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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Strolling Through Hope
I miss carefree days
…before smoke filled the air
and storms battered us left and right
(seems like now it’s a choice of extremes)
…before fear of walking in daylight
even worse at night
…before being forced to carry my papers
hoping they even give them a glance
because there’s money to be made…
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Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write that I can relate to my friend. When I ramble I call it a musing. lol. And you hit this one out of the park. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Damian DeadLove wrote a new post
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Raise a marshmallow to soon! It’s well past time. And again, another one that fits as well as the day it was mused, my friend
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Great piece Damian. You’re the spokesperson for the demise of our country. This piece is remarkable.
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While false idols continue to make war, this work summons a Jesus who refuses salvation and a Non‑Jesus who refuses erasure. They move like twin shadows, circling the wound the world keeps reopening. Nothing here seeks redemption. Instead, the performance asks who is allowed to carry a name that has been used to bless both mercy and violence. The ritual is not an answer, it is a reckoning.
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Damn. I read several gut punches this morning, but, my friend, I think I will stop at yours because no other gut punch will top this one for now. Powerful read. Great stuff!
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Damian, the sheer velocity of this as it rocketed through the false prophets that surround us and unveiled their true nature showed them for what the are. The rich man not having a crumb under the table for the poor and taking them for all they have. I could both feel and see this through the unflinching eyes of the great poet you are. You told it like it truly is behind the smoke screens. 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. I’m kinda of obsessed with the truth that hides behind the smokescreens. I feel the obligation to expose what lies were meant to remain hidden I guess, always have, even as a younger poet. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Honor, Respect, Loyalty
Honor was not just a word
It was inner compass
Felt deep within
Respect is earned
Not demanded like a spoiled brat
Given willing
Loyalty is fleeting
What once was sort out
Is now blown away like a puff of smoke
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I second this motion Willow.