Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend, spitting some facts as well. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tim….there isn’t much anyone can do to get democracy back to its original intention.Still, if we don’t keep writing about it,as you have here,then who will?
The old adage, ‘you get the government you deserve’ seems to playing out across all western democracies but especially so in USA where only money matters.
It’s taken a long time for the dollars and the bastards to get absolute power…they will never surrender it.
I’m still smiling and won’t let them grind me down.
Cheers mate.

Thank you for speaking true and honest words in a world attacking the foundations of democracy more than ever before, Tim¡

Pretty much whatever they say to get elected is bullshit. All are guilty, too. There is no good politician in the higher echelons. I guess they can’t really be anymore. Too much chaos in all parties and at all desks. And yes, money is the controller.
We can hope for improvement all we want. There will never be, again. Just less bad, if we are lucky.

Well delivered message, Tim.

Sharp teeth in a suit, and still the poem doesn’t flinch—love how you chew the rot of politics without losing your voice.
The grit of truth bites, but you carry it kindly, like a warning whispered in a smoky bar.

Tim, you wrote the reality of the rot that is infecting America and much of the world with penetrating clarity and articulated poetically the shroud we are enveloped in. Truly a great poem about our dark time.

John

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

One of my favorites by you. Excellent writing, Crimsin.

Your writing always puts a spell on me. Great work Brenda. xo

Magically written, dear Crimsin. Your words are powerful and enchanting!

Beautiful, Drieks! Keep on, keeping on.

Chère D.,
Hope this finds you well?!

What a poem!!!

I’d hate to love you
as much as I loved to hate myself

Als dit niet geniaal is, vreet ik mijn hoed op!
Zei de loco plaatsvervangend substituut vooraitter van de Amsterdamse fanclub.

Please keep the stamina ens keep them coming!
Warm regards, Gus

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent lyrics my friend with a stellar accompaniment that compliments your amazing words. Appreciate you.

Damian

Your poem reaches out to my soul, dear Drieks. The power that it holds is perfectly transformed into music. Excellent work!

Oh I love this. You killed it!
I was nodding my head while listening to the song.
Keep pushing forward:)
Just freaking awesome!

Ouch.. Hauntingly penned, Keith. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a hauntingly intense poem! One of the cases where you can completely understand the underlying motif. Nevertheless, everything in me cries for a peaceful solution.
Great job, dear Keith!

Powerfully penned, Keith. A well thought out list my friend. I thought for sure you’d say selling organs on the dark web. That was uncalled for on my part, your influence has started to rub off on me. lol. Appreciate you.

Damian

Number 8 is the artist’s way. If the artwork didn’t sell you can always return to the Hannibal option.

In the crime novel The sculptor” by chris Carter, the killer does exactly what you suggest, creating art of his victims. You should send him your list. I’m sure he would be very grateful.
Your criminal mind is as adorable as your creative mind my friend!

At the weekly neighborhood meeting, old Mrs. Duarte leaned in toward Paulo with a conspiratorial whisper. “Get rid of the evidence for good.” Paulo froze. He’d only been in charge of organizing the community bake sale for two days — what evidence could she possibly mean?
She pointed at the table behind him. There, in plain sight, sat the charred remains of what was supposed to be her famous lemon cake. “It never happened,” she said, crossing her arms. “If anyone asks, tell them the oven betrayed me.”
Paulo nodded solemnly, swept the crumbs into a napkin, and decided that some secrets were worth keeping — especially when they smelled like burnt sugar.

You’re very inspiring, my friend. Hugs.