Inner Spoiled Brats*

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I won’t stop
nor
shut up,
until you
sit, write
and let me
out.

*words to me

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Photo credit: Doug Robichaud


Inspired by a recent conversation with my new-found great poet-friend, Azul. 🙂

Words and characters can really be brats, eh?

😀

~

 

 

Thank-You Note

Tears
appear
not only
when you’re
lonely.

They also
flow
when your soul
glow…

when you heart
is in awe…

of the goodness
your virtual friends
never failed
to show.

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Photo credit: Julia Janeta


This is for you, dearest PJ. ❤

Love from my heart to yours.

~

Birthday Band

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Can you read my mind?
I hope you can.

From opposite face
of earth’s sphere maze,
among billion blogs
and gazillion word clogs,
i found you
you found me.

I can’t figure out
how our chitchats sprout.
I just remember how intimidated I was,
’cause your poems are flawless, no fuss.

Is it because of Sarn’s wit and magic?
Or Shayari’s captivating trick?
Is it the thrilling enchanted quests?
Oh, those are just wild guesses.

Nonetheless,
I want to speak less.
Cause this is your day, my dearest Mel.
And this poem wants to tell…

You are a great poetess,
scribbler of great characters.
I look up to you,
yes, that is true.

Your eloquence is
a sight to behold
I hope more will listen
to your stories worth to be told.


I look forward for more tales,
and magical haunting spells.
More creepy images,
or maybe a bit less? (kidding!)
and more poetic collabs,
oh, please say yes!


Can you read my mind?
I hope you can.

So you can hear and see
my full force greeting band
singing…

Happy birthday, dearest Mel!

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Photo credit: Morgan Sessions