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Madmen write verse for their amputated lovers
with blue fountain pens and quills of clotted ink
Scribbling morbid memories yellow with old malaria
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I just read all your poems that begin with an asterisk assuming that these are your latest work. This one is my favorite. I feel I could have written this, well, maybe only if I were you. The point is...
This is a great write. I like poems that are deliciously dark. You added rawness to the already demented realm of this Shakesperean tragic tale.
An excellant poem reminds me of the liverpool poets but this poem is much richer I'll read some more your work over the weekend jim
Oh yes fellow word smith I now know, How wonderful. Ophelia I am madness is my game poetry my game. Thank you, Ophelia
yes, people write poetry to express themselves, their ideas, feelings, whatever..that keeps them sane. not everybody is looking for fame ted.
Well Dude, if you're not published already, you really should be! This is fresh and imaginative language, for sure!
Wow! ! ! ! This one is very powerful! For once...I think I'm actually speechless! Hugs, Dee
Putting paragraphs into screed from a right-wing blog does not poetry make.