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A POETESS FINDS HER SOUL She dreamt he was with her. Massaging her shoulders. Whispering in her ear to pen poems far bolder! "Stop writing to please the crowd" Alas, poetess, afraid she'd be wearing a shroud. Wanting always the friendly slap on the back. Forgetting other poets, their boots she need not black. Writing a poem she loved~ Should forever be her tack. A good poem on it's own doth stand. Replies neither make a poem, Nor a woman nor a man grand. But it's the poetess,whom in herself must believe. Making sure above all, it is her God to please!! November 17, 2019

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Date: 11/18/2019 8:56:00 PM
Be to thine self always true my friend! A poet must write as heart and soul wills. To do other is like swimming in desert sands-expecting to enjoy its waves! I love this magnificent revelation of a true poetess and her heart's benevolent whisperings.. A fav.. a true gem too..
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 11/18/2019 9:08:00 PM
You are a FAV and a GEM to this site. I am enjoying my day off from the Soup. Heavenly. Glad that you and Regina caught the beauty in this poem. Flowers to you both. To those who did not like it, it tells me something about them, too.. I know the kind of poetry that is lauded here, I am not willing to run with the crowd. That's a different ballgame altogether. I am not up to it. I am me.
Date: 11/18/2019 12:00:00 AM
For sure... pleasing God is all that matters. I love it. God bless you dear friend. Gina
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Date: 11/18/2019 3:20:00 AM
Hi Gina. We sound like we are on the same page.)) Do well today. Panagiota x