For those that write it, there’s no other way of expression that feels as real. For those that read the greats and the subject they intended, it’s an awakening with each one read. Maybe over and over again. The subjects you mention are a testament to its power. Well done.

hello dearest Naajir I have created on alcohol I though my poems were better then it was a conduit to release me in poetry really I’ve written in all states… I would alwaus say to the powers that be my poetry halls are perfectly scribed and no onr gets in without the code to my inner sanctum…our flesh is one thing and our soul another this is some deep understanding of our poetiv spirits ❤️

sorry about spelling your name wrong I’m getting sleepy…

Powerfully penned, Naaj. Excellent write my friend. The life of a writer is a journey down many roads, some are kinder than others for sure. We are observers who chronicle our experiences, mistakes, heartbreaks, passions, faults, and personal wisdom in this life. I think the gig kinda requires it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

We have not yet met. Sir; I just stumbled into this piece — to my very great pleasure. You just gave me my best present for this Christmas, a beautiful description of the why of poetry. Thank you so much!

FD

Whatever the reason…that last stanza is full blown exclamation point punctuation. Without my quill, I couldn’t breathe. I know you get it

Some don’t realize it takes all of this to write good poetry or simply to write. It takes really living life to open tat pen and synch it with heart and mind. Tight

I’ve been feeling this much myself of late. There’s a sense of division, of isolation, being forced upon us daily. The atrocities come so fast and so hard we can barely catch a breath before the next hits. We have this vast universe available to us in the internet. And it’s that very universe that’s locking us away from each other – ironic, that. It takes conscious movement to stay connected with each other and our humanity. But it’s taking a toll. I love that you repeat that verse of needing to just go home. Enough is enough, we’re tired. Brilliant write, my friend

hello Damian this one hurts on a personal level my son in part duing to poverty and hopelessness drank himself to death at 37 he just wanted to be able to get his kids school clothes and other necessites I helplwssy watched on being relegated to poverty because of my poor mental health I fear a lot in this climate where people are driven to desparte meaure great write ❤️

Well, this being the first write of the year, you started out with a mic drop moment. We all must go home eventually, but before then, when are we going to come together and help each other? We do stay separated, and those who try to connect get accused of having a hidden agenda when all they want is connection. A sense that they are not alone. This is so good cuz.

This speaks of the poor, the homeless, to me. Getting them help is like jumping through hoops. The wealthy stay rich and ignore them. Those in power are absent. The government make promises, and forget them. Life in the real world is a gauntlet to be navigated. And so it goes….

There’s a raw, unflinching pulse here—I can feel the ache in each line, the weight of life bending the soul. The repetition of that fatigue hits hard, making the reader live every step of the weariness and isolation. Very powerful.

Your brilliance and talents shine in this very powerful & well written piece. Raw, revealing and so very real. Nice work Damian. Happy New Year!

This is excellent Damian & what’s more, I have been thinking along very similar lines .. Ragged & real just as it should be ..

This strikes us all to the core, unfortunately. it’s like we are skirting the line of endtimes. Every day I check to see if the next big war has broken out. When it does, America is in for a rude awakening. Obviously, the biggest complaint will be the even higher costs of living, and not the loss of life. Values are askew.
Your write is a keen testament to this all. We the people will be pawns, still.
Excellent visionary write, Damian.

Happy New Years! 🌼

Happy New year lovely one ❤️

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, and a heartfelt message that spreads good cheer to all. Happy New Year cuz! May 2026 be a prosperous journey in life and creativity for us all and as a community. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

A collection of lost pens arrived here. A community was borne of that collective. It takes many stars to light the skies, and many kinds. Happy New Year!

I’m glad you are here and in charge, Fia. This turned out to be a great site. May all who visit this star leave with a wish to always come back again.

I love how this starts as a simple falling rock and transforms into a star carrying a message. There’s a sweet, gentle wonder in your lines, and I like the way you celebrate all the shades of life while tipping a hat to Stars Rite. It feels heartfelt and luminous—like a small gift to readers.

Your words convey a valuable message, and with poetic flair. How admirable, too, that you include us all.

Without you Fia, this place would be like many other poetry sites…BORING! You’ve done so well with creating and giving your all into starsrite. May your 2026 be a healthy & happy one! xo

You help make it worthwhile, dear Fia. Your efforts are noticed and appreciated. As well as your creative additions.
Happy New Year!

Powerfully penned, PAR. Excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. This is next level brilliant my brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

As Executive Secretary for 20 years, I was nodding vigorously at your description of the actual work. The organizer, thumb on the pulse, fingers in the files. My boss called me the “Real Boss.” Taken in that context, this is brilliant for that alone. Death is too small for me…damn…

Oh wow, what a piece. I mean, the flow of it and the constant reiteration doesn’t wish me dead, just seemed the whole thing.

I think everyone has their favorite time period. favorite line “In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words”

Beautifully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend I dig writes involving music. Cool photo, I knew instantly that was a young Robert Zimmerman. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi hoi @Visions,
What a lovely write!
And – assuming that you took the inspiration off the photo – what a lovely prompt.

I was taken back a bit when I saw the litter on the pavement. Let’s hope that that is remedied now.

If you’re a serious fan of Bob’s, you may be interested in other stuff than his music.
Paintings, train wagon, his record collection. I may be able to help you there.
If so, please send a PM or mail.
Not his own music, I must add.

I think your post is a very valuable one.
If you’re American:
Thank you.
In all other cases:
Keep them coming please.
Kind regards, Gus

Dear K,

Wonderful vibe. This piece had me thinking about each generation creating their own progressive ideas that will right the wrongs of the current one so to speak. But the 60’s…that generation was seriously like no other before, or after. Terrific write. H🌷

Once again you succeeded and writing and Article as powerful as meaningful on an important chapter of music history, Artists, and especially musicians were most often the ones to kick off change of social and political rules and customs. The Beatles and their generation initiated a real big innovation.
This is an outstanding article my friend!

I believe I read this on WC. It’s just as good the second time reading it. Your photo cements the character of the poem. A snapshot in time I wish I could have experienced. Dylan was a poet with a guitar. Excellent writing.

Myself, born in 1963. Let’s just get back there.