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      Fia Naturie wrote a new post

      Invitation

      My skin hurts. It feels like they're ripping it off my bones—sliver by sliver. I can't scream anymore. My voice left me an hour after they started. They said that once it's done, I'll be a changed person. Yeah,...

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    • "Trump's Bloody Stump" (Higgledy-Piggledy)

      "Trump's Bloody Stump"Higgledy piggledy …our orange man, Donald Trump,sticks his foot in his mouthwith weird posings.Chews off his ankle whileincomprehensiblyspouting out foolishlymad disclosings.Rascal©2018

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      • Cleverly penned, Rascal. Excellent write my friend. He’s a walking punchline. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

        • Thank you, Damian, most gratefully for the encouraging kudos,

          I hope your holidays have been filled with joy and laughter.
          Yes, Trump is quite the iniquitous bump.

          You’re appreciated, too, M’Friend! ⁓ Richard🖌

      • Hoi @Rascal
        Light verse has a very very special place in the hearts of the Dutch.
        There was a time, Some 40 years ago, that I met THE promotor of Dutch higgeldy piggeldies/olleke bollekes every first Tuesday of the month.

        So i must have written hundreds of them. Most of them as part of lyrics for songs, almost all of them in Dutch.
        And a few in English. One I remember where ‘sustainabiliy’ was the key word. But looking for this one is impossible.

        The very long and very impressive artistic life of Carole king, began with ‘O Neil’. An answersong to O Carol by Neil Sedaka.
        With that in mind I decided to write an olleke bolleke to you. An answer song or thereabouts.

        I
        Donald Trump wat is dat
        Nog niet genoeg gehad
        Tijd voor wat vrije tijd
        Dat komt goed uit

        II
        Wordt geen misdaad geschuwd
        Naar de afgrond geduwd
        Wanneer is het genoeg
        B’donder de kluit

        What I like about it, is that it’s full of letters/pronounciations the English language doesn’t have.
        I love your poem to pieces. Thank you for posting!
        Kind regards, Gus

        • Greetings, Gus 🌿

          I’ve written a few Higgledy Piggledy pieces, finding them enormously entertaining to compose, if a bit fairly challenging … which I always enjoy, too!

          I
          Donald Trump, what is that?
          Haven’t had enough yet?
          Time for some free time
          That works out well

          II
          No crime is spared
          Pushed to the brink of the abyss
          When is enough enough?
          Damn the whole lot

          Yeah! When pronounced, comparing my English version with your Dutch version, I see what you mean by the fuller experience, and I completely agree.

          “Trump’s Bloody Stump” (in Dutch)

          Rommelig en chaotisch…
          onze oranje man, Donald Trump,
          trapt in zijn eigen valkuil
          met bizarre poses.

          Hij bijt zich vast in zijn eigen enkel
          terwijl hij onbegrijpelijk
          en dwaas
          gekke uitspraken doet.

          Ha-HAH! Poetry is such an endless smorgasbord of creative delight!
          Thanks, Gus, for sharing some of it with me! ⁓ Rascal🖌

      • Love the comically playfulness of the write.

        • Many thanks, Dear Fia, for dropping by for a read 🤓

          I’m so glad I’ve tickled your funny bone, and am truly grateful that you love anything about my poetry!

          “Happy Holidays, Dear Poetess!” ⁓ Rascal🍷

      • Delightful piece in every way.Quite the opposite of the orange buffoon.
        His ascent to POTUS surely must put to bed the notion of an all caring,all loving,all knowing God.
        🙏

        • Salutations, Peter ✨

          The most basic sensibilities would struggle to disagree with your well founded sentiments of our orange tinted Potus, Syr Poet … he’s emphatically that depraved!

          Thanks bushels for reading and your much appreciated compliment! ⁓ Rascal🖌

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      SESSION SEVEN
      “POETRY, A FEW IMPORTANT BASICS”
      Wednesday, December 10th, 2025

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      “WHAT EVERY POETESS OR POET SHOULD KNOW”
      by RW Jenkins, MFA ©2004

      If one’s goal or wish is to ever master the true art of poetry (as in any art form), whether it’s in oils, watercolor, or acrylic…Read More

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      Cruel Amnesia

      Lost moments these gaps in time Surrounded by such strange faces Unable to reason can’t find a rhyme Empty thoughts in random places   Can’t recall when the mask slipped Sometimes minutes feel like years Somehow the scale must of tipped Got this constant ringing in my...

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      • Amnesia, would be a lonely thing for a poet of the forgotten. This was exquisite, Damian.

      • Hello dearest Damian great write I feel this I often wonder if forgetting is a blessing or a curse ❤️

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Maybe a little of both depending on what’s forgotten. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • Tremendous work, my friend.

      • Damian, this is strong tonic. I could feel this in my bones as I read. This i the stuff of poetry that feels like strong whiskey on the tongue. Sad but great writing.

        John

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, John. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is sad indeed. Thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • It is cruel when the mind slips and cannot grasp what you have lost. Food for thought.

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is food for thought, these are the little things I think about late at night. lol. Appreciate you, cuz.

          Damian

      • Older age? I know all too well the fading of a few things within myself!
        Yet you haven’t lost your literary touch! You are blessed with talent, that hasn’t ebbed. Thankfully we write down our material, no need to remember them from scratch! LOL.
        You still can kick some ass with a pen, Damian. Wield it high!

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Getting old isn’t without the fear of losing one’s self along the way. I’m just trying to hang in there. You’re much too kind, Dear Sir. But thank you for your continued support brother. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • Exquisite piece Damian. Well written my friend.

      • exceptional read! full of concise, vividly profound imagery…
        a sense of melancholic unrest. ~ c

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, C. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • As you so often do, you stirred levels here again. I read this from the personal perspective of memories slipping. A sense of self lost in blips of time. I also see this as the world arena and how people have lost their sense humanity, their compassion, their community. Like the whole damn world has global amnesia. And I read it as literal amnesia from losing time in the form of blanks in memory from drink or drugs. Many layers, my friend

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Well you know me, I love when there are multiple meanings and endless possibilities. lol. Sometime’s I think it’s probably little pieces of all those things rolled into one. I follow where my muse leads me. Appreciate you.

          Damian

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      Love As Ruin

      There was a time when the wax streamed from our hot flame.   There was a time when our fire was a spark, then passion caught flame.   There was a time when the flame light burned like hellfire.   We burned on like candlelight until we were...

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