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RE: West Harbour ...Part 72 ...Grieving a Ghost

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Hey Alex! Happy Thanksgiving, although it is in America, we celebrated ours last. month in Canada, regardless, we all need to be thankful at some point in the year. This is the highpoint of my response - it's all downhill from here ...just saying.

Yes, I was thinking about my poems today. I write them usually on my walks, first in my head and then later on paper. I still walk, I still think and feel, but I no longer post them on Hive because there seems to be a prejudice against rewarding poems as if they aren't significant unless they're epic length.

Personally, I think a work of art is perfect regardless of dimensions. I've posted some of my quotes on Steemit along with a painting or photo and often earned more than my stories. whatever...I'm jaded by the response and that's honestly why I don't post them.

I used to love posting them at night, just after 9 or 10 pm EST - poetry like wine is best enjoyed in candlelight or the quiet of night. I used to love that hour of reflection. I was robbed of that - that's how it feels, and now I realize how bitter I feel.

Why did you have to ask that? - I had come to terms with disappointment and now you've disturbed the placid universe within me. I feel the same way now as I do when Trump is about to speak - incredibly nauseous and revulsed. So what do I really think? LOL!! I think I'm always the victim - that's why my heroes are conflicted. Damn! I'm going to bed now...thanks for asking?! :)

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lol...if you can...melt a tobleron in your mouth and you will forget your woes.

In this world of now, I find it amusing that we can be friends and talk, when our political viewpoints are so diametrically opposed. The funny thing is, even black africans tell me they are praying for Trump to win, or else we lose everything as the globalists take over and we no longer even own ourselves: our bodies, our children, the history of our family and so on.

But, this is how it has been most of my life and it was the purpose of studying how to debate. A pity that has been lost among the younger generations

Your poems are not lost. As time goes, you also grow (not just older) and your poems will reflect the changes in you.

Hey Alex, you're right, my friend. Give me peace :)

I'm not surprised we differ. My best friend was a life long anarchist and pagan, to the point of being an iconoclast. He used to call me a poet-priest long before Cohen tried to co-opt the term - Mind you his surname indicates he was from the priestly caste...anyway

I have written poems since I was seventeen for a small circle of friends and oftentimes for an audience of one so I'm not dismayed by an ill-informed response so much as by some people's attitude. You know people don't get art as much as they do celebrity and it's that way all over now. Taylor Swift complains about her songs being hijacked and most authors can't be traditionally published unless they're known - how about the irony of that? My optometrist thinks I'm famous because she Googled me on line, lol - I told her that was relative. I can recall a time when I had no footprint so that's irrelevant. What bugs me is the same thing that caused people I brought to Steemit to leave the site - Hive is the same deal. These were writers successful in their own right - one who won Emmys for his screen writing, who couldn't believe the lack of recognition of art and the rewarding of tripe.I think this latter part causes many to get discouraged on these sites.

But you're right - that's simply a mote to trouble the mind's eye. I ignore crazy drivers on highway (mostly) and can laugh about them. This is another car on the road. Thanks for the encouragement, my friend.

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