Fantastic. Oh! I love the blade.

Powerfully penned, S. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

孤独なトンボ Kodokuna tonbo ≽༏≼
(Lonely Dragonfly)

The mind is touched, sad emotions softly whispered unto, your diction, Dear Poetess, lends a tale of long ago … yet, ever-present in the Samurai heart’s core ‘n eternal soul ~ his katana.
And, ohhh, you’ve sang it’s poignant timbre as a true Onna-Bugeisha, who always spoke her power equally by virtue of ebony kanji or blooded tanto.

The rhythm ‘n flow of your Free Verse Quatrains dance above the page, as though transporting us into those feudal moments of yore … the magick hallmark of a master poetess’ pen.

I strived to highlight a word, a line, a verse for you … alas, all conspired to create the whole of exact poetical symmetry – your artwork choice in sheer perfection.

I gratefully bow 🥋 … thank you, Dear S. Libellule ⁓ Richard ⛩️

The soul of a samurai rendered into a pome of compelling wonder. You have the spirit of Japan written with the Zen of a poet who can translate a culture and a place and its people into poetry that resounds like koto music in the night.

John

“useful idiots prefer brutality” killer fuckin line. excellent write.

So relatable… nicely done

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I want music for this one. Currently I’m working on a song called, “Novocain.” The words are posted here on the site. I got the music laid out, got the growls recorded, trying to get a good vocal take on the verses and bridge. Which requires me to sing. lol. Glad to see you back! Appreciate you.

Damian

Brilliantly written socially critical text, dear Damien! You will definitely make a killer song out of it!

This is by far one of your best poems, Damian. Every stanza kicks ass. I like the Lennon reference and where you went with it. Great one!

Well this is strong! Like flexing on a page. It’s tight with its rhymes and meter, like a pro boxer hitting us with a thesaurus!
(damn, that’s a clever description, huh! LOL)
Powerful write, Damian. Golden gloves…

Thanks, Mary. Appreciate you.

Damian

Some people have no soul. The sad part is they thrive in their own filth. Great ink friend.

Enjoyed this poem immensely. From the rhymes, to the flow to the powerful message. Outstanding job Damian.

Thoroughly enjoyed from end to end .. No kiddin, write on brother .. Neville 😎👍

Fantastic work.

This is strong as straight vodka on the morning after the Bolshevik revolution in Russia. Very strong my friend. Truly a power tonic in this age of authoritarianism in America. You hit the bullseye. You are a master at writing song lyrics that rock my soul.

John

You know, there are times I wish you weren’t so nail on the head accurate. But these are dark days we’re entered into. Best to look them square in the eye. Brilliantly penned, my friend. Into the list it goes, as you say!

I remember this song well. Tremendous work. You nailed it.

She was “tasty”…er… perhaps I should have kept that to myself. ;0) In the end, though, she was the one who consumed me. Isn’t this the way all ‘obsessions’ end?!!

Mary, searching for and posting this older poem, was worth getting the comment you left. I’m glad you “loved everything about it.”

Funny and sad.
This piece is wonderfully human.

This is sad. He boxed up his soul.

Thank you so much!

This is disturbing, but believable. You need to pass a test before getting a driver’s license, but no qualifications at all are needed to become a parent–the most important job in the world. Numerous are those who go through life with broken souls.