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Oct 22 13, 19:19
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Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
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To write's a rite, and it's all right if no one reads today, tonight... perhaps next year. It's not for them; I'm working out my dark emotions and my doubt... sometimes my fear.
Betimes my writing flows with love as though it's something from above... but oft mundane. So whether beauty blooms, or gunk leaves ugly stains, or it seems funk, I'll pen again.
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Oct 23 13, 15:52
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Real Name: Lori Kanter
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Oh, you can pretty much be rest assured I read MM posts daily. Love these!!! Keep going - pleasure to read. Now, if my own muse will oblige me one of the days, I'll write too! HUGZ ~Cleo
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Oct 23 13, 23:01
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Group: Gold Member
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From: Springfield, Louisiana
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Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
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To pen for gain is futile chore without redress and oft a bore; to write or read. As Daniel says, “Write for release from fear or pain.” It gives one peace when we succeed in baring souls or telling whence our heartaches came. It’s our defense which liberates the mind and muse to tell or show emotions, bared. When we let go it dissipates.
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Oct 24 13, 15:44
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Group: Gold Member
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From: Southwest New Jersey, USA
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Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
Writer of: Poetry
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DE-capitate haiku, cinquain and senryu and once again some other forms. LARGE LETTERS can intimidate or simply seem to overstate; the small transform
informally and leave but words and punctuation. It's absurd, but still it's true; simplicity is more complex at bringing out the fine affects or paint them blue.
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Oct 27 13, 08:01
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Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
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Of late my foot will scream with pain, then settle down, then shriek again; the ache is red. No need to paint pain's words with blue; they come that way. Perhaps you too have tears to shed.
When walking in another's shoes, one feels that want to sing the blues no matter that a place is waiting down the street to join with those with happy feet.... For now, sing scat.
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Nov 15 13, 15:59
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They scat and I sing by myself! This forlorn song, ill-gotten pelf, which wasn’t sought but it’s a lonely place to be. I would desist if I could see what others brought
to share with us, the winnowed few who post and wish that others do or might have done. My muse is bloodied but unbowed and I shall write until that shroud blocks out the fun.
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Nov 27 13, 10:57
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Block out the sun with piles of verse about your blues, how things are worse for you than me... or look about with thankful thought, how you have much that you've not sought. Your eyes will see
amazing things when you but peek out from the dark, to merely seek a ray of light. Allow your mind to grasp upon some bird or rabbit on your lawn. Give thanks for sight.
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Nov 27 13, 11:22
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Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
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I’m always thankful for my sight and all the beauty seen, bedight with wonderment and I would share in florid verse with prose or poetry immerse the time that’s spent
alone while walking through the woods. Pretend I’m one of Robin Hood’s small group of thieves but walking through these empty halls where sharing flourished, silence falls like autumn’s leaves.
Were I prolific with my posts I’d fill each room, scare out the ghosts which haunt them now but I am not. Effort and age and also time’s whispers presage play’s closing bow.
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Nov 27 13, 13:26
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I too am weary of the dearth of signs that there may be rebirth of interplay. I feel a weight my eyes can't bear of gazing here and reading there to then display some cogent thought of what I read; unfocused mind so oft impedes all my attempts. I try to sweep the cobwebs out; frustration tends to feed my doubts; my mind's unkempt.
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Dec 2 13, 23:37
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An un-crimped mind where words may flow ensconce the page with thoughts you know that must be shared gives impetus to halting hand. Each vision helps you understand nothing is spared when you must write, fill an abyss until there's no more room. The bliss you feel inside is like a mighty ocean wave which sculpts its world. Restraint can't save talent denied.
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Jun 21 15, 12:36
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Talons denied, she swooped once more; success... then off to fledglings soar with beaks agape. She hoped her mate was coming soon with food enough to last 'till noon when heat will drape the meadow with a fiery shroud and all the animals will crowd in cooling shade. Their chicks should sleep in sated peace until their hunger pangs increase for death's parade.
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Jun 22 15, 09:22
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Today it seems I cannot write of anything that isn't trite; it's how it is! So this is all yer gonna git 'till I have time ta think an' sit ta git some fizz.
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Jun 23 15, 00:03
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Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
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Ta get some fizz just shake the can; don’t set it on some soft divan to cogitate. It matters not if what you write may be considered merely trite for posts abate and if we stop they’ll be no more. Someone may close and lock the door and I don’t want to move elsewhere. A strange venue may not appreciate the new forms which now haunt these halls. Cobwebs aren’t woven steel and me, I plan to stay until some folks return to fill the void. So limber up your mind and fingers. Fill the cup with words which burn.
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Jun 23 15, 02:04
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No words are burning presently; some bubble up, and then they flee to fertile minds who turn the nicely, painting well a picture... and a story tell... the whole world finds.
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Jun 23 15, 14:04
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Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
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The whole world finds its nose is near a talking box’s gloss veneer that was a phone but now it’s changed all human kind and never can be left behind. Some may condone the lack of social life or couth which was confined to wooden booth in privacy but now that blatant “in your face” has fast become more than a trace of lunacy.
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Jun 23 15, 16:04
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Does lunacy have dark and light... so hides in daylight? shows at night? tells jokes and scares? Does it reflect, and does it moon o'er difficulties? Does it soon stare down the stairs?
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Jun 24 15, 10:30
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Group: Gold Member
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Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
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To stare at stairs won’t motivate nor will no movement escalate you up or down but steps on steppes will see you rise above the crowds who compromise their own renown. It matters not the path you take to reach your goal. Express that ache which lies within the heart and mind; bids you express your thoughts in words. Perhaps they’ll bless or bring a grin.
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May 8 17, 07:49
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Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
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To bring a grin, I came to play with words and thoughts, I couldn’t say where it would lead or who it might just motivate. I hope I didn’t come too late to intercede and save this thread from surest doom within the depths of Karnak’s room. Seems I’m the last to post a Logarhyme in here for it’s been longer than a year and I’m aghast that no one’s come with anything to liven up this lonely string. “Hello out there!” Have all forgotten this sweet site and let it fade into the night with naught to share?
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