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Damian DeadLove wrote a new post
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Damn…you always take me somewhere with your poetry. This one is no exception. Give those last 2 lines their just dues. They’re fantastic, my friend
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You’ve gotta give yourself more credit, Damian.
The last lines indeed suppressed my own voracious appetite. The last stanza is my favorite.
Nice spill my friend. xx
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, P.G. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Nice, to see you again. I was pretty confident till the end. lol. It took me awhile to get the flow right, I had went through so many ideas that were cool but wasn’t working right. So though these lines worked I wasn’t sure, but from all the support in the comments, I chose wisely. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian
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That’s razor-sharp and sinuous—like a poem with fangs. The alliteration of “verbal viper” and “voracious appetite” creates a rhythmic coil of menace and desire, as if the speaker’s confronting a charmer who cloaks cunning beneath sweetness. The image of truth dangling just out of reach—“suspending the obvious”—gives this a wicked elegance.
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Your writing has only improved with time, Damian. Your struggle with the ending paid off in a victorious way.
Great poem/
And ty for your comments, they’re much appreciated.
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goldenmyst wrote a new post
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hello dearest John it is very sad New Orleans is doing it’s best to recover you were fortunate to have enjoyed your time there before the storms beautiful write and your insight are not lost on me 💕
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New Orleans is where jazz and funk music got there start. Where second-line drumming and parades flourish, and where jazz funerals are carried out. I was sad to see what Katrina did to the french quarter. I’m sure a place like that will always come back from whatever tragedy affects it.
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Thank you so much Tim for understanding and expressing your great empathy for the tragedy that happened to my city when Katrina came. I lived in New Orleans as a child and remember those cultural events you spoke of. New Orleans has indeed come back. Fortunately the French Quarter didn’t flood as bad as the rest of the city. It was spared the worst. I miss that city. I live seventy miles from New Orleans now. It was a diverse and culturally rich place for me to grow up.
John
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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hello beautiful Fia I’m sorry you’re feeling icky I hope yu feel better soon drink some green tea with a little tumeric it should help 💕great write
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Get well, Fia. Even when you’re sick, you write incredibly. Get so me rest my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Fia very sorry for your ailment. But you sure wrote a fantastic poem about it. Digs deep and you really made it an engaging read. Hope this comment finds you feeling better.
John
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goldenmyst wrote a new post
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Damian DeadLove wrote a new post
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Im reminded of the old adage…if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Goes right back to your other poem…gotta read the fine print. Believe the lies, trust the cardboard cut out caricature, you get what you deserve. Hitting nails on the head with a jack-hammer, as usual, my friend
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hello dearest Damian karma always has her way well said I am depressed it feels heavy this poem great write 💕
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Damian, I read and reread your poem. Took me into the heart of chasing rainbows and the stark reality that often is at the other side. Superbly crafted poem.
John
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That hits with a quiet force—like courage stitched from trembling threads. The contrast between silence and the mask of bravery unveils a moment of deep vulnerability, almost like a portrait of someone holding themselves together just enough to get by. It carries the weight of all the things left unsaid when fear takes the reins.
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The last 2 lines are perfect for this. Nicely done