• Ignoring the Billboards of Morality

    Ignoring the Billboards of Morality the impasse of logic when the bypass is tragic   the psychotic  foresees the victim hiding within  the trees   of fate cornered seen in peripheral vision too late   the little ones grew as the lewd troll eschewed   the traffic with no stop lights no signs of stoppage just those of  yielding to what's coming from the right in dead of...

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    • I get the driver ignored what was happening on the side of the road in the woods? Interesting piece

    • Brilliantly laid, Jacob,

      It’s gone wayyy too far when one’s political views are taken so seriously by the opposing radical factions that they’ll get ya killed.
      It couldn’t have been put better than V1.

      I love the Freestyle work, and really dig your title … the voice of present day, and enduring past’s as-well. There’s nothing new about crazy people.

      It’s hard to say thanks to this, My Friend, but poetically speaking, I wholeheartedly do! ⁓ Richard🖌

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    The Birth of Opals

    The Birth of Opals Upon my very word I did once marvel at the seeming birth of opals all along the very subtle curve of her naked back and thighs .. And how within their fiery glow they did so very much resemble the...

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    • “She was there until she was gone”—Butterflies are free, like in the old seventies film.
      And women are free as well, they may lite upon our branch for a few seconds…but we must not try to hold them.
      They will come back if they wish.
      Like this poem a lot, Neville.
      j.

    • Hello Jacob, it is good to see you have joined the new gang .. and thanks tons for reaching out & considering my little but not so new scribble .. Indeed, many thanks indeed sir & wishing you well .. Neville 😎👍

    • Tremendous work, as always my friend.

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  • AFTERNOON

    Salty kisses ring like slow funeral bells in the early freedom of Autumn. My destination nears, so I’ll take one last ride down this highway into the ruddy light before it is time to lie down in cool water and sleep among the rocks.

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    • It would seem a good place to sleep and not be bothered.
      j.

    • Are you on your way to the shore for the last dip?

    • Fia,
      I’m seventy-six years old and every one of us is headed to the same shore, I just hope the fish are biting…
      Vol

    • Your writing always hits THE spot, Vol. Age or not, you have the sensitivity and expertise to find the right words every time you put quill to vellum! You never fail to bring emotion, guidance or humour, life experience to your writing. So and thus, dear sir, no finishing from you, please. If needs must, write fewer words but never stop.. I.. we.. all need you to keep moving, even if a little slower. Disagreeing with me is not an option 🙂

    • You are much admired by this amaretto soul. Remember, age is a matter of mind – if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. I echo Emma’s words. The emotion and humor you bring to an empty page is unparalleled in my book. Take care, my friend. You matter. I care!

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    The Great Exodus

    The man's face is leather-like,as time-worn as his stained overallsfrom years of farming. His degraded truck's radiatoris starving for water. He unscrews the radiator capwith callused hands andgrabs a thin handle to ared metal bucket struggling not to spill a...

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