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Read MoreSeduced by the tongue in her hair collapsed from shoulder as waterfall captured by an artist who dreams in sunsets Nape of her neck flowed into negligee and surely, breath could only find refuge in intensive care, the closest hospital was a hundred ambulances away Everyone has a date with an undertaker all the humour of a...
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Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Another excellent write with impeccable storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Never-Ending Dandelions
A dandelion
is a weed
looking harmless
even beautiful.
Still a weed
overtaking the grass
choking out
all other life.Memories of you
are dandelions
spreading rapidly
overpowering my mind.
Taking root in all
facets of my brain
weeding my garden always
with every breath I take
you still live in…Read More6 Comments-
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Hi Curly Grace. It’s amazing how someone occupies our minds. There they are, whether we want them there or not. Hopefully, your “Dandelion” is a welcomed “weed”.
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Thank you, Redzone. I wrote this in 2011. So, the “weed” has been pulled out, lol, quite some time ago. Made way for better flowers though…
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Better flowers, that’s the best thing about “weeding”. More colorful too, I’ll bet.
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Brilliantly expressed – I must weed my garden after that, before your poem infests my mind! HJx
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Thank you, Harriet‑Jacqui. May your garden stay clear, and your kindness keep blooming.
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Between writing and marketing my books, I grow-my-own fruit & veg on a plot next to the forest, the village cricket pitch and tennis club. Weeding my plot is just like painting The Forth Bridge (in Scotland , I live in England). As soon as I finish weeding it’s time to start all over again!
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Simple…but so emotional. Good one, Fia.
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Thank you , Atticus;))
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A wonderful piece of poetry Fia. This one hits home, literally.
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Thank you, Vision;))
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Yeah…so much said in this. My daughter talks of not belonging anywhere. She’s not Mexican enough for that side of her genealogy and not white enough for the other. Never accepted in either. This cataloging of labels in a stolen land is mind boggling and saddening to me
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Powerfully penned, Fia. This excellent write tells it like it is my friend. Amazingly done as always. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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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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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
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Thank you Curtis;))
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Oh man, this gives me a feeling of being a vampire. Nice;))