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      Without Any Light

      Remember when the music felt alive  Electric waves forming into thoughts Writing words was a means to survive   Simple days spent longing for love Never taking time to connect the dots Left alone as push turned to shove   Wasted moments a desperate stare Forgot the next...

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      • This is really good and there is nothing wrong with living on the edge.

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve been known to take a chance every now and then. lol. Appreciate you, Cuz.

          Damian

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like those two stanzas a lot as well. Always thankful for your continued support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Dear D,

        This piece brings in memories of writing letters, buying actual record albums, listening to the radio on an actual radio. I greatly appreciated the thought process in this write and the subtle warning to be aware of things lurking about. Terrific write. H🌷

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, H. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Those are some pretty terrific memories you listed, sometimes that world seems a million miles away, especially for those who lived it and try to keep it alive in our words. I always enjoy your commentary and your continued support my friend. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Just trying something different. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Dreams are casting doubt once again
        It sometimes seems it’s so deliberate
        Like a stiff jab landing across the chin

        Fantastic, absolutely fantastic.

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s my favorite stanza as well. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • I walked through this one like the aisles of record stores, and frantically scribbling in my spiral bound notebooks, and trying to survive in a world full of so much that sorting it out became impossible…so we just chose live in the music and the words. The conversations that felt monumental then…come back today and feel even more incredibly relevant. But we hadn’t thought of them in years. Like the binding of time through word and thought. So hard to feel those moments in a time like now, when everything is fake news and nothing can be trusted. You took me on a journey here, my friend

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Oh, the aisles of the record stores. That’s a sweet memory from the past. Talking music brings people together I’ve always believed that. That’s some incredible commentary dearest friend, you’ve been missed around here. Warms my heart to see you wandering the halls again. Glad I could take you on a journey.. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • Great vibe on this one, nostalgic but also fond of warm memories.
        Nicely penned.

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Wally. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m a nostalgic guy sometimes, it’s nice to have a warm memory to visit, before returning to present-day reality. You’ve been on a commenting streak brother, thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.

          Damian

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      Fia Naturie wrote a new post

      Romeo and the Priest

      P=Romeo, what makes you so sad? R=My emotions are my own why do you ask? P=I hoped life was treating you kinder than it did before R=Before when? When my love walked out the door. P=Why not open your heart for someone new....

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      Fia Naturie wrote a new post

      There is a Price

      When you say you want meWell baby there are things we must get straightDepending on how you want to goI’m not an ordinary dish on a plate There are flavors to exploreAvenues you must ventureThere are deep, deep wells in...

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      • Thank you . Petter;)

      • Oh.. maybe I am submissive to him. (giggling) Thank you Crimsin

      • Passionately penned, Fia. Excellent write as always my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Now that’s a woman who knows her worth and isn’t afraid to state it and stand by it. There’s nothing weak about it, fierce is what this declaration is. But cleverly worded and leaving just enough to the imagination that he still has plenty of work to do.

        • Yes you are right. The mind is an aphrodisiac let it go its own path. Thank you Willow;))

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      redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month

      The Silence of Words

      April 30th, last day of
      Poetry Month, arrives
      with showers, grey skies,
      and sadness. Fitting I
      suppose referring to
      the old saying, ‘April showers,
      May flowers’, those Springtime
      colors designed to bring joy,
      happiness, and the feeling of
      self-worth, of being whole
      and seen, alive in wonder.
      Instead, this day…Read More

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      • I’ve found that more often than not, people translate words through whatever filter they’re currently struggling with. It may not have anything to do with us even. But our words have impact, not always how we meant them, and their responses have an equal impact. Words are powerful and because of that, can be dangerous. Even if unintended. I feel this one

        • Hi Willow, I really appreciate your comment on this poem. I think your are right about the ‘filter’ of how words land with someone. It’s hard at times, even in real, face to face conversation, but here or on any social media website, it’s even harder. And yes, words are powerful and dangerous. It’s one reason I think, that we write poetry. Thank…Read More

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      Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month

      Unlimited Editions

      we were young once
      in years – yes
      but beyond that…
      in ways you cannot quantify
      a youth borne of possibility
      maybes still on the horizon
      with wide open eyes
      taking chances…
      for the sheer joy of doing
      because of the challenge it represented…
      the suspicion…
      it had never before been tried
      sufficient reason…Read More

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