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• 2 months, 3 weeks ago

Unstable Faultlines and Explosive Boots

Poetry

April 27, 2026

6

I saw him in the back of the room a wide space between him and the crowd no one acknowledged his presence he was...a non-entity it was a self-imposed exile however unintended I wanted to feel sorry for him sipping his drink in silence amidst all the...

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- Fia Naturie
  2 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Even after the bridge is a smoldering pile you still can not feel anything. Once its gone, it’s gone.
  - Willow
    2 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    Truth. Thank you, Fia 😊
- Damian DeadLove
  2 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Powerfully penned, Willow. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Unfortunately power brings out the worst in humans. Almost like no one person should ever have that much power because it will corrupt them over time. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
  
  Damian
  - Willow
    2 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    It’s true. Occasionally it can be diffused. Not often though. In this case, he was a team lead who liked to flout his title from time to time. When they decided to make him a supervisor, I went to management and listed my concerns categorically. They promised to have a word with him and he changed his behavior immediately. In the end, I became his assistant for a while. He’s since left the team, but he never allowed himself to really be part of it. It was sad in a “get what you sow” kinda way. Thank you, my friend
- Willow
  2 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  Thank you, Angel Louise 😊
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• 2 months, 3 weeks ago

April 27th - Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist

Poetry

April 27, 2026

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April 27th beginsdown the stairs,all the way long,each step a small surrender,each landing a brief negotiationbetween gravity and will. It is a descentthat feels older than you,a movement inheritedfrom every fallyou’ve ever survived. But the day does not stay low.It never...

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- Fia Naturie
  2 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  That last stanza
  “And by the time it ends,
  you realize:
  you have traveled
  farther inside yourself
  than any map
  could ever show.”
  Par man that is gold
  - PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)
    2 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    Thanks my dear. 🌻
- Damian DeadLove
  2 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  “And by the time it ends,
  you realize:
  you have traveled
  farther inside yourself
  than any map
  could ever show.”
  
  Brilliantly penned, PAR. Another excellent write (day) my friend. This one is definitely all about the miles traveled, journeys tend to do that it seems. Amazing read with precise imagery brother, I could picture the surroundings especially the highway. Nicely done as always. That last stanza was chef’s kiss. I concur with Fia. Appreciate you.
  
  Damian
  - PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)
    2 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    Thanks, my Brother!
PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 2 months, 3 weeks ago

April 27th – Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist

April 27th begins
down the stairs,
all the way long,
each step a small surrender,
each landing a brief negotiation
between gravity and will.

It is a descent
that feels older than you,
a movement inherited
from every fall
you’ve ever survived.

But the day does not stay low…Read More

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- redzone
  2 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Not sure I want to go inside myself that far PAR. I just might go inside so far that I see my self outside looking in. That would be a paradox, and people would say I am insane, more so than usual. So, while I enjoyed reading your poem very muchly, I think I will just sleep this 27th day of poetry away. Wake me up at 12:O1 on the 28th. (It is a…Read More
  - PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)
    2 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    Clock is set, my friend.
redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 2 months, 3 weeks ago

Rainbow Dreams

Today, April 26th, has arrived
with a promise of color,
of something that plays in
our mind like a whisper,
like a dream.

Some dreams
are like candy apples,
sweetly coated
and soft inside;
or, like rainbows,
that rise
and fade into the sky.
And then,
there are the dreams
made of you.

Those dreams,
where your…Read More

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