Where The Songs Are Sad
The ghost of a savageis born full-blown in a dim studyredolent of oiled leather and smoke;where Spanish sonatas play on an old victrolaand Contino goes down straight from the bottle.Dali fades into...
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Blue, you seem to post here without offering critiques to any of the other poems posted here, as per the posted guidelines. This is not respectful to some of the other poets here who try to adhere to...
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Three Reminders Before Posting...-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1) Typically it's considered good on-line citizenship to offer critiques to others if...
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you sit in the midst of those ghosts tooas i do pjps, i wish you would critique a poem or two here, i know you'd have something to say
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The ghost of a savageis born full-blown in a dim study[full-blown?]redolent of oiled leather and smoke;[nice]where Spanish sonatas play on an old victrola[;?]and Contino goes down straight from the...
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dont be...garallous to genuine importunate entreaty doc...[how the fuck does one spell garralous]so youve got talent...share it...otherwise your a poster poster...or am i wrong...louisthe ditch is...
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