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    Shade Tree Sam

    Beneath this tree, where shade is good I park my car and pop the hood Spark plugs fouled--she won’t run right I’ll scrape ‘em clean with this here knife   Got one good tire with lots of tread The rest are may-pops, nearly dead The tail...

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    Without Any Light

    Remember when the music felt alive  Electric waves forming into thoughts Writing words was a means to survive   Simple days spent longing for love Never taking time to connect the dots Left alone as push turned to shove   Wasted moments a desperate stare Forgot the next...

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    • This is really good and there is nothing wrong with living on the edge.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve been known to take a chance every now and then. lol. Appreciate you, Cuz.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like those two stanzas a lot as well. Always thankful for your continued support. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Dear D,

      This piece brings in memories of writing letters, buying actual record albums, listening to the radio on an actual radio. I greatly appreciated the thought process in this write and the subtle warning to be aware of things lurking about. Terrific write. H🌷

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, H. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Those are some pretty terrific memories you listed, sometimes that world seems a million miles away, especially for those who lived it and try to keep it alive in our words. I always enjoy your commentary and your continued support my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Just trying something different. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Dreams are casting doubt once again
      It sometimes seems it’s so deliberate
      Like a stiff jab landing across the chin

      Fantastic, absolutely fantastic.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s my favorite stanza as well. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I walked through this one like the aisles of record stores, and frantically scribbling in my spiral bound notebooks, and trying to survive in a world full of so much that sorting it out became impossible…so we just chose live in the music and the words. The conversations that felt monumental then…come back today and feel even more incredibly relevant. But we hadn’t thought of them in years. Like the binding of time through word and thought. So hard to feel those moments in a time like now, when everything is fake news and nothing can be trusted. You took me on a journey here, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Oh, the aisles of the record stores. That’s a sweet memory from the past. Talking music brings people together I’ve always believed that. That’s some incredible commentary dearest friend, you’ve been missed around here. Warms my heart to see you wandering the halls again. Glad I could take you on a journey.. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Great vibe on this one, nostalgic but also fond of warm memories.
      Nicely penned.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Wally. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m a nostalgic guy sometimes, it’s nice to have a warm memory to visit, before returning to present-day reality. You’ve been on a commenting streak brother, thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Four Quiet Seasons - One Loud Man

    Four Quiet Seasons - One Loud ManWould you please just look at me,I tend to oscillate and goaround and around in increasinglyunpredictable circles,chasing my tail, but hardly making  even the faintest sound ..But if the truth was only known...

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    Chemo Dreams and the Axe Within

    In the cancer year  I bled like a thief,  postmortem without a corpse    The night she lost her hair  tears of piers across the valleys  crying for the days which will be no more,  one bridge way too far    When one was hurting silently  the other one knew loudly;  the afternoon deputy cancer-bastard pulled   the shotgun...

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    • I cannot imagine the pain and the dreams that come out of it.

    • Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Dear R,

      This years at my heart strings. Makes me think of Eerie. And my heart bleeds. This piece is so strong it has its own pulse. H 🌷

      • diolch H. when a kind soul such as yourself emotionally responds to my tatty words, it makes it worthwhile. eerie touched your heart, that is all we can ask in this trapeze and circus we call life. x

    • “When one was hurting silently
      the other one knew loudly; ” – This is actually very clever and damn accurate. Props for that bit of genius.
      The write itself is brutally honest and centered once for heart and once for the head. This is why I search your writes out, for the skill. Awesome write, Rob.

      • you are not exactly bereft of writing skills yourself my friend. far from it.

        that’s twice cancer has sliced my heart. moving on with so much love delivered to my spine.

        thanks too for the ‘comments’ insight.

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    redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month

    The Silence of Words

    April 30th, last day of
    Poetry Month, arrives
    with showers, grey skies,
    and sadness. Fitting I
    suppose referring to
    the old saying, ‘April showers,
    May flowers’, those Springtime
    colors designed to bring joy,
    happiness, and the feeling of
    self-worth, of being whole
    and seen, alive in wonder.
    Instead, this day…Read More

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    • I’ve found that more often than not, people translate words through whatever filter they’re currently struggling with. It may not have anything to do with us even. But our words have impact, not always how we meant them, and their responses have an equal impact. Words are powerful and because of that, can be dangerous. Even if unintended. I feel this one

      • Hi Willow, I really appreciate your comment on this poem. I think your are right about the ‘filter’ of how words land with someone. It’s hard at times, even in real, face to face conversation, but here or on any social media website, it’s even harder. And yes, words are powerful and dangerous. It’s one reason I think, that we write poetry. Thank…Read More

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