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Read MoreLike opening a bottle of wine and letting it breathe aged from the tempest corpse a heady scent of decay in the carrion jar of our hollowed cathedral with a lingering caress of your divine worn grace mimicking the...
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Thank you Fia, for reading and commenting.
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Simple…but so emotional. Good one, Fia.
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Thank you , Atticus;))
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A wonderful piece of poetry Fia. This one hits home, literally.
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Thank you, Vision;))
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Yeah…so much said in this. My daughter talks of not belonging anywhere. She’s not Mexican enough for that side of her genealogy and not white enough for the other. Never accepted in either. This cataloging of labels in a stolen land is mind boggling and saddening to me
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Powerfully penned, Fia. This excellent write tells it like it is my friend. Amazingly done as always. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
My Land
I was told this was home
I was given it on silver plater
They fail to tell me that I would have to steal itWords written on paper was crafted beautifully
Penmanship to die for
That was it…
The hidden messageTo die for
I can not take what is not mine
Can land really be mine
The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More2 Comments-
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In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More
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Thank you Curtis;))
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Read MoreNo lie, not even the elegant ones,survives the arrival of April 2nd.It comes in quietly,feverish but polite,like someone who knocks softlybefore rearranging all the furniture in your mind. Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,smelling faintly of banana peel bravadoand...
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This is cool. I like the announcing of April 2nd in this way.
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Thank you, my dear!
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April Fools is practically every day for me. There’s no April 2nds in my life. Awesome piece my friend!!
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The third is here, lets keep on joking…
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Something about the way April Fools attracts those with sharpened words and mean thoughts out into the open for a day has always felt wrong to me. I love how you take back the arena with April 2nd, pushing those with ill intentions and bad behavior back into the shadows.
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Shadows are full of light around their bodies.
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Brilliantly penned, PAR. Excellent write that’s an amazing sequel to “April 1st” my friend. Both writes stand on their own respectively but reading them back to back is chef’s kiss brother. The contrast between the two writes is next level good. I’m a fan of both but dare I say I the sequel might be a smidgen better. Always enjoy reading your work. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I am singing in the brain, just singing in the brain…
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve
No lie, not even the elegant ones,
survives the arrival of April 2nd.
It comes in quietly,
feverish but polite,
like someone who knocks softly
before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
and the k…Read More - Load More Posts
That beginning gives life to this poem even though you bring attention to death. I like the turn in position