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luthienne · 1 year

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Reginald Dwayne Betts, from Felon; “Night”

[Text ID: Listen, who hasn't waited for something / to happen? I know folks died waiting. I know / hurt is a wandering song. / I was lost in my fear.]

#reginald dwayne betts #felon: poems #night #words #poetry #typography #to be human #…#desire is no light thing #all that is musical in us is memory

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greeneyed-jade · 7 months

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CHANGES

I don't think like I used to

Love was never my friend

Isolation was an answer

Losing my mind, I guess

Hijacked, robbed of my control

Empty mind, you can knock, nobodys home

Learned you quickly, I hated to see you go

You gave me a love I have never known

You are tangled into my soul

With you I’m safe, your arms feel like home

What I hate the most is you’re really gone

So my heart is locked up & you have the master key

Which means until they let you go, I’ll never be free

And sometimes your absence haunts me

Feels like I’m coming apart at the seams

A little dramatic? Maybe

But I can’t help what you do to me

Fuck being sad, I feel incomplete

Tell me how to stay alive with half a heartbeat

So many miles and hours left to see

Far apart, years between

The ones I love the most I never get to keep

Promise me one thing

When you come back

Please don’t ever leave

10.02.2023

3:07 A.M.

🩶

#original poem #poetry #my poetry #spilled ink #writing #dark poetry #love poem #poets on tumblr #prison #inmate #felon #prison love #I love my inmate #lol #sad poem #i miss you #love lost #heartbreak #heartbreak poetry

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forgottencitizen · 2 years

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I can’t look at you. Not because I don’t want to, but because I do. I know if you say one word to me or smile, I’ll be chasing you for the next week. & I won’t be chasing him. That’s why I can’t look at you. I need to be strong first, for you to accept what I’ve done, the issues I have, genuinely. And for that I need to be strong. & I can only grow that way by his acceptance. His grace. His victory. So that whether he leads me to you or not. I will be strong enough to look at you.

#poetry #original poem #short poem #returning felon #returningcitizens #felony #lovers #dating

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dowagersqueen · 1 year

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Vandana Khanna, from Evening Prayer in “Train To Agra” // “I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.”― Warsan Shire // Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017 // bless me father, for i have sinned; he fell. i should have followed. | j.s. // Reginald Dwayne Betts, from “Essay on Reentry,” in Felon // James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

#house of the dragon #houseofthedragonedit #hotdedit #aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #aegoniitargaryenedit #alicenthightoweredit #welighttheway

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ebookporn · 9 months

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Hardin survived incarceration by making her voice heard. She started writing — essays, poems and short stories, plus legal and personal correspondence for fellow inmates. “I worry I could get in trouble for pretending to be other people,” she writes of this side hustle, which earned her the nickname Mama Love. “I don’t yet realize that what I am doing is honing my empathy — the superpower of all great ghostwriters.”

#authors #ghostwriter #writing techniques #writerslife #literacy #prisoner #prison system #addiction and recovery

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instruth · 9 months

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A BEACON OF HOPE

A beacon of hope

not bacon, no dope

recon memories to elope

I reckon, for a greater scope

from felon down the rope

To beckon for the tope

a deacon counsels the mope

inside a wagon for a grope

with a cannon hard to cope

to put a stallion on the lope

Top up a gallon with a nope

but for a million, do scoop

two dragons for my soup

in jargon, I shall boon

onions by the swoons

To vote for a raccoon

take note of the loon

bagged totes of cartoons

send dotes to the moon

for a beacon too soon

©Johnny J P Lee

29 July 2023

A Gogyoshiren Poem (20)

Photo, J. P. Lee

#poetryportal #writerscreeds #smittenbypoetry #poeticstories #spilledwords #writingthestorm #inkstainsandheartbeats

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sodomyaspraxis · 7 months

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This month I did the Sealey Challenge (technically it’s supposed to happen in August but I was too busy lol) where you read a book of poetry every day for the whole month and here are the books I read!!

1-10, in the order I read them:

Explodingly Yours by Chen Chen

Normal Distance by Elisa Gabbert

Felon by Reginald Dwayne Betts

Crossing the Water by Sylvia Plath

Lunch Poems by Frank O’Hara

Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich

Girls That Never Die by Safia Elhillo

Sight Lines by Arthur Sze

Midnight Salvage by Adrienne Rich

A Fortune for Your Disaster by Hanif Abdurraqib

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readingaway · 8 months

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sifu-kisu · 2 years

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SPIRIT OF JAPAN

"The Revenge of the Samurai Wife"

Second Part

Come, come, ladies,” she barked, “enough blabbing! It’s time to get back towork. Katsunosan, did you remember to feed the bird Takane?”

“Not yet, Lady Tora.”

“Come on, then, get a move on! I don’t hear him singing. He must be

starving!”

The young woman ran to get some birdseed and returned to the garden. She

stopped under a plum tree in flower from which a large gilded cage was hanging.

As she was trying to unhook the cage so she could feed the bird inside, the ring

from which it was suspended broke and the cage fell. When it hit the ground, its

door sprung open, and the bird flew away.

“You bungling fool! What have you done!” cried the duenna. “You have let

this priceless treasure given to our lord by the shogun escape. What an

unforgivable blunder!” And the old woman dragged Katsuno behind her to go

receive her punishment. Lord Oda Nobuyuki received her surrounded by his

council of vassals.

“Do you realize what a stupid thing you’ve done!?” he shouted at her in his

fury. “Suppose the shogun should visit me and ask to see the bird! Such

negligence calls for a punishment that will be an example to all!”

Craftily, Shichiroyemon seized the moment and said, “That is true, Sire, but

do not be too severe. She has been the victim of her absentmindedness. Let it be

enough to banish her from your suite for a time. Let me take charge of her. I will

shut her up in my house and teach her to be more mindful.”

But now young Hachiya spoke up.

“Sire, on this anniversary day of the death of your father, show yourself to be

as generous as Emperor Takahura was with his gardeners.”

“Be so kind as to refresh my memory concerning that incident.”

“One morning in winter, the gardeners cut a few branches from a magnificent

old maple tree to warm their sake with. It being the case that the emperor was

particularly fond of that tree, a steward had the guilty parties arrested and

informed His Majesty. The latter, instead of becoming angry, recited these

verses by the Chinese poet Bai Juyi: Passing through the woods

For a time we paused.

Maple leaves we gathered there

And burned them to warm our wine.

“For having reminded me of this admirable poem, the kindly emperor

declared, ‘I pardon these men.’ Following his example, Sire, be indulgent. Do

not follow in the footsteps of the Heike, whose harshness caused them to be

hated and finally caused their downfall.”

Furious, Shichiroyemon was unable to hide his exasperation and cried out,

“His honor the orator in displaying his erudition has confused our minds. Every

misdeed must be punished, otherwise the doorway to anarchy will be thrown

wide open.”

“What misdeed are you talking about?” retorted Hachiya. “This was more of

an accident. And why should we not tell everyone, Sire, that it was your idea to

have the bird liberated so it would ascend into the heavens and its song would

rejoice the heart of your late father?! That would be an acceptable reason should

this matter come to the ears of the shogun. He could not fault you for your filial

piety.”

“Excellent, my dear Hachiya,” said the emperor. “Without a doubt you always

have good advice to offer. Moreover, that is exactly why I am appointing you

first counselor. And in view of the fact that you show so much concern for Miss

Katsuno, who according to my wife, finds you attractive, I hereby proclaim your

nuptials, to take place this very evening.”

The following day, the new first counselor was found assassinated. The

murder weapon, a knife, was left sticking in the corpse as a kind of signature.

Lord Oda Nobuyuki recognized it. It was the dagger he had given as a gift to

Shichiroyemon, a marvelous blade forged by the famous Masamune. At once he

sent his samurai to have Shichiroyemon arrested, but the felon was not to be

found. It was learned not long after that he had entered the service of Oda

Nobunaga, the head of the clan. He had told his new lord that his brother

Nobuyuki had been plotting against Nobunaga and had given Nobunaga a list of

the names of his fellow conspirators. As a result, war was imminent. Having a

premonition that this affair would turn out badly for her protector, the

unfortunate Katsuno asked for permission to depart on a pilgrimage to pray for

the soul of her fiancé. She also asked to be given the murder weapon, of which

she wished to make an offering at a temple.

Katsuno’s journey took her to the castle at Inabayama, the dwelling of Lord

Saito Dosan, an ally of Oda Nobunaga. She managed to gain employment at the

castle by falsifying her identity. The story she invented was that she was the

daughter of a poor samurai from a distant province whose father had fallen into disgrace.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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smoosnoom · 1 year

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daily compliment :)

"on the way home i wrote a poem”. it's not actually a poem. it's something :)

her works have taste of spoon of honey

she's kind and nice and shy and fun

i wanna give her all my money

and she's my author number one

her works have smell of pine and lemon

like bluebells they are blooming in my heart

sometimes i feel like wanted felon

when send her comments under anonymous card

her works feel like the touch of velvet

like fragile china her analogies

i want to cheer her up and i can't help it

that's why i give her gentle forehead kiss

i hope that every time she feels like all her days are black

she will remember that i love her to the moon and back 🤍

as for christmas movies i definitely will watch new lindsay lohan film and i'll rewatch "glee" season 3 christmas special and "hey arnold!" one

what a mind !!!!

this is genuinely one of the nicest things ever what if i told U i couldn't stop giggling twirling my hair the entire time i read this . i am Dying rn my lungs have just collapsed and it is literally ur fault .

i am giving u a forehead kiss back as we speak . i am literally mush and i no longer have lips but it's happening its literally happening

ill write u a poem back !

in that landscape of waste and disaster

it's harder to find north, no big dipper

pollution doesnt budge,

no matter how hard you scrub

but amidst my morning waffles and scrolling

in a full box and my inner ego gleaming

there's a compliment and a compass

no one makes my heart beat like daily anon does

anyway . ill definitely check those out :] glee has been all over my fyp i think this is a sign

#cant believe im being wooed by an anon #this is crazy #/ask #daily alya

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luthienne · 1 year

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Reginald Dwayne Betts, from Felon; Poems; "Ballad of the Groundhog"

#reginald dwayne betts #felon: poems #ballad of the groundhog #words #poetry #typography #grief is a circular staircase

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judgingbooksbycovers · 1 year

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Felon: Poems

By Reginald Dwayne Betts.

Design by Sarahmay Wilkinson.

#Felon #Reginald Dwayne Betts #Sarahmay Wilkinson #books #book covers

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thekimspoblog · 4 days

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A short poem about abortion

When you classify routine healthcare as murder

You make every woman a criminal

Felons cannot vote and this is the true intent

But I don't think they counted on the anarchy

That when every woman is a murderer, none of us are

And so we have nothing to lose

In taking "compassionate" revenge

Against the bodies of the men trying to lock us up

#pro choice #leftist propaganda #better call saul #radical (as in violent not trans exclusionary) feminism #kim wexler #saul goodman

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amitapaul · 16 days

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21/13

13/4/24

#24NaPoGloPoWriMo

Just Poem

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Start by creating a “word bank” of ten simple words- 5 nouns, 3 verbs, 2 more.

They should only have one or two syllables apiece. Add their rhyming words. From this seed bank create a poem .

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River Giver

Roar Shore

Melon Felon

Must Dust

Silk Ilk

Wave Save

Eddy Steady

Foam Roam

Flow Glow

Dash Flash

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MAA GANGA

River of Consciousness and History,

Sometimes in monsoons I can hear you roar

I recall all your myths and mystery

As I stand under stars upon your shore

Silk smooth your waters under the full moon

With here and there a wave, eddy and foam

Getting and spending, mankind, late and soon

Forgets you , but not far from you can roam

In your waters the life of our grains lies

On your sandbanks sweet gourds and melons grow

Your cool beauty is a sight for sore eyes

Your paths civilization’s journey know

Sometimes the angry taker, mostly giver,

I salute you, my country’s Mother River !

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( ASA )

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nityarawal · 5 months

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12/6/2023

I Love You More

(Love Bomb)

Morning Songs

I Love You More

Is It True

I Love You More

Wanna Love Bomb You

I Love You More

I'm Writing A Song

It's More Important

Than Landlord Stuff

I Love You More

Love Bombs

That's What I Got

Irany Stuff

I Love You More

So Don't Intereupt

My Song

I Love You More

So Cage Me

I Love You More

No

Don't Do It Again

I Love You More

Yes

With You

Felons Forever

Eloning

My Sisters

Are "Hotter"***

To Me Son

Do You Hear

I Love You More

Sweetheart

Stars

Dimples

Daughters

"Of My Heart"**

I Love You More

What Prudence

Has Got

I Love You More

"Beyond Gurus" *

Eternal Quest

I Love You More

OK Grok

We'll Wipe Up Your

Elon Tears

I Love You More

Saint Francis

Of Assisi

Reap Yogis

Physicist

I Love You More

Buddha

'Cuz It's Easier

To Love You More

To Kiss

Build Michelangelos

And Palaces

And Not

War

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

*"Beyond Gurus," - By Nancy Cooke Herrera,

was an awesome book David Farley Kaplan- my Jewish Monk Godfather turned fiance sent me on Maharishi's TM "Mother Divine" when I was 21yo and took a year away from the "Dick" as a renunciate.(:

I gave up app my college/travel party habits. It was Heaven. (BTW my ™ copyright appears to be shrinking again in latest apartheid politics and Gag orders.) ):

Sister Linda- also sponsored by DFK - whom our sisters secretly referred to as "Deek," for his low balling negotiations on Spitual Center eternal- didn't love book. Yet all the ladies were curious and devoured it. Who Wouldn't love great Yogis and teachers? #IKR (Isha Kyan Rawal's initials- also a Buddha Sattva- whom needs his mother immediately. As does his sister and every estranged child crying in hlobe.) Nothing is Beyond Mothers.

#4BillionMothersStrong

**"Sisters Of My Heart," is one of my favorite Chitra Divakaruni books. She is listed with my dream agent Sandra Dykstra.

I reference this mythology in many of my songs and poems.

*** It's considered generally "HOT" by sisterhood & resoundingly noble way Influencer & selfie queen of digital era Paris Hilton goes up to bat for #FreeBritney

Mamma Paris closed conservatorships and academies that cage kids; despite lame brands pimped by Walmart & Disney etc.

We see you.

Xo

#SistersFromAnotherMother #Hot

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instruth · 7 months

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