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 Feb 2020 Smothered Divine
ryn
Force not,
the coming of the ink.

Judge not,
what you feel and think.

•••

Then put nib to paper
and make your mark.

Let what flows
be brazen and stark.
 Feb 2020 Smothered Divine
ryn
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Open mind

but closed doors.

Take my breath.

And make it yours.


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 Feb 2020 Smothered Divine
ryn
Walk,
as far as these feet will take me.
Moving with deliberateness,
laden with calculated purpose.

And knowing that every time each foot
successfully meets the earth,
I would always be somewhere new.

Each step would feel perhaps
unfamiliar ground,
shed new light, see fresh faces
and experience different days.

As long as I stay loyal to the course...

Always moving...
Walking,

into the sun.
 Feb 2020 Smothered Divine
ryn
I am but a stone
just skipping across a body of still.
I get a taste
yet never fully drenched.
Not until I lose all momentum
and mobility - I sink.

Submerge...

And then drown.
 Feb 2020 Smothered Divine
ryn
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Cut me loose

     from these strings

          that bind.


So I might again

     exercise the freedom

          of mind.


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 Feb 2020 Smothered Divine
ryn
I don't seek your permission...
To write about the what, why and how.
It could be a haiku or come in the shape of a cow.

I don't need your approval...
When I don't sound the least bit poetic...
In my mismatched metaphors or ill-rhymed acrostic.

I'm not asking for your blessing...
When I pen down and put up what I think...
Be it in cloying cliches or in tear drenched ink.

I don't crave for your understanding...
When my 10 word poems weren't filtered through your poetic lens,
Or if my contributions in collaborations lack in sense.

I don't hope for your likes...
If my content does not tickle your fancy,
Or if my words just rubs you silly.

I mean no disrespect...
But don't be too quick to click on the 'comment' button.
Private messaging has been put there for a reason.

I don't mean to cramp your style...*
You're entitled to your own opinions of course...
But if you've got nothing good to say, please save it and shove it up yours.
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This is a peaceful community, almost sacred to many. All bearing a heart (hale or ailing) are welcome to spill their ink... Regardless of writing experience or poetic prowess.

Bear in mind that people write for various reasons. Some are really good at it, some are just barely starting. Some ask for feedback, some just want an outlet.

So... Be nice. Use the private messaging feature if you really need to offload your thoughts on another's text offering.

Respect and be respected.
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My mother
Lies next to me
Still doesn't tell me what wrong
Always asks me first
Did I meet someone new tonight
Or was the night just not right
Let me show you baby
What a mother can be
I can see the innocence in your eyes
Child of the universe
You shall play in the next chapter of my life
Our lives are so different, that they have grown old
Like bedtime stories at midnight
 Feb 2020 Smothered Divine
ymmiJ
altogether now
where we go one we go all
into the white squall
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