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Damian DeadLove wrote a new post
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First this can be both a poem and a song, it has the beat of a song. Second, You said in your note that instead of thinking wiser You rolled with it, but truth to be said your poem from first line to the final is all wisdom. For me this is a monologue with the inner self to make sense of what is not sense, To be aware of everything that happened and what is needed to be changed, the “had enough” and welling to breaking the patten of the same repeation is felt in the final verse, your poems always has a personal feeling and that make them special.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Light. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I think it works either way myself. I must say I always enjoy your commentary and opinions, you’re pretty much on point with where I was going with this one. There are always pieces of me in my writes my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Oh damn, that last verse hit hard. After each of the other verses, it became a hammer of defiance. I’m not sure I believe in a norm. It always just strikes me as others expecting you to be more like them. Meet them at their level because they’re too lazy to move. To evolve. No thank you. This is another strong piece. And I think just rolling with it worked out beautifully, my friend
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I don’t know that I believe in the norm either, I agree it’s like living up to the standard of others, funny thing is that they can’t live up to it themselves. But hypocrites love to snipe at others. So glad I rolled with it as well. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Damian when the illusions melt away and the masks are gone there is a great since of liberation as well as sadness. Not fitting in can make one feel alone but at the same time emancipated from a lifetime of being a square peg in a round hole. Truly great poetry here, my friend. You have given me the reader a glimpse into a life that is honest to oneself. I am most enriched to have read this.
John
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Fia Naturie posted in the group ”BACK TO POETRY BASICS”
Secret Ride (magic of Poetic Voice)
He came at night,
On a wind of heat.
A bead of sweat,
On lips so sweet.
“Come with me”
He whispered close.
They are all asleep,
Said, my sexy host.
I crawled out of bed.
On crumpled sheets.
A teddy that cling,
To my heat.
Just be quiet.
It will be fun.
No one will know,
Not even one.
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Ahhh, Fia

I so love and enjoy the fun of how you’ve used your amazingly gifted poetic voice to blend the vibrant colors, hues, and textures of your deliciously delightful diction to paint word pictures into our joy-filled imaginations, in such ways it all comes to life.
Your short lines build a quick cadence, and with spot-on line-bnreaks, r…Read More
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FlatDaddy wrote a new post
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Hi, Usha. Thanks for reading it, and I would love to help you; but part of the plot for this story is to use your computer or phone to search the web for a French to English translator and use it to tell you the words in English. The translator aps are free to use, mostly. Or you could go back to school and study the French language like I did, and now I know enough French to write a French poem, and this is the only time and place in my life that my education has paid off. Huzzah! Well, now you’ve got the tool to get the words — but that won’t tell you the meaning. That’s for you to figure out. Not even a fancy education like mine will give you that. You will need to think hard about what the words mean. They say different things to different people, Usha. Perhaps the original meaning is known only by the author.
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Really? I wrote this more than 50 years ago when I was a young, horny USAF airman stationed in Germany, to impress a young French girl on our first date. She giggled, but it was our last date. How could you have possibly known that phrase? I never wrote it down anywhere until I posted it here! Where did you learn it?
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My best friend growing up had a grandmother who was rather eccentric. She would make us ride in the backseat of her battleship olive green and wood paneled station wagon and randomly say things. We always paid attention because they were usually worth hearing. She said it one day on her way to drop us off at the state fair. It stuck in my head all these years. 😊
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FlatDaddy wrote a new post
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Wow, this is someone you met, or were you inspired by someone to write this? She seemed so heart broken
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Thanks for the input, Fia. My inspiration was the death knell sounded by Pete Hegseth and his crowd. And the Lady must be terribly heartbroken to swim all the way back to France.
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