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Good Morning!

Just a spot to say G'day! Have a Great Day

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So much going on my friend 🧡 @RiverSeal

Soo tired

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Had to look that word up @Glisten ....

Fallible....

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Hello @PeppyPatti , @RiverSeal , @Glisten , @creative_writer , @TAB , @Ainjoule , @MDT , @Dimity , @StuF , @Healandlove , @moderator , @Emelia8 , @oceangirl , @Appleblossom , @Historylover

Looks very quiet here today

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Hey @Shaz51 🙂 I hope you have a lovely day! RiverSeal

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WHO HURT YOU for Janis Ian, At 17

It still cuts...

Windings of bindings

cross both of my eyes

Deprived of the light

I now fast.

From droplets of sorrows

my memory skies

Forgotten those storms

of our past.

The rulers of light

bending our sight

Convinced us the velvet vice night.

Would polish the chrome

of the rivulets that roam

down the orphan cheeks

shivering in fright.

Tied to the spired

railway tracks in my mind

I fear ominous storms

from afar.

Train tattooed skins.

Food scraps in crow bins.

Deep cravings

for just one more scar.

Wakes to the day

Sepsis soul on the dew

of the bilge stones

That hail hells homes.

My lingering clue

Through my cataract view

Are the ghosts

seeking dead hearts

to Roam..

Pain that cuts deep

Like the boning room blades

Familiar those slaughter room floors.

Only you could reside

'neath the ink on my hide

As your showgirls

surf clouds to my shores..

Singing wet words

loves parched painted lips

The truth of them

cleaves me in two.

I know every rusty

re-used sharps bin word

The same ones

that deeply cut you.

Disfigured faces

strips blood bandaged laces

Familiar burnt forests

for eyes

Sold all that I own

for the sad songs you'd sown

Was I simply

just buying my own lies.

Never we know

The mind of the other

untamed cage fed tossed

scraps of meat

On far away moons

I shadowed you tunes

Then found you

and prayed at your feet..

Poem by tonys moonbase1

Courtesy Filigree Publishing

@tyme @PeppyPatti @Glisten @Shaz51 @Appleblossom @Former-Member @Historylover @TAB @StuF @saturnzoon @Meowmy @Oaktree @RiverSeal @ENKELI @Doldip15 @EternalFlower @Bunniekins @Former-Member @Jynx @MermaidHair @Emelia8

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Hey there @Shaz51

How are you? Is MrSaz improving?

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Hello @RiverSeal

Very quiet day here

Husband is not very well

Got some pre birthday presents 🎁 last night , quick visit not to get Mr shaz's flu

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Sorry couldn't find poetry thread, sorry if I've left a tag out, I know he loves you all. Hope you are all warm & in good health.

@Gemma13

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yeah you get that @Shaz51 guess regulars here have floated to other threads

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