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Today I give myself permission
to be my poet. To act out, touch my gold and sulfuric rhythms. I hear your whispers, feel your slow dance around me. I curse you muse then embrace you. We perform our rain dance till the rain breaks. Then naked, saturated our defiant war dance footprints breaks us. I ask Why birth poets, prophets and seers only to bury them again and again? "For humanity" you smile over your shoulder and walk into tomorrow. |
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Evocative & Captivating. Thank you.
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Sigh*...i like it. Brought a smile to my lips.
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Evocative & Captivating. Thank you. It is nice to see the man behind your mind blowing poetry. I am my worst critic, it will suffice in 80 words. :) |
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snapping fingers Huh? |
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Sigh*...i like it. Brought a smile to my lips. Then I have failed. I would rather it made you think......
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Sigh*...i like it. Brought a smile to my lips. Then I have failed. I would rather it made you think...... That was precisely what made me smile  A muse is a terrible thing to have, then leave, then dance around, just out of reach. But it makes all the difference in the world... |
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snapping fingers Huh? Sorry, it's what they used to do at poetry reading clubs |
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Ladywind,
  Hello to you, this was a very interesting read. Most of times is the "message" and the feeling one can have after reading this. I smiled. She smiles at me And I smile back For a moment I'm happy to do so, Who wouldn't smile On a cloudy day At a ray of sunlight? Thank you for sharing. |
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Aww, you are a treasure. Thank you
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Cheeky KC.
 The MasterPoet leaves not even a breadcrumb .... 
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Today I give myself permission to be my poet. To act out, touch my gold and sulfuric rhythms. I hear your whispers, feel your slow dance around me. I curse you muse then embrace you. We perform our rain dance till the rain breaks. Then naked, saturated our defiant war dance footprints breaks us. I ask Why birth poets, prophets and seers only to bury them again and again? "For humanity" you smile over your shoulder and walk into tomorrow. Heartfelt ..marveling as always, at how effortless of you to find the appropriate words.. both in poetry and in comments
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Hi angel
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