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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
My Land
I was told this was home
I was given it on silver plater
They fail to tell me that I would have to steal itWords written on paper was crafted beautifully
Penmanship to die for
That was it…
The hidden messageTo die for
I can not take what is not mine
Can land really be mine
The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More2 Comments -
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April Fools is practically every day for me. There’s no April 2nds in my life. Awesome piece my friend!!
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Something about the way April Fools attracts those with sharpened words and mean thoughts out into the open for a day has always felt wrong to me. I love how you take back the arena with April 2nd, pushing those with ill intentions and bad behavior back into the shadows.
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Brilliantly penned, PAR. Excellent write that’s an amazing sequel to “April 1st” my friend. Both writes stand on their own respectively but reading them back to back is chef’s kiss brother. The contrast between the two writes is next level good. I’m a fan of both but dare I say I the sequel might be a smidgen better. Always enjoy reading your work. Appreciate you.
Damian
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve
No lie, not even the elegant ones,
survives the arrival of April 2nd.
It comes in quietly,
feverish but polite,
like someone who knocks softly
before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
and the k…Read More -
Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
A little dream
Clouds rolling in softly
Delicately like a purr
Wrapped in warm cotton
Trailing thoughts of a time of tendernessInner eye awakens to a place
Where safety is given
Love is freely accepted
And a genuine smile is cherishedLet me not wake from this
Wanting to hold and be held
In a world of nonreality
Let me have…Read More -
PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April Fools, With Fangs
April shows up
yellow as a banana peel left to rot in the sun,
a warning disguised as a joke,
a joke disguised as mercy.Truth drags itself in after her,
dust‑coated,
half‑asleep,
muttering that honesty is overrated
and timing is everything.The day is a trapdoor:
you step,
it laughs,
you fall,
it shr…Read More - Load More Posts
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In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More