Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry
Poetry and Commentary that Smells
A spiced-rum girl with ocean eyes big-bellied sailboats and osprey cries the climbing sun in full splendor but foolishly I did not surrender. I had promising places to be. My spiced-rum girl would wait for me. The osprey and big bellied boats gone all my assumptions of the future wrong pink fingers release a sinking sun. Girls with ocean eyes wait for no one. Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Poetry, Plays, Prose and Song by Ana Daksina
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Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
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Everybody has a story. Here's a little of mine.
Quando si ama si dona
Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
the literary asylum
Art, health, civilizations, photography, nature, books, recipes, etc.
Photographer obsessed with water, and with taking photos.
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
A learner for life….wants to live fully….destination matter so does the journey…every movement to feel alive…and die with peace in eyes…being me…
Li - teratura
Silver and gold are good to the world
POETRY, RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT....
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 
So true, and so beautifully captured in this poem. But perhaps raise your eyes, scan the horizon: a grey-eyed cloud, or a sparkling night sky might bring the warmth you need at this point in your life.*
*Note to self on opportunities lost. 😉
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Lovely! 💕
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Thanks, Harshi.
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I came back to read this again. Really lovely.
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Thanks very much, JeanMarie.
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