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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXXVII The road is pockmarked with craters caused by bombs and rain. I travel this highway in search of my home and you. But, Yaraa, it’s a long way home, and I’m tired, full of spiraling pain, seeing too much death scattered along the roadside; rotted...
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS
I want to hear the sky speak
of birds flying,
of being blue.
Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
and its encompassing heat.
I want to hear the sky mention
the Earth’s crying rivers
sing the songs of understanding.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we have come from?
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Questions! Questions! Questions! Brilliantly posed, HJx
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Read MoreOne more reason to give up on God and the Marilyn Monroe tattoo upon her thigh would peel from her skin...laughing Begging for mercy horror’caust and what price desire when her purse is empty? So far, so fast, so fierce singing ‘auf wiedersehen’ to the last of the international Berlin...
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The man of her dreams is sad and alone because of his drug addiction. Choices one makes…right.
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Dear R,
This for me, makes me think of all the relationships that want desperately to succeed but are doomed from the start. Especially the ones fueled by addiction. The edgy gritty feel throughout this write is relatable for anyone trapped inside this carousel nightmare. I like the dark fast pace of this write. H 🌷
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Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
POEM #1– Poetry Month
As I step off the back porch,
into the freshly fallen snow,
I look in all four directions
seeking balance in a new day.As I walk through the snow,
Grandmother speaks to me:“Aztec, see how the snow
covers and quenches the Crocuses’ thirst;
how their purple or yellow petals
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Damian DeadLove posted in the group Music is Art
Pound for pound one of my favorite Dylan songs, the storytelling is chef’s kiss.
“The next day was hanging day the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows she didn’t even blink
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this leaves me a bit sad about what happening around the world. The bomb leaving there notice that they were there. Nicely written