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Willow wrote a new post
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We can relate to this piece. There was a poetess on dup that was super at these type pieces also. We don’t remember her name only that she reminisce often on earlier happier times, kinda like Styxian. We like his pieces also.
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Beautifully penned, Willow. Another excellent write filled with ripe nostalgia my friend. I definitely remember board games and cards and to the point that there were always amazing snacks. My dad used to make fresh Carmel Corn when we’d have a movie night. It’s the little things in those sweet memories we hold on to most. Amazing read as always. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I sometimes think farm folk and country folk have the most rich lives in terms of special moments. When everything stops so we can have these evenings, it makes them all the more precious. And my dad was a master at cheating playing Connect Four and loved Uno like nobody I know. We knew when he was about to lay some ornery on us because he’d grin like crazy and giggle. He never could have played poker. 😂 Thank you, my friend
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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I like steak well done, but the current steak situation…inedible, unpalatable and unacceptable. Perfectly executed
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We as a nation have had tough times in the past, but I can totally understand your sentiments. Everyone is getting on the same wavelength. We all know things aren’t going good. There are many factors involved to.
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For a moment we was like this is a fed up person, then this person has been flocked, nothing but sheep. Tight
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Conditioned
Back aches
Feet throbs
Vision strain
Headache driving one insaneWe came up with the saying “the tough get it done”
I’m done…
We as a society, on the whole
Are charcoaled steak
Extra well, with no tenderness in sight4 Comments-
It does feel that way, done, charcoaled. But after last Saturday, I saw hope for many reasons beyond the numbers. But it will take more than a one and done approach. It will take sustained resistance, nonviolent activity, a refusal to obey the flames of abuse, and in our millions to stop the “grilling”.
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Your poem rings so true, Fia,. Let’s hope that, one day, Society rediscovers tenderness, love, and caring about each other rather than all the squalid hatred, the foul judgement that has no place.
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 4th, the Compass Forgets Its Duty
The 4th takes my north,
reduces my compass
to a mere spasm of air
shivering through the half‑open window
on the left side of the house.It doesn’t steal direction violently.
No, April 4th is far too elegant for that.
It simply rearranges the wind,
tilts the light,
and suddenly every cer…Read More -
twofiftythree posted in the group National Poetry Month
editin out the madman
I catch him
at the tip of my tongue
right when he starts pushin thru
jam him back down
hand over my mouth
til the noise dies off
and what comes out
sounds like the me
they said could stay2 Comments-
Sometimes though, staying is not what is needed?? Sometimes…. wait, my madman is loose, damn. Is this why I never get invited to any parties!!?? Sorry TwoFiftyThree, next time I’ll make sure the madman is left at home. Enjoyed reading your poem!! -Curt
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My Lullaby in the Sky
- October 14, 2025

It’s good to have memories like that. Sometimes – when memories are triggered – you can’t help but be reminded of those carefree times when life was a little more magical and joyous.