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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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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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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…
than…thislife offers no gu…Read More
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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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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Insidious
I’m willing to sacrifice myself
to prove the truth
of my words
of meare you willing to do the same?
lies…
in time…
will be uncovered
and everyone will seethe scuttling
ear to ear
insidiously whispering
it will be seenI have never changed
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I think that perhaps the question might be, do they have a conscious to listen to?? Often the conscious is suppressed by the ego of self, and thinking that self is the be all and end all of everything. Hell, it’s even written into the Constitution… ‘the pursuit of happiness’. My happiness versus your happiness. What an “insidious” way to live!!…Read More
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The idea that one person’s “right or wrong” should apply to all is absolute arrogance. And the thought that disagreement on concept or friend choice should be cause for attack is insane. Differences are what we’re made of, it’s what makes us beautiful as a human ra e, and it’s our greatest strength…if we embrace them with love. To turn on others…Read More
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Read MoreI'm willing to sacrifice myself to prove the truth of my words of me are you willing to do the same? lies... in time... will be uncovered and everyone will see the scuttling ear to ear insidiously whispering it will be seen I have never changed eventually they'll know and perhaps remember but it will...
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Willow I was a target of gossip. A lie was told and the person who started it turn beet red when I confronted her with the person who she accused me of talking about. This poem is a slammer.
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I try my best to not engage in that sort of interactions. If someone says something negative about someone else, I immediately wonder what they’re saying about me when I’m not there. I don’t know what they gain by it. Once the truth comes out, they look even worse. But they never seem to figure that out until it’s too late. Thank you, Fia
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The person who whispered lies about me was a bully. Thought they’d always get their way because the mask they wore for everyone else was so attractive. That’s pretty much what I see when I look at the current completely corrupt regime. You know they’re lying because their lips are moving. But the fanatics still follow their premier bully like the blind sycophants they are. When the blinders fall, it’s gonna get ugly. We might just need a bigger bonfire, my friend
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It’s how you sort the real from the face front friends, unfortunately. I lost a lot of people I thought knew me for me because they listened to lies. In the end, I didn’t need that kind of support. It wasn’t real. I learned a lot from the experience though. Thank you, Elke
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Retrospect-ivision is the perfect view. Seems like there’s always going to be somebody who has to test the boundaries and write a new reality, one that favors them. That’s our world these days.
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Love this poem.. it’s elegant and sensual !! Well written!