I hope I never have to rely on AI to write for me. Sometimes I’ll use a proofreader to correct spelling and punctuation but that’s it. The human element is what makes poetry real. The compassion, the anger, the love, the empathy, and even the laughter are all something that made men and women write poems in the first place.

The future is scary being we won’t know what’s real and what isn’t.

I love this, Damian. You are a man of honor.
I want to bookmark this, but it won’t let me.

Perfect reasons to do what you do. I love it. :))

You are an honorable writer, Damian. The freedom to write and express is a gift and you’ve shown you are a prolific poet who many can relate to.

damn. this hits.

Boom!

And this is why I read every word you share. Kindred. That’s all I got, my friend 🙌

Short and sweet but that’s not all .. I imagine also true .. Neville 😎👍

There’s always new beginnings, always new lessons. The body is resilient and ever changing. I notice that when I gain weight. lol

hello dearest Benny this is brilliant I am a different kind of personality and I can testify the person I was is not who I am this is really great 💕

This is so deep. You have a way of making people think.
I am ever-changing, but I still remain true to who I am.

There are so many great lines in this one. I think the one that sticks the strongest with me is:

“Complacency is a recipe for disaster”

Not paying enough attention to the gravity of a situation is so dangerous. All it takes is a single grain to tip the scales. Gotta watch the build-up. Your mind never ceases to amaze me, my friend

tREMENDOUS WORK.

Coming to a dark truth is scary after a long search isn’t it?
Favorite line: Distractions occupy the symbol minded

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I loved that line as well. There were quite a few I loved in here. Appreciate you.

Damian

G’mornin’, Damian 🌤
The enjoyment of your fine writes goes well with this hot wake up mug-a lapsang souchong.

Such a beautifully rendered, smoothly flowing set of unmetered Quatrains (in a-b-a-b spot-on rhymes) sing a sad song, indeed.
They say, “We must play the cards we’re dealt!” But, I, as You, have obviously been dealt some tragically sorry hands.
The one worst aspect of romantic relationships your keenly-writ lines bring to mind, is the painful reality of unrequited feelings and emotions.

“Understand I’m living the fucking song
And your loyalty lies in remaining numb”

Brilliant work, Syr Poet … thank you for sharing! ⁓ Rascal🖌