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Spirit Of The Sea. Top Story - May 2026.
Introduction This is a Ballade. The form of this poem is meant to feel like the swirling of a sea or maelstrom. This is another stunning image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Cold Cocytus
This calm, cool coasting is salutary My own idle hands make a fine playground; You lot need no help sinning; it's scary! You are so lost, you will never be found
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Poets
Angel Of Peace
Introduction This is my hundred and second piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and mystical artwork. This is a paradelle. Tina D. Lopez introduced this form to me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
The Field
I love your willingness to volunteer To make offerings of all that you are Moving through your ranks, I can taste your fear
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Poets
Mother, Maiden, Crone
Introduction This is my hundred and first piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and mystical artwork. This is an extended sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
The Libertine
I was intimidated by your will Even the grey tree dwindled next to you You loved the meal and spat upon the bill Your writing was born clean, without review
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Poets
Herne The Hunter
Introduction This is my hundredth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's amazing and mystical artwork. This is a Dizain "The Art Of The Glittering Fox" is now available worldwide on your local Amazon store.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Observations On A Tree
Introduction This is the description from the Enchanted Booklet, but I cannot see the toad, so I thought I would write an espinela about what I see.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Healing. Top Story - April 2026.
Introduction This is my ninth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful artwork. It is also my 3,600th Vocal publication.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Still Living
Art thou the itch I scratch? heathen exsanguination— It breeds under my skin, under my skin # From where does it come?
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
Cold Shoulder
I can hear you reading my tattered coat Scanning the map of my wild poverty Finding a way to send this tree, my boat Into a cold and solitary sea
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Silence Is Loud
It wasn’t the shouting that broke her. It was the silence. Areeba used to think that love ended with loud arguments—doors slamming, voices raised, words thrown like weapons. That’s how movies showed it. That’s how stories made heartbreak look.
By Imran Ali Shah7 months ago in Poets