I can see a bad memory.. I can see listless movements and yet the will is not bent but instead is straightened.. For it is greeted with a familiar feeling of words being loudly repeated.. Providing Solace.. But again this is what I feel..
No its not only that.. It is not an activity for you.. It is not a hobby.. It is more like breathing.. Something that has always been around you.. It has been your friend.. I am intrigued.. It is for you normal.. And why there is this Memory, Why it scars you.. These three lines at least for me do not represent Longing or Sadness like the earlier post..For me it represents a distressful experience.. And poetry being there to help you.. At least this is what I think after reading these lines.. Your subconscious is a powerful entity..to write so clearly…. And again I could be completely wrong..
No, you are absolutely right. How can you tell so much. I am intrigued. Yes, I write poetry like I breathe, for me it’s a catharsis. But honestly , you blew me away with this comment. Are you a long forgotten twin ? Lol
Don’t know but the chances are no. Again i hate to babble about me but I am not a Maker of words.. Like you.. As I said before.. I am falling and failing.. But your revelations are so clear.. You are the original Calliope..
I can’t change the veracity of my life..My life is a mask.. Humor helps me but it is not normal for me like poetry is to you.. But the post is about you Calliope.. I commemorate your power of expression….I never thought I will read such beautiful lines..
i hear you
words… never ending echoes
the world listening
~~
err you whispered
words fly on a gentle breeze
teasing,,, pleasing
~~
your words… or borrowed
the passion… the emotion
your soul exposed
~~
you express in words
cried the tears… the sorrow…. joy
poems… recited
yaskhan 
A blood moon – very descriptive. What happens next…
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That is for you to imagine.. write your story or verse , Robbie, I look forward to that.
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Blood moon
Bleeding sun
And here I am
On the verge of a haemorrhage..
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Only Mumbai skies are cloudy but no chance of rain.
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And here, it’s only rain..
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Humidity is killing
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Check your WhatsApp and delete this message.
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Ok
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Awesome!
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Thanks , Roy !
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Mumbai…you’re from here, India???
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😊
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Okay…
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Good to know it…I always used to thought you are from America…
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I travel a lot.
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Searing in the sky
Like ink flowing from my heart
Words spill from above
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Saw a comment on what comes next and you said to write a response, so I thought I’d give it a shot haha! 🙂
Blood moons are the most beautiful and evocative for sure!
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Searing in the sky. That is such a vivid thought. Wow , Sherif kun.
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I love impromptus. Beautiful.
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Yeah. Damn good. Sherif knows Japanese too.
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Welcome to my club! Sherif!
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That is awesomely done , Sherif. I know you are good with haikus.
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Haha well I try my best! And thank you, I love the word searing 😉 I use it in a lot of my poems.
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Welcome !! I think I noticed. 😊
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A silent prayer under the night skies.
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That comment is so poetic.
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😍
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🙋🏻
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😁
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So very beautiful, the image of poetry beneath the blood moon.
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Ah! Yes !!
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sun shining brightly
raindrops pouring from above
what a miracle
That’s what was happening a little while ago here and I thought of this haiku, which of course made me think of you :):):)
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And that is beautiful! You got the talent. And the heart.
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awww thank you Yassy 🙂
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Welcome sweet girl.
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I can see a bad memory.. I can see listless movements and yet the will is not bent but instead is straightened.. For it is greeted with a familiar feeling of words being loudly repeated.. Providing Solace.. But again this is what I feel..
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Yeah, talking about poetry or reading it always comforts.
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No its not only that.. It is not an activity for you.. It is not a hobby.. It is more like breathing.. Something that has always been around you.. It has been your friend.. I am intrigued.. It is for you normal.. And why there is this Memory, Why it scars you.. These three lines at least for me do not represent Longing or Sadness like the earlier post..For me it represents a distressful experience.. And poetry being there to help you.. At least this is what I think after reading these lines.. Your subconscious is a powerful entity..to write so clearly…. And again I could be completely wrong..
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No, you are absolutely right. How can you tell so much. I am intrigued. Yes, I write poetry like I breathe, for me it’s a catharsis. But honestly , you blew me away with this comment. Are you a long forgotten twin ? Lol
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Don’t know but the chances are no. Again i hate to babble about me but I am not a Maker of words.. Like you.. As I said before.. I am falling and failing.. But your revelations are so clear.. You are the original Calliope..
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I hate to think you are falling And failing. No, it can’t be. Don’t say that.
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I can’t change the veracity of my life..My life is a mask.. Humor helps me but it is not normal for me like poetry is to you.. But the post is about you Calliope.. I commemorate your power of expression….I never thought I will read such beautiful lines..
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Then you are , Hesiod!! I hope whatever irks you goes away ! Be well, my friend.
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Yassy, look up Bloodborne, I swear to God you’ll love it.
Poem’s absolutely in sync with that video game which is in sync with Lovecraft’s fables.
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I will , thank you.
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I checked it out. It’s awesome, going back there again. Wanted to tell you.
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Aww, I’m glad. That game is literature more and a game less.
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Oh yeah! It is fun. I am enjoying it.
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Across the oceans
Words being farmed from the sky –
Poetry inspired.
Love your haiku yassy.
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Wonderfully written lines, Davy. Love this. Have an awesome week.
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Thank you, you have a great week too yassy.
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a wonderfull one
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Thankx
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So beautiful…
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Thank you, Luisa.
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And Hecate rewards me with a smile; she sends honeyed dreams.
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And you will be her Apollo , rewarding her with your poetry.
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i hear you
words… never ending echoes
the world listening
~~
err you whispered
words fly on a gentle breeze
teasing,,, pleasing
~~
your words… or borrowed
the passion… the emotion
your soul exposed
~~
you express in words
cried the tears… the sorrow…. joy
poems… recited
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Very 😊
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Very true! 🙂
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😊
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🙂
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