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I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost | I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me This poet’s words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The experience of discovery through writing is the truest reward that has allowed me to grow and learn who/what I am — what other people get naturally, immediately, while I stomp around in it. Been blessed, but pushing it — envelope, world and all inhabitants away. Push buttons, find boundaries to trip traps. No clue why cat curiosity, living in your dark. (Bored, perhaps?) Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me how I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was). Cryptic, yes. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid strange, virtual, wonderful walls that tower above, tempt me to scale. Been more than I could imagine or expect here. But, achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall  . I dig deeper than I should, often without forethought. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets? Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations here. Not fair?No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do best with what’s in hand. My Pluggers: You are an icon here.  You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.  It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life"  Your poetic muse is on fire!  Some great emotion, well-balance(d), lovely lyrical qualities -- even the ones that were written out of sadness or anger came through in a clever cadence…It's obvious you've put a lot of work into each entry and the totality of the blog has eye appeal.  Published four times with one a literary journal, including…  "The Tender Core (Sedona)"  I don’t submit because it’s too much work. Truly alone, know no one cares to show they believe/support me. Lip service feeds delusion. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Try not be cynical, work hard at openness and consideration — work, sooo…gut thing.   ![Merit Badge in Taboo Words
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No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼  Now: I was such a whore.  This is old….What? Oh, this? A rhetorical, self-motivational speech I'm working on. Don't just read the parts to construct your theory, as if to confirm (construed out of context) your opinion, mentally-stunted Neanderthal. Therapist wants me to be less negative toward myself. I see it as attacking, rather than being defensive. Fear I will chomp too many bullets unintentionally sent toward the unsuspecting. If you can be triggered for stupid reasons, then I? …just looked like me rolling around on the floor with myself.    What Was NEW Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily. Just trying to create a little buzz, not boost my ego.  #amwriting #poetry #blog #contest #freeverse #award #bestpoetry #freyaridings #lyrics #music #video #YouTube Can you believe it took this long for someone to put a quarter in me and push the button GET ANGRY? Mud 4 My Eye:  Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door ▼ |
| And yet… Orpheus was so desperate that he did not even try to repulse their advances. The women killed him, cut his body into pieces and threw them and his lyre into a river. It is said that his head and his lyre floated downriver to the island of Lesvos. There the Muses found them and gave Orpheus a proper burial ceremony. …he still sings. ~ Orpheus’s Echo Pleasure knows no pain in a boiling pot — Echoes a steel drum hot Flesh can bleed — flow the Ganges — I lose my head; tendril chords once heard vibrate not. No dread. Is Orpheus contained not but spirit? Pleasure knows no pain when it’s boiling hot. I made this up on the spot. Not a lot to do but sing 🎵 sing 🎵 🎵 sing 🎵 to the likes of you. We’re all lonely. Live simple, none phony. Let my notes 🎵 🎵 🎵 soothe what ails ya. 8.19.23 https://www.greeka.com/greece-myths/orpheus-eurydice/ https://www.prestomusic.com/classical/products/9464365--orpheus-echo-a-caroligni... There’s an Echo in this room, too. Fast, she approaches. Some hurt because they live with pain. Some know they’ve been lead to slaughter sing anyway with a smile not painted on…hold on…it’s coming *grin*  |
| Real men don't pick rose hips they would and they could as you know by know Neanderthal that we would resort to anything could name call or meet violence at the last possible moment cornered and then you will see what a real man does not to generalize as i grasp each tall branch growing skyward toward my roof eaves, pull down pluck the orangest or pinkest hued bulbs smooth oval green butts brown -- kisses brittle, crumble in leather hands or through, where no preying neighborhood rodent has seen. because who would scale a twenty-foot tower of thorns but me, in my swim trunks, truly going commando, barefoot on a lush lawn, beneath shade of maple and crab tree. up a ladder to tip top. come inside, as i shuck them, boil into tea. have a cup with me. or keep sipping your flask of arsenic, rodent. that's fine you'll see. 8.18.23 working on. came to me while doing this. research, find out where seeds from whatever climbing rose bush this is come from. the rose hip? the tea thing will be? wondering if i've employed a split infinitive? hunting for that great white whale. probably in plain sight somewhere around here. moby i planted the bush shortly after we moved into this house. It nearly covers half the siding. I can't let anything go to waste. The rose hips now have caught my imagination. also, i hate men who act macho, manly, aggressive when they narrow-mindly cannot see that is only one aspect of what makes us true men. i was stereotyped in both classes. confused by people who wanted to sort and classify in me in one group or another. i now play tag and flashlight tag with a two-year old, fluffy black cat named Onyx. I want my family to take a video. He starts the game every night as I prepare for bed. we take turns running to and from, up, down and around our split level home. I'm careful not to step on him. My reflexes are slightly better. i truly enjoy connection to an arriving poem. i just can't fully deliver on statement with prose, lyrical, alliterate and the poetic devices employed, undisciplined, absence of truest aim to express with heaved arrow narrowly misses, hoping to connect with others who might read, relate. or not. i accept adversaries as well, as friends. it is all good. no harm can be done with civil discourse. some understand people who don't get what that is. |
| We all feel pain. We all believe in something...and that more than ever, we should be coming together to lift one another up, not tearing each other down. Oh, Google. You magnificent bastard. ADHer’s nightmare: Meaning of bang the drum slowly: In its elementals, "Bang the Drum Slowly" has two familiar themes. One is the story of the way a doomed man may spend his last best year on earth. The other is the story of how a quarrelsome group of raucous individualists is welded into an effective combat outfit. People also ask: What is bang the drum? What is the meaning of the song Bang the Drum All Day? Who wrote the song Bang the Drum Slowly? What happens in chapter 1 of Bang the Drum Slowly? What does beat the drum mean in slang? What is hitting the drum called? What is the most sampled drum of all time? What song has the greatest drum intro? What is the hardest drum song by Rush? What happened in chapter 1 of fudge a mania? What do drum beats mean to Native Americans? What is the saying about beating a dead horse? What does do not beat around the bush mean? Beating my head slowly against the table. 8.14.23 |
| inspired in my dark head strapped by two black cups dancing with words i only mutter to a lonely soul since absorbed by inner space my sanctum from ignorance notes drift lightly tightly seal me in dream in a hole inside my beleaguered brain whispering, rocking, 'don't go insane' don't let them see how you die from within without inspired in my division from the falling tides of a crest-capped sea rolling with words i am floating to all those surfaces since consumed by orbiting space their heaven of ignorance bars drop heavily tightly seal me in purgatory interdimensional inert plane inside my overstimulated brain whispering, rocking, 'don't go insane' don't let them see how you rot from within without without without love without those eyes without those extended hands without their painted rouge smiles i keep whispering alone into your phone love me love love a fool who thinks he knows what he's talking about in inner space, outer space under the seas and into the skies floating ever higher to every dry eye what was that? a noise me 8.14.23 didn't take the tone sought another dance, another time Charge admission to witness from sideline Fiasco |
| i don't want to speak to you you intimate to me disappointment i have been connected, attuned 99 percent of the time the one time i'm offline user error? repairable? I had though so I had worked on the glitches, bugs eating up my hard drive i'm on the curb on her yard it's my home, too i don't need to speak because you know wrong, unwillilng to admit fault because i might start to think i'm right, knew something my gas, you light inert? no explosion heard? that was implosion, inside my dear i don't go off, because i still love...can't love restricted by your judgment i don't want to act idle in the comfort of a sagging recliner no space to set back, and don't want to appear lazy nothing to do but rust and dream how sweet silence collapse the empty cave inside i don't desire nothingness it's what i do best since i can't go forward, sideways, back god forbid up, but down lots of space underground since i want to bury myself whenever you're around you trained all indifference, silence, mirror my face so i have to run to a mirror what do they see? I only wanted to know what was missing I only wanted to be good enough to be included unaccepting of a separatist nature of every walk in each world since i'm tired of writing this... 8.14.23 she resides in the bedroom down the hall my laptop hits the kitchen table today i dare you! make me remove it in this hovel we call(ed) home i'll be with my stuff in the grass if you need me extra layers needed with each new winter i do and don't know what i'm saying...perspective coming...glad the rest of you know your minds so well...instruct me, correct me, drop me on your corners, offerings for the junk men. |
| If You encourages a Kat with Milk It nervously Pisses all over The Place now Go get Your Broom and Properly Swat It before It Stalks something in Your rose bushes Litter Box 8.12.23 Self-preservationist revival a gamble, bumbled, mumbled Walking upright in and out A portal without greeting but surveilled becauseeee….what…? The stench of urine doesn’t come out, so your throw out the couch, but love an animal that is a fully-functional, educated human, capable of conversation… What Are Your Intentions, Hologram? *lazerblazterweaponzaimed* 8.12.23 Stat-driven Muse |
| most kats don’t live as long as the poster on your wall once did, but i did baby was your poster not taped up, tacked up but wall paper hang in a mausoleum there of sheet rock covered pixels adorned and glowing red, dry eyes dull, throb robbed devoid memory of a story i cannot preserve as a limb needed it is what? it is generally accepted but what?? we watch a frozen scene no fire department came cling baby encouraging? random? words. what it is is what is it? fit me for a neck tie before window-displaying a crypt to be buried alive in it tip toe around a kitten m(n)otion-suspended not a mew roar and they/it/you cover you? who?? this poem should be (never written) seventeen years long that’s not how we measure it It is a thing isn’t it detached unlike baby shot by an unfeeling professional photographer isn’t it cruelty to an animal to preserve an image of anxiety-riddled disaster framed, hung, still vying for affection with a few, tiny, harmless words pondering … it is what it is and how comforting it would be to know what is it pronouns, proper nouns, Introductions and… will you just take the damn kat down from the tree! me? you?? Who??? Jezus !! 8.12.23 a post-hypnotic, mid-morning meandering. caught up on mail. how to reply? should reply?? it (me) is what (it)? Is?? Fine. FINE. fine?? what? WHAT?!! I’m hard of hearing. why do i…. This couldn’t possibly make less/more sense? Factor: 12 it was simple(r), before the first/final edit. 2-Time WDC Quill Winner: Best Poetry Collection, 2020 and 2021. NOMINATED for 2022     
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Lyrics Look at the desperate man Clutching with broken hands Wondering how it ends Stumbling back and forth Looking to start a war I'm lucky he was a friend Wait Take me apart and I'll flow like water slowly fade I'm disappearing again He would've risked it all He wanted to heed the call This was the last attempt But as he turns to go A broken voice cuts through the cold "This ain't how it ends" Wait Take me apart and I'll flow like water slowly fade I'm disappearing again Time and space, there's never enough and I don't mind waiting for The day Everyone here will go mad Wait Take me apart and I'll flow like water slowly fade I'm disappearing again Time and space, there's never enough and I don't mind waiting for The day Everyone here will go mad I was the foolish man Living to fight again But dying to find the end |
| Let's try this one time... Lyrically... Rewire Feed me amphetamine my messy head needs a rewire boy I’m tired pretty please prescribe I’m not a seeker life is bleaker without the bright sunshine supplied by ten milligrams at a time but quit by five if I want to sleep tonight coffee helps tea's better I've learned for patience and a bright mind good vibes this really jibes man, I was so sad people didn’t get me -- still don’t it’s gonna take a while to rewire me write on that pad: amphetamine my inspiration tonight 7.27.23 |
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| test/test? does something of worth know it is good without validation? desirable, this good, tied to dignity? meaning what? to whom? virtue is good? inside you? benefit/cost? take a pill; go to bed. it creeps beside you. Good. Good? 5/30/23 Edit 8/11/22 italics, title work 6.11.24 edit for structure, comprehension, parallel function |
| will i do anything with this? F...my fluorescence (Father) highly reactive element and chemist killer efforts to isolate dangerous. highly toxic, corrosive. pale yellow diatomic gas at room temp. bursting electronegativity higher than electron affinity. Fluoride is fluorine ion. (ion def.) mineral fluorspar, glows in the dark. fluorescence. unlike Fluoride europium gave fluorite effect. Sodium fluoride saves from rot teeth. Fluorine attacks metals. Steel wool will ignite exposed to pure fluorine gas. War War 2 only reason Commercial production of fluorine needed to enrich uranium. https://sciencenotes.org/fluorine-facts/ 5.29.23 free verse |
| I don’t serve u u don’t get it ~ ~ ~~ low tide slows ~~ rolls me in ~~ sand ~~ slugged dry sun dry slug in sand fried lapped again ~~ ~~ cool licks taste my hide ~ raw ~~ flesh ~~~ torn ~~ sewage rocked to ~ fro ~~ crest ~~~ dive ~~ ~ ~ ~ on the white caps ride ~~~~~ carried to the horizon ~~~~~ cry u don’t own me ~~~~~ i serve no one ~~~~ not the moon ~~~ not the sun ~~ in surf ~ drown high is bottom is alone is the middle of a sea called nowhere beautiful free lonely dark the full glow on my face finds me here ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ here we go again ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ eternity is a sea ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ constantly hauling me ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ back before your eyes ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ no surprise ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ i can’t hide ~ ~ . 5.27.23 Alone is free is torment is beautiful is life before we all die It’s living, a |
| intoxicated bad breath repulsive words bubble on red lips behavior like lust wanton and ignorantly dressed selfish to think you can grind on this in perfume saturate sober words could ingratiate if not stale -- scripted to death eely eyes can't disguise looking directly at mine inebriated broken hearted I stumbled into your flesh behavior like lust never intended to be mated selfish to think someone would grind on this sober words braved reveal a soul devoid of any hope to meet eyes as blue as mine. 5.23.23 Yeah, I said it. What, what? Please don't hate. It shows original intent, and psychotic Grind On This is a raw and evocative poem that delves into themes of intoxication, lust, and self-reflection. The poem's style is concise and direct, using vivid imagery and stark language to convey its message. The poem begins with the word "intoxicated," immediately setting the tone for the reader. This word choice serves as a metaphor for the emotional state of the speaker, suggesting a lack of control or inhibition. The use of "bad breath" and "repulsive words" creates a visceral image, making the reader feel the discomfort and unease of the situation. One notable poetic device in the poem is the repetition of the phrase "behavior like lust," emphasizing the reckless and impulsive nature of the speaker's actions. This repetition reinforces the theme of self-indulgence and the consequences of such behavior. The poem's brevity adds to its impact, as each line carries weight and significance. The theme of selfishness and the consequences of reckless actions is prominent throughout the poem. The speaker reflects on their own behavior and the realization that they were driven by selfish desires, as seen in the lines "selfish to think / you can grind on this" and "selfish to think / someone would grind on this." This self-awareness and admission of fault add depth to the poem's narrative. The poem's ending, with the mention of "sober words braved" and the revelation of a soul "devoid / of any hope to meet eyes / as blue as mine," introduces a sense of regret and self-examination. It suggests that the speaker has gained insight into their actions and the emptiness of their pursuits. This shift in tone adds complexity to the poem's narrative and leaves the reader with a sense of introspection. While Grind On This effectively conveys its message in its current form, there are a few suggestions that might enhance the poem: Sooo…suck on that?? |
| We All Serve Some-thing? Landfall! Landfall! Crash more my shore. Glint sand smush, push, Divide with obedient tide Nightlong, daylong On this soft, bare shore. Beneath white glow command, Flatten smooth, race and hide. My brown girth yearns, spills out With you to drown in the dead Where you leave me lie. 5.23.23 6.11.24 edits for grammar, structre, added words Also, note on 6.11.24 (in part, recollecting beneficial email conversations with a supportive member to help this flawed perception) life arrives with such excitement, drawing us in, we want to join and feel the crushing weight. When it leaves, we feel loss, left and decide we want more, chase it. It comes back again, takes us further out, where we are lost among the nothing, and get left again. Then what? I chose not to decide how the narrative feels about choice and outcome. The reader can decide how it relates to their own experiences from joy like tides washing over us, to what's left when they're gone and we have nothing but memory to show for it. It's decided, this person is along, despite the nature parallel to human intervention manipulating and leaving the excited sand to float and sink, like death to leave your home for someplace dark, deep and something that takes away the life support of air, to the 'now what?' ending. We know sand does not need love of air, light, but what does it say about the human condition if just life itself leaves us at the bottom of some ocean. Do readers/poet decide fate after the sudden end? Think for just a moment, we don't have to follow the tides? Follow the tides, deciding we don't care about outcome? Assign risk? Reward? Or, just go with it? and so on, and so forth. really, not a poem meant to be a thinker until rewritten and recalled and seeing the underlying. Most of my poetry with mantra usually is trying to express through metaphor and allegory that there are hidden dangers in life, if we do not assess, be proactive. The older I get, more seasoned as writer, I realize, fuck it. Go for it. Call out the phonies and just watch them practice. Just, don't let them manipulate me. Back off, maybe give them a hand slap. Definitely, don't call them out. Narcissists will draw that line around what you call the truth and get you to argue with yourself, rather than acknowledge the truth in points you make. You'll get nullified either way, in their eyes. Avoidance, if possible. But, don't stop striving to be you, the best you can, and always keep learning, if only how not to get dumped in the middle of nowhere. the above bit, unedited on 6.11.24. a free write and not pre-planned or adhered philosophy, but from circumstantial evidence presented and accumulating, helping me make up my mind about the perepheral things, heading toward the candy center of the saccharin thing. |
| Can’t get out of my own way some days Bright inspiration cleaves my head A pungent onion, quarter or dice, Dream every purpose No dish in mind An oven, stove or microwave Standby. Other ingredients To pair as I stare Into that time portal A hole in physical space where I waste So much waste, like time. Store the chopped tear jerker Return to the obedient fridge Not hungry now, maybe, Never again. Too much time And work getting lost In thought of what to prepare And for who, having cultivated A particular taste that appeases A chef, without anyone To huddle over, ask Whatcha cookin’? Just to reply Whatcha in the mood for And spend a pretty dime At one of the many houses Where we order the same thing Off the menu, because We know what we like, Don’t like to cook, especially When your uninspired, without Two lips and a hungry mouth Begging at your ear Whip me up another dish, Because you cook so good. 5.22.23 |
bared my chest you view an animal heavy cranium with lantern jaw now a long jowl of glass withstanding heat that destroys the physical shell in hell, tissue, bone, teeth more impervious than metal bared my soul you can torch that, too survive ensuing tsunamis, hurricanes, volcano blasts and land interruptions let’s go nuclear, weapons amasser, and see if a cockroach survives fallout of your winters, after bright night hailstorms but the necessary casualties, anything buried in impervious sand, teeth I collect, wear like mementos of the soldiers who fell in ignorant duty to master you can’t kill what’s fictitious unless the story awash, lost in a corked glass drum floating an eternal sea, hopeful arriving to shores like mine in sand your holograph army stands in halls of mirrors strategically placed I hide behind the directed, pull cords in darkness my big head hides with a Cheshire smile aglow And only you know the cost from flamethrowers to torch a village to a weapon that dooms us all. I’m not a dinosaur, but your relic of an ignorant, tyrant war, when, my dumb head entered a small den… looking for direction, not rhetoric from dystonic to Machiavellian warbling. 5.17.23 Unedited or fully ideated https://www.metalsupermarkets.com/melting-points-of-metals/ |
| Apparently I was a little Dickens according to one of the church ladies. A boy, wire the wrong way? My mom wasn't having it. Learned what reading the riot act was all about, eventually. The woman who 'was for everyone' set the moral edge I followed, too literally. A life of adjustments would follow. A bit like her, I wear a smile like a frown. Passion like hers, an obsession to create, she wielded a shuttle to tat a 15 square foot display of the Last Supper that now sits atop grandmother- in-law's old China cabinet, greeting through a bay window, if a rising sun should appear, peak through the guarding crabs stationed outside my house. It helps me remember why I write and how surprised she was to see the slew of teenage manifestos compiling, provoking her to ask 'Where do all these words come from?' The apple doesn't fall far, perhaps in a different form, because she didn't understand why I needed to write -- to make sense of a world that confused me. I was 'different' and handled as such. Maybe, pity and sympathy replaced love, but not from her. But, she wouldn't treat me like I was broken, and I didn't know the difference, except I was embarrassed and afraid to reveal I was confused. But words, showy, rich, technical words that I should not have dabbled in, helped me learn. So, when I have time to think and remember the woman who received wildflowers and water in her good glasses or gave my art and words passing glances I'm happy to share memories of her and woman devoted and undeterred. In a nursing home, her fingers frozen, her tongue long since Parkinson's no longer engaged, spat out food from a spoon I employed one day. I worried she forget me, who I was. My wife played the hall piano, as I tried to engage, but leaned too hard on the exit door and an alarm engaged. Flustered, nurses arrived, I survived and then heard a low, familiar growl from a rising head in her wheelchair, "Brrr-iiiiii-aaaaa-nnnn," sounded a silly scolding, her humor in tact. My mom was alive inside a slump torso and could still see me, feel me and know I'm still her little man. And it wouldn't be long before the day she passed. Her eulogy I was tasked to write, I read. I feel tears, emotions and an uncommon strength loaned, flow through me that day. My brothers wept, hugged me for a woman memorialized right. It would take more than two weeks of nights, before the dreams of her began to fade. She talked to me, walked with me, resurrected like some Jesus from a tomb, sharp wit and words, full of life like a whistling bird on the old porch of my old home and the sun so bright made me realize I need not fright I have her with me, day and night the woman who taught me right. She let me know passion like ours will serve somehow one day, even if to console through another to kin that her life was not a waste, purposed to give love and comfort to any who came her way. I hope, I will relocate that glow that last time I felt her dream presence, and pay it forward it some meaningful way. 5.13.23 |
| sucked in by heat expansion, from putty and paint, sticky on sealed wood window frame. softly she pried to slide open, where scheming white pollen, faces pressed to screen, silently waited like screams, wake up boy! even though school's out, chores don't do themselves. I miss Mother's reminders for a lazy head. 5.12.23 one version |
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CONGRATULATIONS for winning 2nd place in [Link To Item #2254385] !!](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/genre-Contests-235.gif)
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Thank you for your participation in the 48-HOUR CHALLENGE: " Thank You by Dido ." Media Prompt hosted by [Link To User support] March 2022! We appreciate that you tackled this challenge... *^*Smile*^* *^*Thumbsupl*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/WDC-WDC_Media_Prompt.gif)
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Here's to a world where we wouldn't have to keep reciting the words woven in your excellent poem [Link to Book Entry #1027990].](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/Kudos-Good_Things_Take_Time.gif)
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Thank you so much for your poem [Link to Book Entry #1026670]! Please don’t ever stop being you, both as a writer and a visionary of love!](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/genre-Gay_Lesbian-680.gif)
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Congratulations on winning Best Medium-Length Poem, Free Verse in the 2021 edition of The Quills!](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Quill_Award-1375927_6.gif)
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Thank you for your generous donation to [Link To Item #quillhome] ! *^*Quill*^* Every donation is used to celebrate WdC while recognizing quality work and acknowledging community involvement. Kindest Regards, Lilli](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Quill_Sponsor-1375927_6.gif)
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Congratulations on winning 1st Place in the September 2022 round of [Link To Item #quotation] !](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/WDC-Quotation_Inspiration.gif)
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From [Link To User jayne] : With my apologies for the Redaction Poem prompt mishap. Thank you for taking on the challenge! I hope to see you next time for a redaction-free week of fun at [Link To Item #dailypoem] !](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Problem_Solving-210.gif)
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Congratulations on being our Honorable Mention in March of 2022 at [Link To Item #2216416] !
Blessings, Sharmelle](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Inspiring_Love_For_Poetry-2259846_14.gif)
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CONGRATULATIONS for [Link To Item #2229211] winning place as an Honourable Mention in [Link To Item #2254385] !](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/genre-Action_Adventure-100.gif)
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For placing 3rd in the Bard's Hall Blogging Contest, June 2022](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Bard=s_Hall_Blogging_Merit_Badge-2094227_12.gif){kind=icon}
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Congratulations on your 1st Place win in the April 2022 Round of Chapter One! Great entry! *^*Smile*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Chapter_1-2251918_14.gif)
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Congratulations to our 1st Runner Up of [Link To Item #2254385] Round6.](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Accuracy.gif)
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A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
― Paul Cezanne
Thanks for your participation in my 'art' challenge via my notebook feed.
Keep on being inspired! *^*Bigsmile*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/Kudos-Every_Moment_Matters.gif)
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CONGRATULATIONS on [Link To Item #1145690] winning a place in "Honorable Mentions" in [Link To Item #2254385]](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/Kudos-Brilliant.gif)
9.27.22
