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    Enlightenment

    Enlightenment There were no pockets in those saffron robes, no lies or dramas    hide behind those unhurried furrowed brows .. Cross legged and almost directly opposite me, he sat for two thousand five hundred miles in    third class, all the way from Bangkok to...

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    • Brilliant imagery. You bring this to life.

    • You are not the only one who got enlightened like this, and the truth it’s not that we are not smart, or can be easily deceived, in fact we are more intelligent than this, it’s just that we don’t think in their ways, or/and that our hearts doesn’t feel like theirs, but we learn don’t we? These incidents teach us that life is not like us or our hearts, how we think or feel, there is goodness and there is badness.

      • How extraordinarily write You always seem to me, to be .. Bless You dear Light💕 You make my grey days seem golden 😎🌻💛👍

        • Blush*☺️ at least I hope I got what You wanted us to get. May only golden and colorful rays bless your days 🌄🙏🏻✨💫🌈💕

    • Brilliantly penned, Neville. Sharp and precise imagery my friend, once again you know how to tell a story. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Thanks a bundle Damian .. That’ll do nicely sir .. very nicely indeed .. Neville 😎👍

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    A Little Less

    Everyone on these streets  wants to be a blade  the men who slit throats   have time on their side,  what use a shotgun  against twelve cleavers?    Grace and humility  unwrapped Christmas gifts  at the foundation of tree,  and yet, they still wonder  Why santa is such a cunt?    Tears fall like Elvis tears  yet to know you...

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    • This has anger and sadness at what people have fallen for.

    • damn. No sharp instruments for you. Yet your pen is cutting!

      • They only let me eat with a spoon – no knives or forks in sight. Knife crime is off the scale over here and it’s utterly depressing. Teenage gangs. This poem just doesn’t convey what I really wished to convey / articulate and the xmas metaphor doesn’t work.

        • many times when we write out an idea, it goes into a totally different direction, etc, than we imagined. It doesn’t mean it is less. It just shows that we are multi-faceted thinkers.

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    SESSION THREE
    Wednesday, November 5th, 2025
    This session (by request) will be on the Japanese Haiku form.

    Haiku 俳句
    (by Western rules)

    An unrhymed Japanese poetic form recording or expressing the essence of a moment, that at fist blush might appear to be quite simple, yet is far from it. Still, it is far l…Read More

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    Change Of Season

    Dusty relics of forgotten lore Hidden behind lock and key Shadows rise to hit the shore While dreams wash out to sea   Stillborn inside a think tank Where ideas get thrown around  An empty stare becomes blank Till lightning strikes the ground   Archaic riddles flow like wine Ambitious...

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    • Bravo Damian, expertly poemed sir .. I can hardly wait for spring myself .. Neville 😎👍

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Unfortunately winter is coming. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Your rhyming skills are becoming masterful, Damian. I love the effortless flow in this. That change of season can be exemplified by many on youtube who are tired of life’s games. Great work here.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thanks for your continued support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • We are so long overdue for one. I’m hunting light and warmth everywhere I can find it these days. I think we all are. I’ll gather dead fall if you get some matches. We can dance around the bonfire of hope, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Sounds like a plan, getting the matches. A dance that keeps hope alive, I think we’ll have company. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • ”Stillborn inside a think tank”

      That alone cooked the cerebral synapse…
      Here you go … still throwin poetic anchors into
      this sea of rhapsodic artistry

      Much respect always

      Naaj

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Naaj. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That was one of my favorite lines as well. Much respect to you as well. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Sub Arctic

    In the emptinessOf this horizon of snowLashing windsAnd crisp soundsCrackling off the ground,I feel at home,SafeIn the understanding,If I can survive this asNormal,The void isn't so terrifying.

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