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Slumming

neon webs
bounce, the boom
a blended haze

saturday slinkers
crowding
burst of youthful lust

horns and hubbub
the splash and spill

drums pounding
deep into the wilds

the joint's gone high-octane

swelling
hot

joy's ragged edge
feral
uninhibited

exhilerating

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This is a tonic for a winters day! All the joy, sights, sounds and colours roll together in a joyful carnival party.

Love the language and imagery.

Thanks for sharing!

Love Mand xxxx

thank you so much for your thoughts

I do appreciate them....even though this reply is so late....my bad! (manners)

Al

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Loved the write, but do I detect a little laze there when using "feral" as a single line.
There are quite a few poets using this word, leaving it up to the reader to make their own picture of a very wide scope.
Am I being picky here when I would rather have three words than one to describe something ?????
If I am just ignore me, lol Yours Ian

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I shan't ever intentionally ignor you....Just simply disagree sometimes

thanks for at least making me re-think my position, and choices.

sorry for the late responce

Al

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There is so much to like about this poem, I loved it and I adored the ending it felt exhilarating ;)

nothing to crit, except I disagree with Ian's comment on feral (sorry Ian lol) I like it on its own, giving all the imagery that goes with it and for me it sets up the ending perfectly

I have to give you kudos I loved it

love JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

Damn xx

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Sorry lol xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

thanks...my hero (heroine) coming to my rescue from mean ol' Ian...His reputation is now suspect!!!

glad you enjoyed the piece

Al

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My cave is dark and deep
I retreated for a sleep
A rest from all my friends
Who have taunted me no end.

My snores never reach the doors
As there ain't any on a cave
I love all my friends they keep me alive.
So you're lucky Digit is here with me
I will let him free after xmas you see

So you'd better stay my friends
or come to nasty ends lol
He can be a lovely fellow.
Of late he's been quite mellow
Though I think he's a funny guy and quite
Feral
La la..
Have a lovely Christmas and my love to all those around you,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

and Merry Christmas to you and all Merry ol' England!

Al

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Liked this a lot!

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"Death" is nonsense: what is there to die?
"Life"? How could " life" "die"? That is a contradiction
in terms. Can "light" become "darkness"?
"Light" can only cease to be apparent

Wei Wu Wei

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