I can make great stuffed shells. Now I’m hungry. lol

Tastefully penned, Keith. I’m an Al Dente kinda guy as well. I love pasta and Italian food in general, but then again I really love Mexican food as well. Damn, I’m hungry now. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a very delicious poem, dear Keith!
I love Italian pasta – is the title an invitation?

Hauntingly penned, Keith. Somethings just aren’t right in this world. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Keith
I loved the way you used the alphabet in reverse to pen this piece.
Clever and worthy of a gold ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Letters make nothing of path’s quest.

This is very nice. A slow burn which gives you the feel of drinking whisky.

Passionately penned, Adagio. Nice write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi @Damian,

Inspired on the artwork and your write:

een derde mond – plotseling
smaakte wat naar whiskey
tribal tattoo op haar dij
‘s intimite as can be

whiskey is geen verleiding
mijn teken van gevaar
‘t is anders als ik er af blijf
en alleen proef bij haar

And translated:

a third mouth – suddenly
tasted a bit like whiskey
tribal tattoo on her thigh
‘s intimate as can be

whiskey is not a temptation
my sign of danger
it’s different if I stay away from it
and only taste it on her

Yours is a lovely write and this is meant as a hats off to that. And you.
Kind regards, Gus

Thank you.

Hoi hoi A.,
There’s a theory that says that the first four sentences determine, if the reader wants to go on reading.
And the four of this poem take me by storm.

Never knew that there is a tong exactly the same as the Dutch Tong. Pronunciation the same as in Dutch too.

Ah well. Love the poem needless to say.
Kind regards, Gus

Thank you, Gus.

Powerfully penned, Adagio. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

chèr D.,
Amen to that.
I’ll be back tomorrow to read it again.

Kind regards, Gus

Your wallop of a write had me nodding in agreement. So many truths are nestled in every line. Love will indeed live forever! Outstanding write, my friend.

Clay

Well said. No body is promised tomorrow.

That last stanza sends this one home. Wonderful piece Damian.

Dear D,

Inspirational to be sure. This write was a movie short where I could envision the hero if the piece roaming from one stanza to the next recognizing the differentiation of God and truth vs ai and evil. Great write. H🌷

” Shadows on the wall are growing

Coming to poison what God built ”

Those words were written with a hammer and chisel.

Dope overall vibe
Diggin the positive outro, brother…

Much respect

Naaj

Sigh…where to start? I agree with Naaj up there. 👆 Those lines are definitely carved in granite. There’s a loss of humanity occurring on so many levels today. AI is replacing human labor, taking human paychecks and means of living. But AI does what man tells it. It’s not out there knocking on doors and handing out resumes. It’s the greed of man dehumanizing their fellows that’s doing the damage. The fact that we have a deranged overstuffed cheese puff feeding frenzy to his blind acolytes speaks volumes for the state of man’s moral compass right now. Every decision they’re making is destructive…to the earth (our host) and to its guests (us and wildlife). Yeah, I got rolling but this one took me to so many places. Keep carving those lines, my friend, and I’m sure I’ll keep ranting