At times I feel compelled to post something on this site. It certainly is not at all the way it was... I do not forget you folks, though... although many have left and gone on to wherever/whenever/forever...
Guitar Woman and the Moon
she plays her guitar to the stars, she is a star
her voice angelic
The moon glow is magical here on earth. But no woman I know would cuddle up to that cold dark airless place.
Nothing wrong with this place. It's better than ever. Don't know why so many are running off to Facebook or wherever they think their poems will sell, etc. But some have passed away and that's just the nature of things.
When this site was free, It was a pretty lively place. I'll agree. But it still is a very good place to post our work and have a good record of it, nearly forever.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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Nothing wrong with this place. It's better than ever. Don't know why so many are running off to Facebook or wherever they think their poems will sell, etc. But some have passed away and that's just the nature of things.
When this site was free, It was a pretty lively place. I'll agree. But it still is a very good place to post our work and have a good record of it, nearly forever.
Ron