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Camaraderie In Grief
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Marrying a Dying Man
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ME TIME-Poem
I must make time for me time, Even if just to write bad rhyme Or my head mutates to a stifled zone, Precipitating collapse With a mad tone. Balance I find hard to achieve it, Engines get revved with the things in my head Caring, social media, Wikipedia, Lost creativity, self activity, into tedium. Blessed…
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Announcement
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Lucky Us-A Love Poem
Your love was whole like creation Giving and nurturing, fun, never taking We had our own nation. Fragranced with energy Love balanced, Imaginative and wise, Sometimes disguised. Sapiosexual I’m told, Enthralled by your mind, Perspicacious and bold. Others clambering behind. Elaborate sexuality, Touch charged with electricity, Gentle, Rough, A perfect duplicity. Your love was whole,…
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A Whoosh Of Unidentified Grief
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Note To Followers
Hi Folks, Just a quick update on the silence. I’ve been dealing with my child’s severe Post Viral Fatigue. Made an ambitious decision to do some refurbishment in the middle of it and have also lost my glasses!!! That explains the radio silence. I need to get things together. Take my child to some medical…
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“The Thoughts” A Poem about Bipolar Hypomania to the structure and rhythm pattern of Edgar Allan Poes’ The Bells
Feel the creeping joy of thoughts! Incandescent thought, Here the sense of perfect satisfaction sought, How they rise and rush and crackle, In the day and in the night. Sharing Love, Communication Sublime, Euphoric Nation. Losing time, time, time, In a sort of runic rhyme. Feeling emancipation befitting the talk. From the thoughts, thoughts, thoughts,…
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Has The Lockdown Saved My Mental Health? Are People With A Diagnosed Mental Illness Riding This Out Better Than Those Without?
This lockdown has been incredibly stressful for me. Especially at the beginning. I was preparing to do one anyway and pull my daughter from school as I didn’t think the government was responding quickly enough but a week before the official closure of everything, she caught the Coronavirus. Luckily I was prepared. I wasn’t…