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Hot Crossed Legs

A handsome stud passes me on the street He winks, I blush, he stares at my cute feet! WOOHOO Next, a shirtless man, in the noonday sun. I nearly melt, like a melting, cinnamon bun. WOOHOO 1/10/2023 ~ADDENDA~ Poetic Form is the Dixdeux, an alternative form of Haiku. Developed in 1970. Syllabic, with 10 syllables per line for two lines, followed by two syllables. Unrhymed! Has a title, unlike traditional Haiku. ~~~

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 1/17/2023 5:18:00 AM

LOL! love that you are writing lots! Woo Hoo!

Panagiota Romios
Date: 1/17/2023 7:19:00 AM

Kim. I am trying to write more again. It takes time. Not that I’m going anywhere in the beginning I thought the more you write the better. Joke was on me meaning of I wrote 30,000 poems it means Nothing ….after all Shakespeare only penned 154. It is the quality that matters.nor am I a poetic gymnast who must try every form. Meaning counts to me, more than form. Sleepless nights have kept me offline. Just tired. Thanks for a thumbs up. Panagiota.

Eve Roper

Date: 1/15/2023 9:11:00 AM

love it, especially the second verse. WOOHOO!!

Panagiota Romios
Date: 1/17/2023 7:11:00 AM

You are funny, Eve. The cinnamon bun, Panagiota

Elena Eagle

Date: 1/12/2023 8:21:00 PM

So wonderful! Very creative piece that I really liked.

Panagiota Romios
Date: 1/13/2023 12:33:00 AM

This was really fun to create. Thank you for the vist Panagiota,

Joe Dimino

Date: 1/12/2023 1:12:00 PM

Passion, the cinnamon of life; make a dance-card and choose them both. Fun read!

Panagiota Romios
Date: 1/12/2023 1:30:00 PM

Great comment. Senseless to write about things that really matter in life. I gave up on that here. Just be bland or funny. Otherwise, I am up for attack. Fed up with attacks, so..,why write about reality? I don’t like writing inane poetry. So the things I care about are in the garbage can. I surrendered to the absurd and meaningless. I don’t know where PS went. The PS I once knew…….has vanished and my best friends with it. Sadly, Panagiota