Heart breaking

Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent tribute my friend. It’s a tragedy indeed, sometimes I don’t recognize the world anymore. Appreciate you.

Damian

Silencing beauty is one of mankind’s (and I use that term loosely here) gravest mistakes. We need beauty to get through what comes

This is the kind of poem that doesn’t ask permission—it reports from the wreckage. “A poem that will remain unfinished” is a brutal, honest truth, and the blood imagery isn’t sensational, it’s earned. I like how you refuse comfort here—no soft landing, no false resolve. The idea that the poems must replace her voice because they have to is devastating. This reads like a witness statement, not a performance. Necessary, angry, and painfully clear.

This one hits hard. I’ve watched that video over and over again.
I saw another where an agent told a protester, “If you raise your voice I will erase your voice”…while I’m thinking, then the thunder of the masses will drown him if he does that. I can’t wait for the trials and all the video evidence.
We will say their names forever so they are never forgotten.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Nicely done Crim…

Chère C.,
‘Where my metal is tested’….
Painting with words!
And then/than (what do I know) the striking art work.
Marvellous work!
Warm regards, Gus

Strongly done, Crims. The strength over fear is always encouraging to read, and to see. To overcome is a human goal always.
Your write defines that well.

Yes, you are a diamond. I like how you put this together to show that you are.

Beautifully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. A diamond in the rough so to speak kinda vibe. Appreciate you.

Damian

Marvelous…

Wonderful wordplay…

Perfect ending…

Drieks, this is great.

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent lyrics and a stellar arrangement my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

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Awesome on so many levels…

Agreed with Cipher so many great stanzas, you even came with the word play, to cool Lady.

Outstanding, girl! I can see Poe, sitting in a hardbacked chair pulled around backward so he can lean his arms on the top., and he’s tapping his toes, girl, and smiling big, while whispering, “Damn, I wish I were that good!”