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    In Search of Fantasia

    The year is 1940. A time where everything and everyone was in the swing of things. It was around that time that the great, granddaughter of Count Andre Spade was coming into her own in society.A well-educated lady with...

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    • Beautifully penned, Fia. Fantastic storytelling my friend, I dig the 40’s vibe as well. Incredible start to this story, very interesting write so far. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Very engaging. And yeah I also enjoy the 40s vibe.
      Great ink

    • Excellent. You bring this to life.

    • What is the ‘Fantasia’ Flower? Are we to find out about this, or am I supposed to know?

      You would certainly think Vivian would presuppose that Mr. Hooker might expect substantial incentive to carry her off for the purpose of finding a flower, regardless of her alluring appearance. She’s asking quite a lot here – expertise, transportation, financial collateral. What is she offering as enticement? I get the impression that Mr. Hooker is European? (His father was a knighted Botanist?) That suggests he comes from money, though Botanists don’t make any. He must have been independently wealthy. Botany was a hobby.

      As you proceed with your tale, don’t forget that there is a war raging in Europe. Britian is being bombarded by blitzkriegs and at the verge of collapse. France has fallen to the Germans. The US will be involved within the year. It’s not a time of luxury and leisure unless you happen to live in Berlin. The depression began in 1929 and lasted until the war in 1941. All travel overseas is suspect and risky. You would expect someone like Darrius to be involved with the war as most of the male population his age.

      The writing is crisp, Fia. I like it. Raiders of the Lost Ark was staged during this time period. One of my favorites!

      xoxoxo

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    Bass Guitar

    Do you feel the bass?It's deep rhythm strummed out to match your heartCan words create that soundCan thought mimic its emotion?Deeper and deeper it becomes carrying you on a dark currentTaking your very breath awayLouder it soundsvibrating its rhythmic tune...

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    • Hoi hoi
      Hope this finds you well.

      I don’t know if you did hear one of the cooperations I posted on DUP, of a DUP member and myself?
      What you describe here is the essence of making music purely for fun.
      Count to 4 and hammer away. Noise wonderful, tuning the guitar an option.

      Thank you so much for making and posting this wonderful poem.
      Kind regards, Gus

      • Hi Gus, I do not think I did hear the collaboration you had. It must have been fun. Thank you for liking and commenting on this.

        • There were some 10 or 12 coops all in all. They attracted anything between an estimated 4,500 and 12,500 listeners per song. All musicians, writers and 8 of them a coop with DUP’ers.

          Women often have to work harder to get a decent stage. I attempted to mingle fun with exposure to Dutch and international public.

          But no matter, DUP is a sort of history book by now.
          I hugely enjoyed you poem. Was it an Ibanez bass?

          I wish you a beautiful Friday! Gus

    • Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I loved this write my friend, you know how much I love a write that has music in it, especially when were talking about the importance of the bass guitar. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • The strings are attached to the soul.

      Very much enjoyed this one. Great ink

    • I love the electric bass.
      I go way back on that love with
      Jack Casady who was with
      Jefferson Airplane and Hot Tuna.
      Others too of course.
      They always said of Jack that
      “he carries it” meaning that he’s the heart of the band and sets the tone.

      BIG BASS LIKE …. ALWAYS

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    The Proverbial Middle Finger

    Death clouds irritate a parched skyHuman parasites feast on liquid goldDismantled a dream with a blatant lieWorld keeps falling as hate takes hold Onward towards the spiritual divideImpossible to sit on the fence foreverLackluster jesters swallow their pride While the king...

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    • Reminds me that Tom Petty quote “I did it because I had no choice’. Some of us poets just are built to write.

      Great ink

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Huge respect for, Petty. To quote Lemmy Kilmister: “I’m not qualified to do anything else.” Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Superb work. You nailed it.

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

        Damian

    • Creativity is the proverbial finger…Nice.

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

        Damian

    • What Nick said is pretty spot on. We write because to do otherwise destroys us to some degree. We give it the middle finger because that’s all we can do. Point out the hypocrisy, the hatred, the corruption & the willful blindness in the only means open to us. Somebody asked me recently “Yeah, but aren’t you just preaching to the choir?” I’m always mindful of the fact that words are a wave…once released, who knows where they’ll stop? So yeah, keep bringing it, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It’s our voice, to not use it brings aggravation for sure. We writers are pretty good at detecting bullshit. To quote the late great, Lemmy Kilmister: “I will keep doing it, because I’m not qualified to do anything else.” Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    lost

    I'm saddened and I can't shake the feelingsorrow wraps round me a feeling beingrevealing its melacholy blue to mewe share this emotionally charged needseeking peace in the shade my shadows growuntil they consume the lightand my feeling confuse the...

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    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • hello Damian thank you graciously for reading me and leaving such a great comment 💕

    • I’m pleased to read you once again, Brenda. If only you weren’t so haunted though. I understand the loss of identity myself, so big hugs..
      Seems like you lost someone too, and for that, I’m sorry. Here’s a little extra light, mixed with love. 🩷✨

      • hello beautiful Pandy yes my son died and it’s very difficult I’ve changed since then and don’t think I will ever be the same thank you for the light and hugs my condolences on your loved one 💕

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    the dark

    I'm compelled to deny my darknessbut what would that prove?hated nothingness of feelingwithin the remains of my soulstirring what is lefta fiery specter of needgrappling with its essenceso that I may understandhalted growth my desire not realizedashes blow through...

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    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. It’s because of our past that we are who we are now my friend. I’ve been making peace with my past, and trying to move forward towards the light. I can relate to this write. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • hello Damian I am changing i seek the light but I find darkness as well…thank you for your insight 💕

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