Powerfully penned, Kesner. Crisp and precise imagery, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Many thanks, Damian. Means a lot. 🕊️🙏

Lovely description. Enjoyed the vision you created.

Many thanks, voi. Made my day 🙏🕊️

Oh, I wish for just one hour to play as a child in your impossible meadow, or just five minutes as the old man I am; what a wonder that would be! But I will take this one out on occasion and play with it here in my head a while when troubling times require some canny lift-me-up. Yes, this will do nicely, but there’s always room for more. Thank you fredd; I’m still smiling, and I know it will grace my face several times tonight as I drift away to wherever we go when life releases us to fumble in the darkness. Thank you for this lovely present.

What a lovely piece of writing Fia. Great rhymes, outstanding flow.

nothing wicked about this, but the sadness of it hits home here.
you display strength and insight.
thanks for sharing.
🙏💚

Yes a little sad but we think of life as a little calloused and the piece fits. Tight

Chère F.,
My heart jumps up a little, when I see you’ve posted one of your beautiful writes.
And this one is a wake up call for me. I’ve never given much thought about my hands as is done here.
It reminds me to work harder in my allotment garden.
An allotment garden on the edge of Amsterdam? Some people have all the luck huh?

Great poem.
I’ll be looking out for the next one.
Warm regards, Gus

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

While the reader can not fail to get the message that both runs throughout and underpins this epic post, the penultimate and summative lines are surely to die for .. Write on sister F .. Neville 😎🌻👍

Such a bittersweet piece. The ache and yearn…and the stepping back. Totally felt

This is some vivid, intense scenery you painted here, Fia
Your words flowed very well for my eyes to follow and my mind to absorb.
Just lovely….

Magnificently sensual and breathtakingly passionate. I could feel this encounter unfold through your vivid and powerful telling that brought me into the depths of the hearts of these lovers. And that closing with the calloused hand withdrawing made for an ending to be remembered, my friend.

John

That’s very good 👍

hello dearest poet I hate aging and more than that my mortality is showing… this is very well written ❤️

hello dearest poet I feel you on this interesting note my children are Aztec as was my ex…he is registered with tribe I never registered my children…I feel for your pain ❤️

Profound pain does this… when nature seems to reflect all your feelings and You also can’t enjoy anything of it. it’s like two opposite things, the nurture sharing your pains and nature is also going against You. “Random Thoughts About You” is a perfect title, the shattered mind and heart… one thought here, another there, one feeling is here another there… perfect song too, I love Kim Wild version of it. written well with feelings of numbness and emptyness being expressed and delivered clearly. Peace 🕊️ and happiness 💕 my friend.

I share your pain .. but then, I doubt you will be surprised .. nevertheless I am glad I came by this way .. you just helped me make more sense of myself and my world so ya did .. Wishing you well is becoming a reflex my friend .. kindest regards, Neville 👍👍

Powerful work.

Ms. Mary, what a treat to have you comment on one of my poems. So, you think I’m organized, huh? Not if you saw my notebooks. 🤔😂 But I want to make a deal: I’ll be good to me, if you’ll be good to you. 🌹

Outstandingly and brilliantly written my friend, You brought justice to them… and that last verse! smart very very smart and says it all. It really surprises me how some people thinking is till this day extremist and racist, but truth from where I am and what I’ve seen in the past years, nothing surprising me anymore. I admire your poem and admire You for writing it.

Okay, I have to say, this brought tears to my eyes. Such imagery should never exist but also never forgotten. I believe you did Nina justice here

Light, Willow, and Mary, thank you so much for your visit and for your comments on this poem. One of the reasons I became a revolutionary was because of digging deeper into the oppression of Black people. At first, it was more based on a religious basis, but after reading books like Griffin’s, “Black Like Me”; Baldwin’s, “The Fire Next Time”; and “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”, I began to realize it has deeper roots in a whole system, the rise of capitalism and its colonial conquests and genocide and slavery. This led me to Marx and Lenin and Mao, and now Bob Avakian. We do not have to live this way, and we are capable of ending all oppression. This is the reason for those last 2 lines.