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This entry was posted in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged haiku, John Biscello, lust, metaphor, passion, poem, sensuality, stories, touch. Bookmark the permalink.
I love this.
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Word fetish girl : )
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Such truth you speak young pan
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I listen, and remember 😉
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Phenomenally
It scertahly impressed me. Makes me feel liked 🙂
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What’s that word I said? 🤔
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Oh yes, certainly might also be spelled like scertahly ever so once I. While but word fetishers
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Sometimes I can’t tell if those are typos,
if you have have poetic tourette’s, or if you’re drunk … I’m assuming #1?
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Lol. I feel speechless as I watch all of this tumble out in every comment. Go home kid, you’re drunk.
Sadly it’s the work of a typographical errorist.
I do appreciate your silent “like” for these comments as you quietly back away into the shadows
Poetic Tourette’s might be awesome to have
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I learned, from an early age, how to quietly back away into shadows while making a racket within 😉 And you don’t have to go home, you just can’t drink here any more, kid, it’s closing time, gotta find yourself a late night watering hole 🙂
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😕
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I feel so lonely now
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Why, you’re still right here? Do you need a Piglet hand to reassure you?
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I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.
Said an animal character once somewhere
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Weird to wake up and read this, because you were in my dreams last night. Did you know you were there? Wow 🙂
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Scertahly, from old Middle English, “to tally, with certitude, the number of skirts you see on women while meandering casually through a village”
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There I times when I wish WordPress worked like Facebook and I was notified of comments differently. Gone are my Facebook days and WordPress days is trying to make a more a conscientious awarer of things.
Although, discovering words from you I never saw before might just be a hidden treasure as well in life so I’ll not complain, I don’t need immediate gratification anywhere. 😋
I’m making you my new dictionary
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There’s this guy who created something called the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. He creates words and terms that help define the ambiguous, the in between states, the obscure and poetically vague. I’d like to be that dictionary, please! 🙂 And you should check it out on youtube, there are these short videos to go with the terms. So very very beautiful and inspiring. The poetically impalpable made into mmmm mmmm good and wow.
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I will, I even like the title of it
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https://www.youtube.com/user/obscuresorrows
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I listened to silience, the brilliant artistry hidden all around you. And parts of it reminded exactly of us. Interesting and such a beautiful idea that series is.
I see it as a refresher of life, something new to keep that boredom and apathy at bay for a thing so lovely as life. Gives us new and different perspective. Loved it. Well I still do
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Glad you dug it. Yes, for people who love language, concepts, who love that felt-sense of things in life that fall between the cracks of easy description, or rote platitudes, and demand the obliqueness of poetic takes and angles … well, yea, beautiful stuff if that’s where one’s head and heart are at 🙂
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Nonplussed Pacman?
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😶🙃😮😯
So many nonplussed pacs.
I love the word nonplussed but the way
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I did not know about your dream thing, I wonder if my comment was a suggestion that found its way to your sleepy brain.
You do have to tell me your dream. Lol 🙂
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It was actually sort of vague and nebulous in regards to narrative or storyline, but the feel of it was a strong impression of you, or your presence, like you were trying to reach me, or communicate something. I deeply believe in dreams as gateways and portals, and other worlds and time-spaces, and have had very interesting, informative and influential things take place there. I try to pay attention 🙂
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I do tell you I was lonely. Maybe I manipulated your dreams, inadvertently of course. Haha
I take it as you and I have made a connection. Reinforces a thing I thought
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