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    The Wind Cried Mary

    The Wind Cried MaryThe wind,called her nameand shewas then gone ..But a starwas born insteadand whileno one knows forcertain ..Just how many stars burn bright each and everysingle night ..Mark these wordsof mine myfriend, for anotherone shall surely shine...

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    • This is so raw and open. I guess she wanted you to go on. Keep the memory in your mind but not a gravestone to visit.

    • This shines. Well done brother.

    • Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend. I seen this happen with my grandparents on my mom’s side. My Nan passed first, and Pop went on for a few years without her. But he wanted to be with her, he was lost without her. I can relate. Thanks for sharing this write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • You have my tears… that final line was sudden and caught my heart completely. Thank You for sharing this with us Open and Raw (good title for a poem 🙂 ). This gem and masterpiece is not less than the previous one, each line is very special, cary the genuine of your emotions. I can’t really express how beautiful and special it is…Thank You again for sharing it with us🌸 please be well soon 🙏🏻💕

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    while mopping the floor

    It isn’t solitude that killsbut loneliness.Not the want of company,but the ache left by thosewho once knew your silenceswho once saw into your soul. You can stand in a room bursting with laughter and still feel no touch of being...

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    Still Cold Under The Coat

    Still Cold Under The CoatOh’ my love,how I must have changedsince we last     failed and so conspicuously ..You neverfaltered though or pausednor turnedaround for a final backward      glance did you ..Oh’ and neither did you dropeither of thoseelegant gloves...

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    Random Thoughts About You

    Random Thoughts About You    I. The blood streaked across my eye pooling into a pencil point, but acting like it wanted to fight. Instead, it faded, then said goodbye, As you walked out the door.   II. The wind whipped across the deck like it was in a hurry...

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    • hello dearest poet I feel you on this interesting note my children are Aztec as was my ex…he is registered with tribe I never registered my children…I feel for your pain ❤️

      • Thank you for visiting Crimsin. One of my long ago ancestors was part of the Native American tribe that inhabited Manhattan when the Dutch arrived. May I ask why you never registered your children as Aztec and into the tribe? Are you Native American?

        • no I’m not Native American my ex was we don’t know where he currently is he wanted to register them when they were little but we didn’t do it now the kids need their day to register or go through a lot of red tape as there are large somes of money invoved…they are not asking for that just to be recognized…

    • Profound pain does this… when nature seems to reflect all your feelings and You also can’t enjoy anything of it. it’s like two opposite things, the nurture sharing your pains and nature is also going against You. “Random Thoughts About You” is a perfect title, the shattered mind and heart… one thought here, another there, one feeling is here another there… perfect song too, I love Kim Wild version of it. written well with feelings of numbness and emptyness being expressed and delivered clearly. Peace 🕊️ and happiness 💕 my friend.

      • Hi Light. I appreciate your comment. I remember Kim Wilde’s version of this song. A more “upbeat” style. While I do like the Vanilla Fudge version, my favorite is still the Supremes’ original. Their version is also more upbeat compared to Vanilla Fudge. Anyway, thanks again for your kind review.

    • I share your pain .. but then, I doubt you will be surprised .. nevertheless I am glad I came by this way .. you just helped me make more sense of myself and my world so ya did .. Wishing you well is becoming a reflex my friend .. kindest regards, Neville 👍👍

      • Hey there Neville, you are always welcome to walk through my poems. I am glad that this one helped you “make sense of your world, and yourself”. Perhaps now you could shed some light on my jumbled mess. 😕

    • Ms. Mary, what a treat to have you comment on one of my poems. So, you think I’m organized, huh? Not if you saw my notebooks. 🤔😂 But I want to make a deal: I’ll be good to me, if you’ll be good to you. 🌹

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    A Poem, Short, But Way Too Long

    A Poem -Short, But Way Too Long 1.Miss sippi,back woodspine filledcountry.Pineyville,home of Leroy Boyd James,lynched1959.Pineyville,in the deep Southwhere black bones layon river bottomscause the currentdidn’t carry them away;or lay in unmarked graves.Disappearedunder soggy,red soil,under pine needlesweighed downby horrors unnamedand people...

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    • Outstandingly and brilliantly written my friend, You brought justice to them… and that last verse! smart very very smart and says it all. It really surprises me how some people thinking is till this day extremist and racist, but truth from where I am and what I’ve seen in the past years, nothing surprising me anymore. I admire your poem and admire You for writing it.

    • Okay, I have to say, this brought tears to my eyes. Such imagery should never exist but also never forgotten. I believe you did Nina justice here

    • Light, Willow, and Mary, thank you so much for your visit and for your comments on this poem. One of the reasons I became a revolutionary was because of digging deeper into the oppression of Black people. At first, it was more based on a religious basis, but after reading books like Griffin’s, “Black Like Me”; Baldwin’s, “The Fire Next Time”; and “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”, I began to realize it has deeper roots in a whole system, the rise of capitalism and its colonial conquests and genocide and slavery. This led me to Marx and Lenin and Mao, and now Bob Avakian. We do not have to live this way, and we are capable of ending all oppression. This is the reason for those last 2 lines.

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