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remember when you left me blind reaching for my spirit in darkness bleed running away for no reason cold rupturing bulge in my heart bleeding rummaging through my unsettled memory reasoning beyond the helpless messiah rollicking black blood in my veins return renew rekindle rejuvenate

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Date: 12/8/2015 7:38:00 PM
great alliteration in this; i've read a couple of your other poems and i've a feeling i'm going to like your work, it's very original and creative...i'm glad you enjoyed my poem enough to read it twice! :)
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Francis Osho
Date: 12/8/2015 7:55:00 PM
OH CHARLOTTE THE POEM ABOUT THE WEEPING UTERUS. IT WAS...THE POEM I LIKED THE MOST HERE.WOW .I JUST GET GOOSE BUMPS THINKING ABOUT IT. I WILL TRY TO WRITE ONE AND DEDICATE IT TO YOU HA HA HAA
Date: 12/8/2015 4:26:00 PM
richly resplendent read ... Nice, Francis !
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Date: 12/8/2015 6:06:00 AM
powerful lines Francis, regarding the forms, I will suggest this as free verse or verse... =`)~Olive Eloisa =`)
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Francis Osho
Date: 12/8/2015 6:51:00 AM
thanks olivia. i know the genres but i dont like poems labelled it is an expression, they will label it if they really want to
Date: 12/8/2015 1:53:00 AM
A good, strong write, Francis. If you're not sure what style of poetry you're doing, a good rule of thumb is that if your lines don't rhyme, then it's 'Free verse' in the list of styles. Thanks for dropping by on my verse. Regards, Viv
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Francis Osho
Date: 12/8/2015 2:21:00 AM
thanks viv. i dont like labelling poetry. thats why 'i dont know" these are only for these kind of forums.in modern poetry where we belong there is no rules regulations or meter or whatever. it is your frank and spontaneous expression of the moment which gives a spark to the reader.poetry is no more arithmetic

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