink sets on you
To find that passion
That I want to talk to …
Show me your fashionBlack and white
Add some red
I don’t want it so bright
Toast my Texas BreadA letter to a word
It’s not spelled right
Nothing I ever heard
I’m writing thi…Read More![]()
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Your ink is fine / it tastes like wine / so much better than mine? Oh well, I tried. I enjoyed the read, thanks. -Curt
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Awww cute thank you for liking. Red Wine is always the best.
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Pitch
There is dark
And there is pitch
It’s funny how dark can feel comforting
And pitch is where the nightmares make a homeI see your silhouette in the dark
Envisioning warmth from lips
Sounds that roll like sweet butter toffee off the tongue
And I know there is only one thing left to doThen there is the pitch
Alone and n…Read More5 Comments-
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Very good .. but scary vibe too. Great work ….
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Thank you, Navina;)
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Of course 🤗
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Love it when you’re pitch dark, Fia. HJx
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Thank you Hjx
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twofiftythree posted in the group National Poetry Month
expulsion
my hands fall off the keys
music still hangin
in the air above me
but my body loses it
bench shiftin underneath me
legs forgettin where they belongand I drop
knees crackin against the floor
spine snappin
as my head falls back
eyes wide and mouth open
that last note still ringin
vibratin thru my bones
holdin me…Read More1 Comment-
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Ouch! I really felt this! HJx
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Never-Ending Dandelions
A dandelion
is a weed
looking harmless
even beautiful.
Still a weed
overtaking the grass
choking out
all other life.Memories of you
are dandelions
spreading rapidly
overpowering my mind.
Taking root in all
facets of my brain
weeding my garden always
with every breath I take
you still live in…Read More6 Comments-
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Hi Curly Grace. It’s amazing how someone occupies our minds. There they are, whether we want them there or not. Hopefully, your “Dandelion” is a welcomed “weed”.
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Thank you, Redzone. I wrote this in 2011. So, the “weed” has been pulled out, lol, quite some time ago. Made way for better flowers though…
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Better flowers, that’s the best thing about “weeding”. More colorful too, I’ll bet.
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Brilliantly expressed – I must weed my garden after that, before your poem infests my mind! HJx
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Thank you, Harriet‑Jacqui. May your garden stay clear, and your kindness keep blooming.
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Between writing and marketing my books, I grow-my-own fruit & veg on a plot next to the forest, the village cricket pitch and tennis club. Weeding my plot is just like painting The Forth Bridge (in Scotland , I live in England). As soon as I finish weeding it’s time to start all over again!
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I love your ink. HJx