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My Polyglot Pen
by Hébert Logerie

My pen writes in English
My pen writes in French
Mon stylo écrit en français
My pen writes in Spanish
Mi pluma escribe en español
My pen writes in Italian
La mia penna scrive in italiano
My pen writes in Portuguese
Minha caneta escreve em portugues
My pen writes in Creole

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My Farewell to Self Publishing Online
by Ian McCleary

I have nothing to write anymore on here. I have nothing to write or publish for anyone to read online. I wrote partly with the thought that maybe I could influence people's opinions and partly because it gave me a sense of power and importance doing it. I am not sure whether it was a form of catharsis I was relying upon or all that it did was harden me to my own viewpoint.
My opinions on many subjects probably will not change in the time to come, but I have reached the point in asking myself, why write them again? Why bring up the same material as before? Why don't I just let the news media do that, they don't seem to have an issue with sounding redundant.
Some of what I did get while writing on here were insights that were personal to me and may have had a need to come out. Whether for the public or just for my private edification, I don't really know who it was for, beyond me knowing that I had brought it somehow into being.
Part of personal growth is accepting that the person who we were before or the way we were doing things before may not work for us in the future ahead. That if we remain the same person with the same ideas and beliefs it can make our lives quite boring and dissatisfying even though we may not acknowledge that for being it's cause.

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I live in a world of Fantasy
by Tammy Darby

I live in a world of fantasy
Not caring to immerse myself
Into the fountain of reality
The waters of actuality offer no joy
To a soul that has retreated to another plane

It is true I am reclusive
At times irritating and demanding
Extremely reclusive
I confess I am unconventional

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Forgotten Verse
by J. P. Ehlert

There is a verse I forgot to write.
It lingers in my mind.
Like a song unsung or bell unrung it waits—
Waits for my pen to give it life.

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why do you seek the living among the dead?
by Bogdan Dragos

The old lady kept coming by
the hospital to assure the medics that it'll be
okay

"He's a true fighter," she said. "I know he'll make it.
He has won the battle with drugs
twice in the past. He'll make it this time as well. I
know it. I feel it. I believe in him."

"Mam," said the doctor. "We found rusty fragments

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Recent Writing Poems
The Way To When
by Jeff Bresee

A million ways to spend a day
not tried them all but have to say,

that if I had the way to when
I’d quiet find and open then

the pages of the poet’s hand.
Then fly away to distant land,

or feel the fire of deep desire,

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Forgotten Verse
by J. P. Ehlert

There is a verse I forgot to write.
It lingers in my mind.
Like a song unsung or bell unrung it waits—
Waits for my pen to give it life.

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The Topic That Chose Me Today
by Jake Wills

The topic that chose me today was African Elephants.
Unbidden,
they came
from depths unknown —
I did not plan to ponder Elephants,
and I certainly didn’t intend to write about them.

Yet here they are,
grand, gray, glorious,
trumpeting

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The Raven's Crow
by Rodaina Ibrahim

As I sit on my desk,
white paper and black pen in hand,
I hear the raven crow.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
I begin bleeding onto the page,
black ink adorning the white page,
my emotions finding a home
in a once blank page.

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My Farewell to Self Publishing Online
by Ian McCleary

I have nothing to write anymore on here. I have nothing to write or publish for anyone to read online. I wrote partly with the thought that maybe I could influence people's opinions and partly because it gave me a sense of power and importance doing it. I am not sure whether it was a form of catharsis I was relying upon or all that it did was harden me to my own viewpoint.
My opinions on many subjects probably will not change in the time to come, but I have reached the point in asking myself, why write them again? Why bring up the same material as before? Why don't I just let the news media do that, they don't seem to have an issue with sounding redundant.
Some of what I did get while writing on here were insights that were personal to me and may have had a need to come out. Whether for the public or just for my private edification, I don't really know who it was for, beyond me knowing that I had brought it somehow into being.
Part of personal growth is accepting that the person who we were before or the way we were doing things before may not work for us in the future ahead. That if we remain the same person with the same ideas and beliefs it can make our lives quite boring and dissatisfying even though we may not acknowledge that for being it's cause.

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