• Poppies, Sails ’n Dreams

    O’er Gulf of Maine’s blue, a gull soars high ’n free …
    poppy blessed Isles of Shoals scattered far below.
    As a sail-rigged skiff slips silently alee,
    days-of-yore dreams through my voyager’s soul flow.

    Richard Jenkins
    ©2025

    (see this in it’s finished state on my Posts page)

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    Behind The Door

    wishing for one more tomorrow silent dreams laced with sorrow everything is broken beneath the lies what you stand for i despise praying for the slightest change all these emotions we rearrange everything is broken past your mind all alone and walking blind   i’m innocent..   this passion burns  deep...

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    • hello Damian good morning I could connect with your lyrics a very powerful song 💕

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

        Damian

    • A heartfelt write! Well done, Damian!

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

        Damian

    • Powerful work, my friend.

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

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Duende. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was sung really heavy in that chorus, ended by a nice growl on “Door.” It was a great song in my mind, too bad I never had a copy of the recording. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’re spot on. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • GREAT!! Wonderfully pieced & constructed. This deserves a bookmark.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. Honored to make the book my friend. This was some of my better early stuff, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • The way you wove through this, highlighting a sense of being dragged along & out of control…whether in your mind or in the world, really weighs heavily. That repetition of being locked in creates a weight that is palpable. Powerful piece, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with these lyrics my friend. It’s still one of my favorite pieces, these were lyrics I was proud of, when they got music it was a warmth I can’t explain in my heart. I still sing this forgotten song, just to remember it. The guitar riff is faint memory, there is enough there to remember how I sung it. This is a song, Joey G, would never let me have my own copy of. I’m not going there right now. lol. He pisses me off to this day on certain issues. If I had a copy, I would have shared it proudly. Instead it has a home on some old hard drive somewhere, never to be heard. Sorry, about the tangent. lol. I missed your commentary, you get me stirred up sometimes. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Marching To The Grave

    i will embrace deathwith open armsslowly losing my breathfleeing from all harmsend me on my waylet’s march to the gravetake my meaningless life awaythere’s nothing left to save what is the meaning of lifeto live is to die marching to the...

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    • We’re all marching to the grave. Great piece my friend.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. We are heading that way, but this was written in the angst of my teenage world. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • The seventeen-year-old you were going through it. This is really good to be penned at 17

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I went through it many times in this life, but the teenage angst in me always went for the jugular. lol. Well, 17 year old me smiled inside, and said thank you. He never thought he was the bees knees if you know what I mean. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Superb work. Powerful.

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

        Damian

    • Shades of the future Damian DeadLove. 🔥

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Alexandria. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Teenage angst sometimes made up for the lack of experience I had when it came to writing back then. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Pretty deep thought for a 17yo to be considering the inevitability of death. Seems the art of poetry & philosophy started young for you. In my experience the general emo trends of the 90’s facilitated my poetic curiosity. It’s fun to read my own teenage writes but I’ve not been brave enough to share from that far back even with editing. 😝 ha! I didn’t have your level of skill at 17, though. Kudos!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Ruby. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I was pretty angry at the world at 17, not that my attitude has improved much since those days, as far as the world is concerned. I started at 14 or 15 yrs old. I would turn 18 a couple of months after writing this one. I started out trying to write Hair Metal lyrics, they were horrible and I would never share them with anyone. We all start somewhere, Ruby. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you dig the lyrics my friend. I just realized today that I was better than I gave myself credit for, I’m my own worst critic. lol. I think all writers are that way though, we hold ourselves to our own high standards. My biggest problem was I never took time to appreciate what I was doing, that’s something maturity brings for sure. Thanks for your continued support. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • From our first breath until the last, we’re marching to the grave. But what we do in the interim…ah, that’s where it gets interesting. I did a quick math check & it tells me that I am only 5 years older than you. I remember these feelings at that age. A friend once told me “Girl, you do morbid so well!” Even at 17 you had vision & rhythm. And the evolution was so worth the journey to who you are, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with these old lyrics my friend. No way, everybody used to say that about me as well. I was morbid or dark, because I questioned authority or why us humans do what we do. Glad to know I wasn’t alone my friend. You’re much too kind, but it’s nice to hear anyhow. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    In these quiet places⁓ (Free Verse)

    In these quiet places⁓Come, let me pull you gently into our quietness,where wonder has etched the loveliness ofyour softly alluring "take me" eyespermanently into my hopeful,azure blues,where the dawns rise silently ~ gentlyto mist our early skies with goldbefore surrendering...on unto...

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    • First, the way you displayed the piece is beautiful. Every stanza starts off with asking to be allowed to bring her closer to you.
      This is just perfect

      • A good Wednesday morning to ya, Fia 🌼

        It is sooo nice to begin the day with such inspiring words from a knowing poetess’ radiantly heart-gifted pen.
        To receive commentary so warmly laid (as Yours) upon one of my earnest poetic efforts means more than mere thanks … you make me wish I had an endless supply of stardust to sprinkle over every grim moment of all your days and nights.

        And, you seem to possess a gift of grasping the true essence of my poetry; rare few do … and, it makes me feel special.

        Then, I am truly humbled you think this piece is “perfect” … thank you, Fia ⁓ Rascal🖌

    • Ahhh, Lady Adira 🌾

      How warmly your gracious platitudes so deeply enthrall a hopeful bard, and what a gratifying honor to be placed on your “daily fix list”.

      Thank you sincerely for your lovely morning touch! ⁓ Rascal🖌

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