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Read MoreSun-weary painter done bleed 'is las' paint, Pour purple an' rose-gold pon Attic sky.Twilight seep deep, cool an' sweet like a saint,Dem ol' window bones drink light, never dry.Inside dat hollow temple, stone gone cold,Sunset catch fire where no glass...
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Read Morecracks in the foundationa skeleton of a structurehumanity under sedationtarnished blood no cureone more lost servantpreaching Jesus savesin these times so urgentwe're all their slaves do you believein something you've never seenwhy can't you conceivea metaphor so serene the body is...
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. The phrase has been bastardized for sure, by those who choose to use it for personal gain, whether it be financial or merely for social status. Some treat it like it’s something that looks good on their Resume. Yeah, I see the difference for sure. lol. The younger me would have never thought I’d arrive at this conclusion. I’ve always called things out, somethings are a constant in my life I guess. Thanks for the killer commentary. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Powerful work. You nailed it.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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As someone who lived under violence of many types for years, l can understand your intense words and feelings, for me I couldn’t lose my Faith at any circumstances, my belief is that the humans must believe in something( I’m not speaking only religiously) so they can move on in life without being completely lost.
“the body is a temple
and we all abuse it”I was touched by these lines, many many times we are not treating ourselves kindly. This poem is touching. Thank You my friend 💖
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Light. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. That was deep my friend, but beautifully stated. I agree without faith of any sort (not limited only to religion) humans easily become completely lost. Sorry you had to go through violence my friend, you’re a survivor and a gifted poetess whose words burn brightly with positive energy.
That’s one of my favorites lines as well. I concur we don’t always treat ourselves kindly. I’m glad you enjoyed the write. Appreciate you.
Damian
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And Thank You for your heartfelt and positive response 🤍 I’m glad You could find your way out and started a new journey where there is peace and comfort, may your days be filled with joy and Light💕😊 🕊️🙏🏻
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Thanks so much. And a peaceful journey to you as well my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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RICHARD "Rascal" JENKINS posted in the group ”BACK TO POETRY BASICS”
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SESSION FOUR
Wednesday, November 19th, 2025
This session will be on the Japanese Senryu form.~———————————•§•———————————~
SENRYU 川柳
(sin-rew)A Japanese 3-line, unrhymed form of mostly human theme, similar to the Haiku in that it consists of 3-lines of 5/7/5 syllables each, completely without punct…Read More
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SPECIAL NOTES:
[example 1, of course, violates the no rhymes rule, but I wanted to show it anyway as a possibility of using the basic Senryu format’s flexibility]
[examle 3 | repeated from above in proper format]
K A T A N A
sharp samurai soul
forged folded tempered by fire
victorious dreams
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Read MoreThe air was not merely cold; it was saturated, a sodden, suffocating weight pressed down by the starless night. It hung thick with the scent of damp earth and decay—not the wholesome, fungal rot of a forest floor, but...
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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXIX Love isn’t always on time, sometimes it travels back country roads, avoiding ruts and detours, and often, gets lost on unmarked lanes of dead ends. And then, then you come across an open field filled with Blue Bells and Poppies, swaying to African...
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It comes exactly when it means to. Sometimes when we’re not looking. Beautiful poem
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Exactly, Willow. And, I think too, this “unexpected love” is or becomes the love of your life!! Thanks for your kind words, Willow, you and they are much appreciated.
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Both beautiful and brilliant… and when it’s unexpected it’s more fulfilling and overwhelming… and… right.
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The interesting thing about this one to me, is that there are people who call themselves “of faith” and use the rhetoric but don’t walk the walk. I was reminded of so many of those people…especially in the current atmosphere of the world…they speak without real understanding and definitely no faith. As a man of faith now, I imagine you recognize the difference. As one who hadn’t come to that place yet, I’m not surprised you still called it out. You always take me somewhere with your pieces…often on a rant. This one is no exception, my friend