Notice of absence from arqios
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numbers do not touch the soul
nor rouse from depths of reverie
whose shallow sepulchral beauty
surface deep, revelations aplenty
plead with matrimonial vows, thus
parchment scribbles and niceties
do not constitute a true marriage
neither will ice cream ever make us
any colder after its calories kick in
poetry's soul may ever ride its form
but reaches beyond its empirical parts
its triumph available for all to behold:
in which hearts once wooden find their beat,
where at long last, Pinocchio sheds his strings
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Good write Pinocchio, erm, Arqios. lol.
Aha🙏🏻🕊️thanks O🕊️🙏🏻
I know a Pinocchio joke that I can't repeat in public and would be banned from a hymn-poem book. Fido would bark like mad at me too! lol.
Oh that one! I think I’ve heard that or something similar decades ago. Fido is quite right 🙏🏻🕊
Whoops! Should I tell you it in an e-mail?
Your call mate🙏🏻🕊️
Is there truth in this write or just another of his famous lies!!, enjoyed the read
Haha! Got where you’re coming from. Thanks kindly 🙏🏻🕊️
You are very welcome
A balloon ready to burst it joins so many disjointed pieces, a Frankenstein meant in the most complimentary way stitched together it breaths and arises alive not on puppet strings and not of wood but living flesh. In our lack of understanding we reject and send to the ice lands a creation held monstrous. What a creation this poem is my friend a fave
Thanks Soren, that is quite humbling to read. 🙏🏻🕊️
...it has to be seen how it fares
Oh this is metaphor rich for sure. "parchment scribbles and niceties / do not constitute a true marriage". Truth. I have firsthand experience of that, my friend. This line also reminded me of the classic Bon Jovi song, "Living in Sin" off of their New Jersey album. "You can talk but still say nothing / stay together, but alone." Truth. Your poem is a brilliant one my friend, Truly loved it. Happy Sunday to you! 🌹👏
Oh thanks friend! Awesome to see Bon Jovi within frame 🖼 most appreciated 🙏🏻🕊
You are most welcome. As for Bon Jovi...anytime. I was born and raised in Jersey! 🤣🤘😎 Bon Jovi Forever!
Never been but lived there by proxy, my aunt having lived in and around Irvington and my uncle (her brother) in Union (it’s his birthday today). Jerry Lewis being my daughter’s childhood favourite comedy act. 🙏🏻🕊
Ah. Yes. I grew up about 45-50 minutes away from Irvington. So, yeah, know the area well. Happy birthday to your Uncle, by the way. If you ever do come to this state, I promise there is much to explore in one tiny little state. From the Skylands region where I grew up to the city areas to the pine barrens and everywhere in between. If you don't have that opportunity. Turning on Bon Jovi's Slippery When Wet and New Jersey albums will bring you there in spirit! Nope, not a fan here! LOL! 🤣
Wonderful inspiring write arqois. Imagination will free the heart and soul.
And freedom is what the soul longs for! Thank you kindly AP🙏🏻🕊
[Thank you for the hint] Laden thus with capable metaphors and the haunting conclusion whose preceding tale invites, why do I feel like hugging myself, eh? Delectably rendered with superb imagery, the inherent poignancy haunts me even yet. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much, so glad it’s found its spark in your reading🙏🏻🕊️
Shed those strings, stop the nose growing and tell what life truly is arqios.
Andy
Haha, “nose-growing” indeed! Thanks Andy🙏🏻🕊
very nicely done
Thanks kindly 🙏🏻🕊️
very welcome
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