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Read MoreI 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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Truth. Thank you, Fia 😊
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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
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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
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Thank you, Angel Louise 😊
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Read MoreIf I had a quill made of goldthat wrote of stories, new and oldcreate new dreams and fairytaleson pages carried by silver sails sketch bright flowers with bumblebeesor babbling brooks with autumn leaveswrite of sorrow pain and griefor paint a...
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Love this poem.. it’s elegant and sensual !! Well written!
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Break Out
do you exist in a cocoon…
locked up…buttoned down…
but never evolving?or do you break out…
spread wings meant for flight
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I wanna fly, Willow. I want to feel the wind on my face, taste the thrill of love, and why the crickets sing or the reason why words form into poetry. I may be old, but I ain’t dead yet. ;0) Cool poem Willow. -Curt
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As long as there’s breath, there’s still hope! Thank you, Curt
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Read MoreI believed I could mold it—that if I kept my voice measuredand my reasons alluring, debauched, persuasive,the wrong thing would come out clean.I drank the elixir that coronates a manwithout asking where his kingdom lies,a liquid that turned appetite...
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We all figure out eventually who is in charge. Nice one.
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Thanks
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Amen, Thomas. Powerfully penned an excellent and relatable write my friend. I’ve come to that same conclusion myself. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you. Much appreciated.
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Thank you.
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Wow! The depth and wisdom in this is the stuff only experience teaches and the veteran of that teaching can speak. Much respect
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Thank you, Willow.
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Reality of Now
we could spend our time talking
catching up on our day to day
going over little details
cover the minutiaebut that seems like such a waste
we have…right here
right now
no more than that
and who knows when you’ll be backso let’s drop the illusion
that there’s any more time…
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We used to say “seize the day, seize the hour,” and after reading your poem Willow, I might add, “the time is now, seize the power”. The power of camaraderie and not allowing anything to stand in the way. I think Anise Nin would be happy with your poem, Willow. It is alive with the passion of sharing experiences of the now. Beautifully written, Willow.
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Honestly, now is all we can really be sure of. If we don’t invest in it fully, there won’t be much of a tomorrow, will there? Thank you, Curt
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I love these present poems. Don’t think about the past or future. think of the now. love
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Now is here, no other time is. Thank you, Fia
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