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Okay Brdies
Flap your wings and repeat after me:

I pledge to never leave a Brd behind:

♥ if you need a shoulder
♥ if you need an ear
♥ if you need to vent
♥ in times of fear
♥ if you need understanding
♥ if you need a friend
♥ if you think you need advice +
♥ if you're on the mend
♥ if there's any trouble
♥ if you're in a bind
♥ if you've gone all cuckoo and lost your mind
♥ if your soul needs healing
♥ if you're a moody mess ++
♥ if you need SHOPPING to heal your stress
♥ if you feel alone
♥ if you're out of sorts
♥ if you need a laugh we're all good sports
♥ if you have writer's block
♥ if you need distracting
♥ if you need a break we'll escape through crafting+++

Now we Brds are bound in honor
With a heart of a poet to guide our flights
Never again in isolation
The Flock is here with great delight :)
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FOOTNOTES:
+Brds tend to be flighty at times, utilize said advice at your own risk, you have been warned,  :)
++as poets tend to be
+++ oooooh crafting



Thank you to Paula Lee and Cathy S for a night of wonderful laughs, bonding, friendship and joy. Big Brdie Hugs to you.
If only Beauty weren't capitalized in my vocabulary.
But it is...
And I can't change it. :/
I wish my goal wasn't to be pretty, but... it is. I hope one day I achieve it, considering how much time I've wasted trying.
This is                                                                  ­        going to be
one of those nights                                                        I hopelessly
                                                       wait

up for you                                                                  ­ only to be
disappointed again,                                                      isn'­t it?
I have a friend.
I spent a year with him.
I had a nightmare inside a dream.
I got scared.
And so I ran.
I broke my own heart.
I don't know if it is love.
Is or was?
I could not choose.
He stopped talking.
I stopped listening.
Silence screamed in both our ears.
Or just mine.
I was never sure.
I wrote whatever came to me. It is not in any real poem format, but...
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
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