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Always excellent, always a contender...often the poem of the month! (Or should be!) Congratulations! Karenina - | ||
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Beautiful poem that deserved this honor 🎉 Always, Senyai - | ||
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Blessings, Sally XOs? - | ||
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Congratulations on Poem of the Month for A Day at the Beach dedicated to Bob Hartson, Mastery. Such an exquisite poem and fitting for the memory of such an honorable man, the Marine, a husband, a father and grandfather. Beautifully written! Senyai - | ||
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I heard what you did...you are an outstanding man as well as Poet. God bless you Sir. - | ||
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RGstar: ''My writing is compelled by things I see, every picture that be, every sound in me. every rose, every tragedy, every joy, every hate, every love...for words are who I am.'' RGstar (25-01-2021) |
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This poem is absolutely beautiful. The recurring phrase of the Yellow Butterflies negates the Sin full things being done in the preceding stanzas. And in the end they bring joy and happiness. - | ||
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RGstar: AS I return I leave you with one thought that i live and write by; Good Poetry is ''Saying something without saying it'' Yes, its my quote yet, if we all mastered this, we would become better poets by far. Good day all! |
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with best wishes, Edwyna - | ||
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RGstar: NOTHING IS SADDER THAN SONGS WHICH CANNOT BE HEARD,BEAUTY THAT CANNOT BE SEEN BUT FOR NOISE OF THE MADDENING CROWD THAT SCREAM ONLY TO ITSELF IN HOPE OF A GLORY WHICH ONLY ITSELF BELIEVES. So dull the path where concrete blocks replace flowers, where beauty of mind is forgotten, and all that is left is a staircase to a glory of which is not glorified... bound...though sad the sound...a desolate climb through own fear. But...there is hope that one day, the rhyme will appear, the flowers will grow, trees will once again know the reason they are trees, and so thrive, thus all around them shall appear new growth. Once again there will be joy in walking that path, where all things of beauty surround. Until then, dear friends, until then... |
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I want you to say these words as an audio in your wonderful voice that would make my day respectfully dip - | ||
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Howvery honored I feel to be nominated among some of the absolute best in poetic skills. I am truly humbled for I consider you, as well as all Fanstorians do, the zenith of talent and heart. Your fan always Jimi - | ||
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