| humorist, really?
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2025-06-29
they are just as opportunistic as clickbaiters
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| clever like a furtive jet
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2025-06-28
A summary superbly sharp and vulnerable thought: that cleverness, when cloaked in clumsiness, becomes harder to detect. Like stealth jets loaded with quiet brilliance, some people mask intention with misdirection. And maybe the confusion isn't yours; it's the camouflage doing its job.
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| The ease of being natural seeing
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2025-06-28
A beautifully serene, like stepping into a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. It has the stillness of a tide that knows its rhythm, and the depth of a truth that doesn’t need convincing. Reading it feels less like analysis and more like remembering.
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| time goes fast when you don't stare at the time passing by
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2025-06-28
Such a lovely clarity to this piece; philosophical, yet grounded. It moves like a quiet truth whispered between moments: time expands when watched, shrinks when lived. Thank you for this; it's a gentle nudge toward presence.
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| Redeemed
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2025-06-28
What a striking meditation on paradox, transformation, and grace. The imagery flows like prophecy; heavy with loss, yet glinting with the possibility of renewal. Thank you for sharing something so beautifully layered and quietly powerful.
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| APOGEE, IF YOU WILL
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2025-06-27
A poem that captures a poignant moment of reflection, where movement meets stasis and turning points blur into uncertainty. The apogee becomes a symbol of tension—both possibility and impending descent—posing profound questions about inertia and transformation. Its quiet introspection resonates deeply with the search for equilibrium and escape.
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| Circle Of Life
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2025-06-25
Their work stands and lives on. A true inspiration.
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| WALKING OUT
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2025-06-25
A freedom to wander about, that is a true treasure.
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| Wedlock for the mind
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2025-06-25
Awesome view!
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| The song of silence
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2025-06-25
Bravo! It centres and it sustains.
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| Toxic Friendship
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2025-06-25
Some of us have been told that to keep friends we are to show ourselves friendly but that can open us up for abuse and toxicity. Perhaps to be a true friend is to suffer the injustice that may come our way. Hard to say.
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| vast finite infinity
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2025-06-23
Thanks for the applause @ken d williams
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| Your ravens
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2025-06-22
This poem exerts a quiet severity,a stark image unraveling into something far more human. The raven devouring the pigeon unsettles, not just for its violence, but for what it implies about misrecognition—mistaking kinship where there is none. That line, “My boy ravens aren't birds / Birds of your kind”, seethes with the ache of exclusion and the refusal to be subsumed into a false likeness. And then there’s the Hamlet allusion—the forsaken village, the bare stones, the mocking tone—which deepens the gravity. Hamlet’s Denmark, too, was a place hollowed by betrayal and moral decay. By invoking that ghostly “Hamlet,” the poem casts the river as both witness and judge, retreating in disgust from a place that mirrors Elsinore: full of hypocrisy, rot, and abandonment. It’s a powerful gesture: quiet, mournful, and scorched with resentment. Thank you for this raw and thought-provoking work.
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| Fortunes
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2025-06-20
This poem feels like a ballad for the uncharted—of waters, of time, of lives adrift. It captures the awe and trepidation of standing before something so vast, so untameable, where human agency is but a faint whisper against the roar of elements.
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| backyard
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2025-06-18
That is so relatable, except on this end, the land is gone having been sold and the memories gradually fade without physical reinforcement.
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| Twilight of the night
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2025-05-30
Much humour as a twist, superb. But the fear was so palpable as well.
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| Nascent.
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2025-05-30
This is very relatable. But the good things is that "the mind still dreams." It can be so daunting to take the mark, get set, go in that race...reminds me as well of Émile and Remy, for some reason.
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| Written in Response to Pensive Solitude on The Eve of This Night Revisited
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2025-04-25
a daily, nightly battle, it may be added. Rebels arise!
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| INDISPUTABLE
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2025-04-24
...the Queen ...the Pope ...the POTUS ...in our mind it seems we still have room for legend and superstition... might be the fabric of our collective consciousness for such things... as with the golden calf, robin hood, the boogeyman and such
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| Incredible
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2025-04-18
Indeed. We can't control what others believe. And we do stand up for our own beliefs. In a way that may be the thin line of peace between mindsets and individuals.
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| Days Move Along
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2025-03-11
Always reminding self that one is required to walk back the trolley however far it be to redeem one’s golden coin….
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| As we depart
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2025-03-01
A profound sweeping away, disappearing into the moon’s pull, pulling further away, grip slipping off in the lapping waves, multitudinous as feathers in flight, none of them stay.
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| No Worries
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2025-03-01
That last line truly brings it home. We tend to live out and push the limits until it no longer is possible. Subtle but on point.
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| Robin
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2025-02-27
When we look close enough around us, some things are still as they should be in life. Tremendous write.
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| Au revoir
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2025-02-23
What to do with those who wouldn’t have more of you when there is so much there for them. Their loss, big time; by the look of it.
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| the toll
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2025-02-22
So easy indeed! That last stanza wrapped it up quite exquisitely.
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| United Destinies
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2025-02-19
So sure Rose will love this. Nothing like our bestie by our side.
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| I don’t feel like a writer
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2025-02-19
Now that was worth a treat. The feeling for me comes and goes and later makes me think: an automobile remains what it is however many miles driven or not at all, in a museum or a scrap heap… it’s hardwired within. But our senses fight against logic of a writer not writing or not completing a composition still being a writer. A ‘failed’ or unfulfilled writer, perhaps?
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| I'M NOT ALWAYS SMITTEN
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2025-02-12
Remember it all and write what you recall, it’ll leave you standing tall!
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