the poet’s barren tale

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They came for the feast of phrases, 

gathered ‘round the wordless flame. 

Empty cups clinked, unsated, 

as the poet shrugged—his muse unspoken. 

 

There’s no story here,” he muttered, 

his mind a drought-struck desert. 

And so they sat, grasping shadows, 

a poem promised but never served.

 

 

 

 

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◄ cloak of invisibility

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Auracle

Sat 14th Jun 2025 16:43

awww.

It don't have to be that bad.

That's just a media narrative.

Or a narrative that tries to narrow down experiences into words.

I like to find humans who can get me out of my comfort zone. Teach me new things.

Gotta make something out of this life!

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Red Brick Keshner

Sat 14th Jun 2025 16:18

So it seems with us all in these our present days… tres triste🙏🏻🕊🌷thanks @Auracle. Blessings

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Auracle

Sat 14th Jun 2025 12:55

Sure. I often watch a video of Ocean Park Hong Kong.

Because a human dear to me went there.

That's not the full story.

But this is The Internet 2025.

Not worth the risk.

I grew up with Batman. You know what the problem is with The Joker? You don't really know if he's behind it.

Unfortunately I was already famous as a child....

Not taking the risk here. Not taking it.

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Red Brick Keshner

Sat 14th Jun 2025 02:02

this little one being in part inspired by the song: “Pub With No Beer.” Hope you enjoy “clink”😀

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