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Written 4th September 2023

Would you love me if I wasn't a poet Poetry Contest -

Sponsored by: Silent One

Would you love me if I wasn't a poet I ask you because I do need to know it Something I never dared ask you before Do you find poetry something you abhor. You tell me you love the poems I write But get angry when I write through the night That’s the time the muse is at its best The words come easily when I’m at rest. Sweetheart all I need is to hear you say If I wasn’t a poet you’d be here to stay. Darling I have told you time after time If you wasn’t a poet you’d still be mine But writing your poetry all night long Can’t you see that lack of sleep is so wrong. Truthfully your words mean the world to me Who wouldn’t love to receive such poetry I’ve kept each poem under lock and key They’re my greatest treasures, honestly. Would I love you if you wasn’t a poet Yes I would, come here and I’ll show it.

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Silent One

Date: 9/13/2023 1:39:00 PM

Thanks for writing and congratulations on your placement.

Beryl Edmonds
Date: 9/25/2023 11:19:00 AM

Thank you Silent One, I enjoyed the challenge of your contest and I’m happy with the placement… Belle

Terry Flood

Date: 9/6/2023 4:45:00 PM

If only our partners truly understood the gaping void that is the unwilling muse. A smashing write, Belle, that each of us, here, can relate to. Terry

Beryl Edmonds
Date: 9/6/2023 5:20:00 PM

Thank you Terry, times flies when the muse arrives and everything gets put aside. I say I’m going to take a break and here I am sat up late… Belle

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/5/2023 6:07:00 AM

A sweet conversation. All the best in the contest.

Beryl Edmonds
Date: 9/6/2023 2:18:00 AM

Thank you Richard… Belle

John Read

Date: 9/5/2023 3:38:00 AM

I'm sure Alan loves every word you write sister Beryl, good luck in the contest.

Beryl Edmonds
Date: 9/6/2023 2:17:00 AM

He does brother John, thank you… Sis Belle

Ink Empress

Date: 9/4/2023 10:19:00 PM

Those rhymes are absolutely stunning. And i love how you’ve woven the prompt in here, seamless. I used to be a 3 am poet, especially during the pandemic. Now i write whenever i feel. But yes this prompt definitely kept me up, wanting to do my best for silent ones prompt. Yours is excellent. And so beautiful. Goodluck in the contest

Beryl Edmonds
Date: 9/6/2023 2:16:00 AM

Thank you so much Ink Empress, this kept me up too, but then that’s what poets do. Comments greatly appreciated, Belle

Panagiota Romios

Date: 9/4/2023 9:37:00 PM

Awesome, Belle! May you win top place! Pannier xxc

Beryl Edmonds
Date: 9/6/2023 2:12:00 AM

Thank you Pangie, win or lose contests inspire the muse… Belle

The Situation

Date: 9/4/2023 5:10:00 PM

Is it a collaboration. I love it when poems rhyme. But sometimes this question is mine. Though rare the women I let it find. After my death this love will find.

Beryl Edmonds
Date: 9/4/2023 5:43:00 PM

The Situation, this isn’t a collaboration, I write both parts myself. It’s for Silent One’s contest, the title being the theme of the contest. I like the quote you wrote… Thank you, Belle

Jan Allison

Date: 9/4/2023 4:18:00 PM

aww Belle this is so dleightful. I have tried to make sure poetry doesnt come between me and hubby but in my early days I would get up at all hours of the night as I HAD to write my ideas down on the pc. Now I have a note pad by the bed and dotted around the house lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Beryl Edmonds
Date: 9/4/2023 5:38:00 PM

Thank you Jan, it’s really not that bad, part fiction part truth, that’s how it is with poetry only the poet knows how it really is. I do the same as you, when inspiration comes I jot the words down and the poem follows. Hugs, Belle xx