Powerfully penned, Brenda. Could feel the hurt in your words my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

An awesome, bittersweet and heart touching poem, dear Crimsin! Brilliantly written!

Most excellent, my friend. Keep on touching my heart.

How is it fair to find the perfect one so long after finding your one true love, is it fate showing a sense of humor, Tight

Brilliant

Beautiful. Only you can write these sad pieces with such delicate precision.

Passionately penned, Tim. Great storytelling my friend with a very relatable story. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brilliant work.

There’s nothing wrong with this, so i don’t know what you were wary of?
it’s a great little short with big implications. Where is part two???

I’m glad to see it end on a happy/hopeful note. Having been a lonely guy many times, I’d say this fellow’s thinking is right on. I’ve always thought there must be lonely lady for me out there somewhere, if only we could meet. Nice writing–I like your stories.

Tim, you painted loneliness in the city with brilliant brush strokes here, in an emotional train ride that will not be soon forgotten by me. This is what great prose can do. it is felt deep down in my heart and soul.

John

LOVE THIS!! Love the art work! Love the song/poem!!

There is so much to say about this poem/song, but not sure where to begin. Yes, racism and bigotry are taught, whether in the home or even more in a society where racism is built into its very fabric and from the very beginning. Genocide and Slavery (yes existing today), are the founding morality and ethos of this country, of the whole capitalist development. America was NEVER GREAT and has always been 2 countries within a single country. In today’s world and society, we see the results and continuation of this divide. And, unless it is stopped, everything will get even worse.

Drieks, your poem is right on time!! Sing it LOUD!! Back in the day, we would say: “Seize the time; Seize the power”!

Curt

Beautifully ugly truth, my friend. This may seem unrelated because it is so mild by comparison. But, it reminded me of when I was in high school in my small town of Waco, Texas. I had begun writing then and I was also active in Speech and Drama competition. I wanted to use my own work, but that was not allowed, so I adopted the pen name, “L. Cohen,” a phonetic rearrangement of the letters of my name, of a sort. My mother was aghast. “Why choose THAT name? she asked. I explained, and she said, “But that’s JEWISH! Aren’t you worried?” “Why would I be worried, mom? I asked her, innocently. “Oh, never mind, she said. I was truly puzzled. We had never talked about race. We had never been around people of other races. But I knew racism when I heard it, and I was hearing it from my own mother. Though I never heard her say an unkind word about anyone of any race, I never looked at her the same way again. Later that year, our school desegregated, 1965. Oddly (many people thought), there were no problems — at least, not among the kids. It was simply “novel” at worst. At best, I had some new friends.

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Incredible lyrics my friend you are one with your craft. Excellent work as always, your arrangement complements the lyrics nicely. And the message is received.. Appreciate you.

Damian

Love this Lady, call it out

Drieks amiga! What a powerful message. I’m honored to know you!
I can’t say I’ve experienced racism. Not the way my parents did back in the day.
My mom was very involved with who I hung out with and their parents.
If she didn’t like them it was a no fly zone. lol
My mom would love this!

The world needs this right now. It’s like we are going backwards as a society.
Not just with the color of our skin but in tolerance of different perspectives.

Thank you so much for your kind words. I am not worthy 🙏
The current president seems to be from another planet so maybe i’ll have a chance! 🤷‍♀️

Whoa, Neville!! They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Well, this poem is cold, very cold indeed. It drips with the “sting” you felt and perhaps still feel? Betrayal is a dish with rotted food, and served with a smile. But to have it shoved in your face takes betrayal to another level. While I liked your poem, I have to leave the room cause it’s just too damn cold in here. After this, Neville I think you might want to put that pen in the oven, warm it up a little. And whatever you do, do not eat that food!!!

Curt

Powerfully penned, Neville. Your words sting in this one my friend. Outstanding write with excellent detail per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

Wow, fantastic write. I was drawn in by the wonderful, descriptive phrasing…the combination of love and disappointment. No need to see the photo..,I already see it. Well done.

Superb work. Powerful imagery.

Thanks Thomas 😎👍