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    Beneath the Eye

    The dark, warm plume begins to spiral high,A bitter velvet cloud against the pane,And in that fragrant steam, beneath the eye,The past returns, defying sun or rain.It is the scent of mornings laced with gold,The sharp, narcotic call of...

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    Pound Of Flesh

    Numb from endless propaganda  Trying to tell people what to think Subliminal messages everywhere  Telling us to fight, fuck, or murder   Information the new gold standard  It’s lifeblood to a corporate vampire  Controlling this narrative worldwide  While collecting their pound of flesh     Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024

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    • A powerful and thought provoking piece, dear Damian! Puppets on the string which move to every command of the puppeteer are easily to control…
      To follow the drum of your heartbeat was a good idea! Your free rhyming flows easily and naturally!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Elke. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You hit the nail on the head. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Excellent, see .. this is what happens when free verse becomes you .. its all prose from here and no cons .. write on .. Neville

    • I HATE corporations and Politicians. Your poem strikes a nerve which I can easily understand and agree with.

    • This is really good cuz. I don’t like politics, but you write this so well.

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Back at ya.. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Fantastic work, my friend.

    • Two verses yet they tell the whole truth…. I don’t know how the human mind and spirit will survive and deal with all these negative rushes all around and everywhere… The problem that even when You are conscious and doing what You should do, the environment around You is saying another thing, and we both know how the surrounding affects us and now we need extra extra work! Yes I do appreciate old times. Great write my friend.

    • You know, the number of poetic rants I’ve written this year alone actually depresses me. It never seems to end. Spilling their lies and spewing their hate on the daily. Everyone I know is numb and fighting fatigue from it all. I’ll keep spilling truth if you do, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I know your pain, I have that same pain. That I wrote this in the summer of 2024 and it still works today is depressing indeed. Count me in, always willing to spill the truth my friend. Kindred Spirts! Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Without Key

    ...stuck in this riddle a long time, hauntingof unanswered questions I cannot grasp each breath a cold whisper thick with dust without a key to a puzzle of woven thoughts within my soul where I continue to dwell   

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    Tongue-Tied Memories

    The past sits on my tongue, an aphasic weight. It is not an absence, but a presence, a collection of moments so vivid they have no easy words. I can see the afternoon light slanting across the worn floorboards...

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    • A brilliant writing, dear Adagio! I will never stop marveling at your wording and imagery! Especially your creative comparisons leave me awe- struck!

    • Thank you, Elke.

    • This piece resonated with me on a personnal level, I have been recluse for a while and words can no longer describe the intensity of my life experiences, hence I keep them private at the core of my soul, for my own enjoyment.

      I enjoyed every word, beautifully portrayed.

    • I appreciate that, Jade.

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    Gunga Din

    The woom was s-siwent, softwy wit,A wecitation to begin.The whythm of old Kiwpwing sh-shawped,But twansfowmed by a diff’went cweed.The text was twagic, waw, and gweat,Of battles fought beneath the sun;But when the opening wine he spake,The poem took a...

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