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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Old Man at the Window and the Immortal Cats
April 8th arrives
with the hush of a page
that turns itself.In the big window
the one that frames the world
like a painting too honest to sell
an old man sits,
chewing a piece of old bread
as if time itself
were something he could soften
with patience.He does not speak.
He never…Read More -
Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Atmospheric Compression
sleep…
we parted company…for the most part
a while ago
snatches of nap here and there
but a full night’s sleep?
…very rare
disrupted by dreams and thoughts
as I stare at the ceiling
and tossmaybe it’s only my imagination
(but I somehow doubt it)
the world feels…
heavier?
more dense?
and…Read More2 Comments -
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
winter’s hold…Read More -
Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Watch Your Mouth
we weren’t allowed to curse
so she never did it herself
always setting the good example
whenever we repeated words heard…
that we were forbidden to utter…
she’d softly remonstrate…
“now now now…watch your mouth”
but I learned very early
she had an exception
if pushed to full annoyance
(a rare event – she…Read More4 Comments-
In our house it was the threat of having our mouths washed with soap if we cursed. And it only took one mouth washing to guarantee obedience to this rule. Very cool poem for day 7 of poetry month Willow -Curt
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My cousin told me to say a word in front of my mother, and I didn’t know what it meant and I got slapped. Never said that again. haha at least not to her.
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Protest
Protest! They say they care.
Protest! They wouldn’t dare.
Protest! They cut your hair.
Protest! They strip you bare.
Protest! They foul your air.
Protest! Your bruises hurt.
Protest! Your face is dirt.
Protest! Your eyes are tired.
Protest! Your jaw is wired.
Protest! Your eyes are black.
Protest! No going back!
Protest! Y…Read More4 Comments-
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Girl this is something. Protest to be heard but who is even listening? they keep doing the damage. This is good
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It’s borne out of my frustration at The World, Fia. The Devil, threatening to wipe out a civilization using foul-mouthed rhetoric only makes life worse for all of us, bluffing or not. The Devils on the other side are just as bad, if not worse -putting to death 30,000 innocent protestors. Pray we all move to Peace, soon, girl. Take Good Care of…Read More
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I think your poem speaks to something very true Willow. There is a definite compression in the air in these times (and for many for a very long time before this). But especially today, there is the feel of the walls pressing in, everything is hunkering down trying to find a safe place to live in. This is no way for human beings to live. -Curt