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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
CRAVING DESTINY
“…… Our hearts and our minds
they’re one and the same
cause you are my kind.”
~~ Santana, featuring Seal (from the album “Shaman”)Long ago I came to see
how I needed you so;
how the gate and flow
of your textured red legs
would bend and go
on forever filling my mind
with world conquering adventure.
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
CONQUERING THESE STORMS
“Everyone wants to go to heaven
but no one wants to die.”
**Peter ToshToday is so Spring-like,
the air, smooth with freshness,
the grass seems greener
stretching to reach your touch.
And the sky, so azure
it tastes like mountain running water.
Today it is difficult to realize
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I sometimes wonder if you realize in the writing how prophetic and on point your observations are. We had more than an inkling at the time of inking, but who could have predicted how awful it would get? And they’re not done yet. This is a beast of a powerhouse, my friend
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve been accused a couple of times in this life of being prophetic in my observations. J.J. Burton was the first to tell me that, even Joey G. has said it a time or two. I just go where my muse leads me, and jot down the thoughts that come to me. I think this one is more fuel for the bonfire my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Interesting in how such a write could be penned in the 1960s, til now. It’s a never ending cycle of promises and BS, with military interventions along the way. We the people just try to eek out a decent life, as unscathed as possible.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It could have been penned in the 60’s and every era in-between I agree. It’s a rabbit hole that never ends, a collection of puzzle pieces I try to put together, I’ve been chasing for answers my whole life. Sadly it often leads to more questions, because the actual puzzle is ginormous with lots of moving parts. It’s all part of my journey it would seem. My wife and kids are my happiness it only took a little over 20 years to figure that one out. lol. Better late than never I guess. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Some things just have to be said out loud and wrapped in poetry .. it’s too hard to write them in stone .. Nice one Damian
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Hey amigo. Everything is so unstable and messed up. I’m just trying to get through my day feeling like a decent person. It’s all too much. And I feel it in this write. Well done
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You may have written this two years ago but it’s still true till this day. Half the time I’m baffled by what happens and see no results as far as justice.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Wally. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I have that happen sometimes where a write will still hit home in present day. Justice doesn’t always make its self visible, it sometimes sneaks up on those who violate it, without the public ever knowing any was served. That’s kinda deep.. Appreciate you.
Damian
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This is a real blockbuster vision of what is happening and how such much is crumbling before our very eyes. the lies, deceit and treachery are very real and your poem illustrates this with brushstrokes of genius. Appreciate you.
John
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, John. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’ve been doing some reading tonight. You probably feel like you been through a rabbit hole or two by this point in the journey. lol. It’s much appreciated as are you. Peace, Love, and Lennon..
Damian
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Diversity
Being a city boy
with Native roots,
I have always loved the feel
of cool, dew-laden grass
licking my toes;
the scent of pine needles
on the forest floor;
the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts
inside my heart,
I begin to see the balance of life.
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Very good…. I love this part the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts… A beautiful metaphor.. like if a butterfly can sense our thoughts . I do feel they sense those things too. Nice work… Keep it up-
Thanks Navina, I am glad you found this poem enjoyable. It means a lot and I appreciate your comment
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The twist and turns you have going here had me laughing and then my mouth was hanging open. Interesting piece