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Read MoreWhat can mangroves dowhen the clouds grumbleand the sky short-circuitsand starts spewing ragged sparks?Their arms are too heavyto cover their heads; their feettoo bound by roots to run, theyface the executioner's black hoodbetween jagged flashes of fright.No wonder their...
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Interesting write. Well thought out and with a great result.
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Read MoreTo My DaughterBy FlatDaddyRight now you're busy growing toesand limiting your mother's wardrobe --a tiny sailor floating in your own private sea,the only creature in your world.And yet, tonight, you are surrounded by friends,Good friends who bring you your...
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Read MoreFunny thins kin happen out on the desert. Even when you got plenty a grub an a wide-brimmed hat to keep the sun from bakin yer brains, it’s not too unusual to see somthin well -- difrent.When Cooter Ryan...
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This story started out funny but by the end it got sad and dark … Indeed, a story of true friendship. One friend wanted the other to hear him and the deaf friend wanted to find the other in the desert.
I found it funny how the devil-coyote spoke with a Texan accent, too! 😀Al
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I used to have an audio of this one, but it disappeared. I hope you got my reply to your comment about Rabbit Jack; I ;eft a link to an Audio version so you can hear the accent.
By the way, the coyote didn’t speak that way; Cooter is telling the story, so it is him you hear. 🙂
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Read MoreOf Elephants and ToadsDid you know that Austin, Texas was once the only place in the world where elephants could be found?In fact, in 1742, Austin had more elephants than people. The majestic beasts lived along the banks of...
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Read MoreFour walls, padded confinement loud music bouncing hard Fueled by teenage angst along candle lit passages Shadows occupy every corner residual beasts traveling Feasting on innocent vibes until they consume the room Tending to my spiritual garden watering this depressing weed The fruits are rotting fast rooted in mindless envy Unable...
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Right on, man. Such an inspiring write! Addiction is very much like a ghost, haunting each moment of our lives. I am so happy you were able to push through and maintain. If you ever had any doubt, this poem is proof, that you absolutely do not need alcohol to conjure beauty and meaning on the page.
The last two lines in the third octet scream truth in my mind. Very, very wise.
Clay
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Clay. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve found out I never needed alcohol to write, it was the addiction that had planted that seed of doubt in my head. It is a ghost always lurking in the shadows, though I’ve always seen it as a personal demon waiting to pounce. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Stay true to yourself and keep on pushing forward. Rock on dude!! Great piece of poetry
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Always, brother.
Appreciate you.Damian
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I love the honesty in this. What a purge of the soul amigo!
This has so much in it. It had its own evolution.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It means a lot to me. Appreciate you.
Damian
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That’s poetry for ya folks .. Bloomin brill my friend .. Neville 😎👍
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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“My pen became a sword
poetry served as pseudo armor”Amazing how many of us are among this army. Accepting help is so hard. Especially if you’ve rarely been offered a hand. And we’re all kinda programmed to ‘suck it up’…like being human is a weakness. Stripped raw & flushing the wounds here, brutal honesty at its finest, my friend
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Love those lines as well. We are programmed that way, and it makes it difficult to rewire the mind. It’s still a work in progress, but it gets a little easier each passing day. Always enjoy your commentary my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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This poem is raw, honest, and deeply moving. Knowing you wrote it just months into your sobriety makes it even more powerful –your pen becomes both sword and shield, guiding you from darkness to hope. A beautiful testament to resilience and the strength of new beginnings.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Roma. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was cold turkey, and past overdue. Although it was my fourth attempt at getting sober, the third time was not a charm. lol. Thank you for your continued support, and wonderful commentary. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Never thought of it that way. Nowhere to take cover, just have to take whatever Mother Nature throws at them.