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Domestic Bliss-ters
Contributed by
spike
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Saturday, 10th December 2016 @ 06:26:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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from place to place I haul my gear,
either ones too rough, another too dear.
the search for shelter keeps me on the street,
and the domestic blisters on my feet.
from job to job I drift and dwell,
some are great, while others hell.
a need for change keeps me on my feet,
with a callused soul, bittersweet.
from tryst to kiss I stop and start,
havent found the one to give my heart.
my quest for love leaves me incomplete,
the hope eternal, but discreet.
a sense of place, a purpose, true,
a person to surrender to.
simple yearnings, hard to meet,
but worth the blisters on my feet.
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spike
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2016-12-10 06:26:57]
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Re: Domestic Bliss-ters
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by softerware on
Saturday, 10th December 2016 @ 09:03:50 AM AEST
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This has a mellow rhyme scheme, that carries us along, with a great title! A key phrase that won/'/t leave my mind: CALLOUSED SOUL. A shoeless spirit, well-traveled?
While we root for the hero to find A PERSON TO SURRENDER TO, we discover a profound lesson tucked into your write; a reminder that we are incapable of appreciating what we have never done without.
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Re: Domestic Bliss-ters
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by Invierno on
Saturday, 10th December 2016 @ 06:24:57 PM AEST
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damn good poem!
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Re: Domestic Bliss-ters
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Tuesday, 20th December 2016 @ 01:17:14 PM AEST
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Showing perfectly well how life and living is a journey.
We all take it, some travel smooth paths, some rocky roads.
There is no guidebook and no map, we all have to find our own way.
Fantastic
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