He aims his words with perfection
If he was cupid, it’d be okay
but he selects specific targets
and carefully chooses his prey
His places his lines in the bow
and releases without delay
His accuracy is lethal
not one word ever goes astray
He phrases sink into the heart
much to his target’s dismay
and any soul who gets hit
will sadly never get away
Most poets write for a specific audience and once their readers fall under the spell, they never recover.
There ‘may’ also be a few thoughts in this piece about some instapoets 😉
Secret Thoughts Within 
Oh .. very pointed arrows Bree
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Haha, thanks Ivor 😉
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hmmmm the insta cupid…😆
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They are interesting to observe in their natural habitat 😆
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hahaha good one!! those insta-poets…🤣
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😉
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Oh I love this, Bree…💘 those arrows are brutal sometimes! ❤️🩹💔
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Thanks Michelle!!! 💜 They sure are.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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This reads as if there some feeling pent up inside. Building nicely.
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Thanks David 🙂
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I relate to that specific audience post.
Not to forget, it’s a beautiful post.
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😁💜
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Good words! You hit the target 😉
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Haha, I’m glad to hear it.
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