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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 9th — The Breakthrough of Impossible Realities
April 9th does not arrive.
It erupts.It tears a seam in the morning,
a thin, shimmering wound
through which light leaks sideways,
as if the day itself
has forgotten how to behave.This is the day of breakthroughs,
not the gentle kind,
not the kind that whisper
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Read MoreI salvaged the happiest photo todayIt lays crippled at best insideA promising vision If you’d like to see then…My skull only needs to be cracked open! How despicable it is To frame miseryEncase these torturous momentsDetain it to eyes of...
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Wow l can feel the darkness here. Great write
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Read MoreLAUNDROMAT SONGS "How long shall they kill our prophets as we stand aside and look?” ‑‑ Bob Marley Saturday morning, the scene's the same round and round suds and foam, round and round energetic flashes of life play, giggle, and roam. "Can I have a quarter to play video games? Hey...
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I really like this.;)
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The energy you imbued into this piece is phenomenal. From the worn and dirty to the joyful dancing fresh. You took us there and we felt part of it. Of hope
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CRAVING DESTINY
“…… Our hearts and our minds
they’re one and the same
cause you are my kind.”
~~ Santana, featuring Seal (from the album “Shaman”)Long ago I came to see
how I needed you so;
how the gate and flow
of your textured red legs
would bend and go
on forever filling my mind
with world conquering adventure.
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Old Man at the Window and the Immortal Cats
April 8th arrives
with the hush of a page
that turns itself.In the big window
the one that frames the world
like a painting too honest to sell
an old man sits,
chewing a piece of old bread
as if time itself
were something he could soften
with patience.He does not speak.
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Lots of darkness in this. It seems like an expression of an unhappiness that can’t even be found in dreams or fantasies leading to an ultimate end. Life is always a series of hills and valleys.