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mrmelody7 says: Agree with this I often think that myself that everyone is a robot Cant post on none of these browser get the 403 forbidden Still now and then go to couple poetry sites If I do try to post on this browser poem just disapper have a good one |
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The Immortal Wize says: @mrmelody7 Thanks for your unwavering support, I too sometimes get 503 |
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The Immortal Wize says: mrmelody7 Thanks for your unwavering support. My last reply was much longer but most of it was cut off it's some spooky stuff going on man, "eyes emoji" |
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mrmelody7 says: Thank you Wize I agree with your last reply somethin spooky goin on I go with the flow I dont have hang ups about it I just go somewhere Only recently able to pull this up on Chrome but still wont post Thanks a lot maybe its TRUMPITUS |
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The Immortal Wize says: Lol! It's damn sure something floating in the water. I wrote you damnly a whole paragraph but it all wouldn't post, I hope this goes through. I believe it's the same issue Mr. Lowe encountered wish I could help but I'm only the mayor I have no chair. Lol! |
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mrmelody7 says: Oh yeah I hear U yeah its the same as Mr Lowe happen some years ago too I did nothin then one day it just started back posting OK Mayor but unlike the Vibe staff U do reply back or say somethin |
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The Immortal Wize says: @mrmelody7 The admin has been very helpful and responsive in the past but things do happen I'm not sure what that is but it is unusual. |
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The Title Is... (07102025)the struggle of titling a perfect poem what to name it what to call it how to label it in a pursuit to be original to be one of the one's who thought of it first puddles of sweat burst through the seems hoping no one did it's a movie it's a book it's a song it's the title of another poem |
Creator (06292025)a creator who lived alone turned a house into a art gallery and a room into a library to make it a home the creator was not alone |
Ce Poème (06272025)ce poème n'a pas de mètre ce poème n'a pas de rime ce poème n'a pas de structure c'est la dernière ligne ce poème n'a pas de |
Real Blood True Story (06262025)this is a scenario this scenario is also based on facts and is not imagined or fictional the outer layer is you have a friend your friend is a snake you know your friend is a snake you witnessed your friend snake others but somewhere in your delusional mind for some unknown reason you think your friend won't snake you when you know your friend is a snake you not safe |
Highspeed (06212025)a clunk of steel and fear loud screaming rubber grip pavement violent engines roar rims wobble off to the side chasing shadows in the slumber cutting corners desperate turns passengers plea for freedom regrets of gambling with fate to tower the walls of prison sirens chime a sorrowful anthem blocks shrink into square miles air thickens anticipation tie knots in esophagus dread and thrill hug the wheel the chase unfolds a swift flee in the dark dusty streets danger looms near a calm moment before thunder cracks through concrete a desperate flight wild and free relentless pursuit of humanity in a flash |
Help Is A Silent Word (06172025)"she said someone help me" no one helped her no one stopped everyone kept going where ever they were going doing what ever they were doing no one answered her request for assistance nor came to her beck and call no one stopped to see what's wrong no one understood their assignment people kept coming and going not one was willing to lend a hand to the woman struggling with her troubles desperately crying out for help begging for some one to help her "someone help me please" no one heard her until she "screamed" |
Frostbitten (06162025)every time it rain it pours in the house the ceiling falls on me rolling thunder lightning strikes we don't get along were always fighting it won't be much longer I see the sign a strong wind is blowing a storm our way I been through many mighty winds before that failed to knock me down it's sad when a house is not a home it feels like the Astrodome don't know if I should stay in place or evacuate the choice is my decision to make you baked me a cake you say its fosted with love but sorry doesn't cut it you say if I leave I'll be making a big mistake but arent mistakes made to make I don't have a taste for sweets don't like to throw food away you been in the kitchen preheating the oven planing to bake all day but too bad the cake you baked gone to waste |
Power Nappin (06162025)catch me driftin think I'm slippin you gotta be sippin I think you trippin I'm dreamin of buildin a boat strong long lastin durable enough to float puttin parts together fixin mixin liftin fittin gettin the cogs to turn like clockwork sheer precision stickin it all together mixin matchin makin blocks click like legos twisted split loco highly allergic to quitin writin hittin pitchin a flow trowin a fit pitchin a b**** catchin a drift eye shut wonderin should I or if I should speak hold the thought keep the peace or go word for word verbatim with the inner me I suppose I should pause nah it's a flaw blame it on confluent energy I'm not the fault addicted to the vibe high on rhyme versify versitile shiftin stuff around speedin up slowin down diggin deep like a nose picker pick a nose until a nose bleed profusely didn't come to sleep runnin on fumes came to snooze long enough to fuel up and flo some mo |
Swim (06162025)You were one of the swimmers You swam faster than the others You were born a winner
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My Father (06152025)today is father's day oh, happy day to all the men who deserve to be celebrated everyone who knows me know it's not one of my favorite days I learned how to forgive I forgave but there are some stains that won't go away though they may have faded with age they still can be seen it is written to honor thy father and thy mother it is also written father's do not provoke your children to anger it took a powerful dose of humility to lose the hostility and aggression I fostered some I grew up with didn't have a father well of course they did but never seen the man or didn't know who he was I seen mine all the time hate is a strong word I try hard to keep it out of my vocabulary but that man brought every ounce of animosity out of me my father don't deserve no honor after all the hell he instilled in me I don't believe he deserve to rest in peace everybody said he was a good man my reply he was a lousy dad |