The day before Valentine’s Day Christopher and Benjamin started this poem. Each new person added a few lines until a complete poem was created. I love it and I hope you do too. I am glad I got to participate and I am sorry it took me so long to post. 🙂 A Tangle of…
Written by Ras Munroe and Hastywords The land should be familiar but it is never the same. It is a foreign substance beneath my callused feet. It is a strange feeling seeking acceptance labelled outcast. Alone yet surrounded by people this is but an empty existence. The turmoil runs deep like pulsing veins of…
Today I would like to say thank you to everyone I have written with over the years. I smiled because I get to say “years.” Seriously though, the duets I have done have paved the way to a few really great friendships. I started doing duets a few YEARS ago when a blogger and I…
There are triggers, even today, more than 20 years later that create an uncontrollable reaction. When triggered I become some strange Quinton Tarantino character acting in one of his famous satirical non-linear story lines. I just want to beat my head against the wall until all I feel is the wall’s unmovable strength and all…
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Conversations and Duets A small collection, free to read, review, or not, just tap, click, or whatever it is you do to access the book via the image above. Once there, one will find a selection of collaborative poems with authors from Australia, India, and the United States of America.…
This is my second poetic threesome. 🙂 Written by Arthur Browne, Matticus, and Hastywords The banners of sea-foam unfurled wind howled like demons unleashed the legions of waves were hurtled with a fury that slowly increased The black cliff stood with defiance against the sea’s raging assault like a rampart built by giants a wall…
Come find me at the Sisterwives today. I wrote a duet with Matticus regarding insomnia… visit INSOMNIA for the whole post 🙂
Written by JStewart413 and HastyWords At times I can’t tell If I’m walking Upside down As I drown In seas Of evergreens My hair Rooted to the ground And my feet Lost in the clouds It’s all so Very mixed up Confusing As I watch The stars Sparkle To the beating Of my heart…
WRITTEN BY ST MARY AND HASTYWORDS Thrown into a role for survival This couldn’t be further from me It killed my art and my pride Is it any wonder I’m always anesthetized? The days don’t belong to me And my dreams, well… They are stored inside drawers of metal Inside folders filed and alphabetized Killing…
Written by Charles “Gray Poet” Townsend and Hastywords I sat in the middle of the trees A circle laid out in front of me A noose of sorts, fibers strong Tied perfect like he taught me Why he taught me, I know not But it calls out to me its allure Will he approve…
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