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Moonstruck

I am waxing poetic And hope I’m not straining Credulity saying My talent’s not waning. It may be eclipsed by Those poets ascendant Whose words are celestial, Deep and resplendent. Yet tides keep on turning And orbits expanding, While moonbeams drift down, Oh, so daintily landing. The galaxy’s bursting With work that amazes And room for all poets In all of their phases.

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Date: 1/26/2025 1:40:00 PM
Love this it is so awesome and inclusive!
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Date: 1/24/2025 11:32:00 AM
Hello Gorgeous! I've come out from hibernation and so glad to have found my way back here! And your talent is certainly not waning! If anything, it's still ascending and heading toward "The galaxy’s bursting..." Kudos (as always) Ilene
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Date: 1/24/2025 3:58:00 AM
- A beautiful poem, Ilene :) - hugs
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Date: 1/23/2025 7:50:00 PM
Splendid poetry this! Enjoyed! xomo
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Date: 1/23/2025 6:43:00 PM
Good poem. I like the roomy universe for all poets.
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Date: 1/23/2025 6:34:00 PM
I got a strong feeling of exhilaration reading these lines, Ilene. Just what I needed to get my much needed ambition to get the lead out! Thanks. / Maurice
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Date: 1/23/2025 3:33:00 PM
POTD.
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Date: 1/23/2025 2:43:00 PM
Wow ilene….this is a different write for you and it is incredibly beautiful! I hope you are well my friend! Debx
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Date: 1/23/2025 2:21:00 PM
your talent shines as bright as the sun Ilene, your poems always lift my spirits. write on sweet friend! hugs Jan xx
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