static
heard the call from the wild
pierced my eardrums
wailing baby on her mama’s hips
bowed legs kicking uncontrollably
everything else around me
including the wind
is static on the brink
of becoming real
heard the call from the wild
pierced my eardrums
wailing baby on her mama’s hips
bowed legs kicking uncontrollably
everything else around me
including the wind
is static on the brink
of becoming real
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Love your poetry!
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Thank you, Bella! I appreciate you. πππΎ
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I would love to hear your poetry slammed
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Thank you, Matt! I’ve got some audio poems on here. I’ve been doing them for years. It is time I do another one. I’ll get to that before the end of April. ππΎπ
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Ah nice found one and listened..love your flow Tre..I used to slam in the early 2000’s π
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Haha. Boom! I love audio poems. I don’t care for performing live, though.
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I get a rush from performaning live.
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It’s that certain mix of frequencies that mother nature devised to ensure babies get attention when they need it!
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True, indeed, Peter!
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This week the wind around me is blowing a gale.
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You better get out there and capture some of that for writing purposes. π
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a capture…really hard to do…hats off
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Thank you very much, Doug!
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You are off to a great start. Fantastic!
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Thank you very much!
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