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    Voracious Appetite

    Cruel intentions sit behind blue eyes Nothing normal about feeling this way Crawling on paper skin bruised by lies Darkness waits to seize a summer day   Sleepless nights filled with frustration  Claustrophobic words shallow and thin Filtering through arrogant conversation Naked praise wears this suspicious grin   Verbal...

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    • The last 2 lines are perfect for this. Nicely done

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m glad they work, they’re starting to grow on me. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • 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

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m all about taking journeys, and inviting others to tag along. I’m glad they work, it took effort to get them to flow right. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Raven. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Means a lot to me. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • 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
      ~P.G💋

      • 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

    • 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.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. The words you used to describe this piece in your eyes was amazing, brother. That means so much to me, thank you so much. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • 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.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m glad you think that, brother. It really means a lot to me. Good to see you back, not a problem, big fan of your work. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Revelers in Elysium

    Revelers in ElysiumLast Mardi Gras before KatrinaPope in a wheel chairblessed me in Jackson SquareCops hung around grinning and chattingWhile a couple posed painted blue as KrishnaIn an ancient Vedic artworkBut theirs was a duality of man and womanOn...

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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 💕

      • Thank you so much my friend and reading and really feeling my poem. New Orleans has made an amazing comeback. I haven’t been back to Mardi Gras since Katrina. But I have visited the city several times since. I miss the city. I love that city I once called home.

        John

    • 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.

      • 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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    My Crumbling Fortress

     When heat rises off your body and it's not from Passion When you struggle to find the words any words because you lost your voice When tiny beads of sweat escape not from pores, indicating it's time The Great Wall of Fia...

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    Love Amidst Rust at the Helium Cafe

    Love Amidst Rust at the Helium Cafe     We fly like angels through tin pan alley on wings of warbled words along trashcan roads to secret wrecks lost in the junkyards of derelict dreams.       Drunk on persimmon wine I carry...

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    A Great Divide

    So much pain sent within a shockwave Voices turn silent when riddled with fear Wearing a face that only appears brave Underneath it stirs a torment more severe   Out in the ether the air has grown dense Seems the grass is dead on the...

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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

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very true, all the old adages and wives tales are quite accurate. You know me. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • hello dearest Damian karma always has her way well said I am depressed it feels heavy this poem great write 💕

    • “Been swindled under some false pretense”, def felt that line.
      Nice penned my friend.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Wally. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite lines as well. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • “grass is dead on the other side”. The older I get the more I feel that. Great ink.

    • 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

    • 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.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Wow, you are so spot on with your commentary. Nice job catching all that, brother. I know I can jam a lot of things into a write. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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