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Athena (lyrics) [Verse 1] Goddess of wisdom, justice, inspiration, law, Warrior goddess that is nobly so much more, Than in what ages past held the known world in awe, As the patron goddess of all heroic lore. [Verse 2] You sprang from Zeus’s head in armor, fully formed, Grew to be among the gods his favorite child, A warrior who as patron the arts transformed, Fiercest defender of truth, enemy of guile. [Chorus] Goddess of wisdom, justice, inspiration, law, Warrior goddess that is nobly so much more. [Bridge - Instrumental] [Verse 3] You live today in every woman’s heart who knows, The road to freedom is not paved with words of air, In the fertile ashes of battles freedom grows, Those battles fought and won by women everywhere. [Chorus] Goddess of wisdom, justice, inspiration, law, Warrior goddess that is nobly so much more, [Outro] You, paragon among all heroes from the start, Live on triumphantly in every woman’s heart. Link to song (free): https://suno.com/s/Ui9MP6Gyuy8xZMeE
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
Athena (my homage to all women) Lyrics and song published today (free)
When Summer's heat gives way to autumn's bliss, I will kiss this world goodbye and walk to the woods to save the last sliver of my humanity, where the creek meets the river of my destiny. Far away from the ****** city of sick Streets and broken dreams.
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC
Final Retreat
I've posted all the poems, Well, all except for one, The little bits I wrote, For my summer collection. I decided to turn that mix of feelings and emotions, Into my first book, my magnum opus, MY collection. I was sure to spell my name right, Unlike the book I was featured in, a slight mistake. So, if you'd like a copy, they're $7.99, In the U.S., at least. If you want all the poems that you've read, In book form, I'd appreciate it. Ones such as "The Sea," "The Singer," "The Wendigo," "Bad Blood," "Vain's Vanity," and "Poor Pluto." Fifty-two poems in total, All chronicling the thoughts I thought this summer.
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
The Last Summer of Reprieve
Brutal, lyrical, and unforgettable— Aluminum Cowboys is Thomas W. Case at full power. The acclaimed author of It’s Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse and Sleep Always Calls delivers a collection of poetry and short fiction that cuts to the bone and refuses to look away. Clearly, this isn't a poem. I just released my 4th book, available on Amazon. Please forgive the shameless plug. If my cats died, I'd get a pug. Lol. I love you all.
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Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
Forgive the Pug
He was finally a bookworm. So he'd cracked open the champagne and tasted the victory, all it had needed was consistency, with a sprinkle of meticulous attitude and the boundaries had been breached, the glass ceiling shattered - escaping the chasm of 'can't' or 'won't' which used to draw him in. But, now he had the will, the nerve, the enthusiasm: he had the gumption! Another glass of citrus bubble divine outweighing tomorrow's swallowed implications, foot-tapping along to jazzed-up songs, misty-eyed no more, alive with the yellow daffodils of spring.
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
Celebration
I don't think a single thing could bring me down from my high. The rush of learning, I'm going to be seen! Published Known Sure only a select few may even care, But I do. That's what matters to me.
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May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC
Publication
Never a better day shall there be! My book has been published.... finally! By Choice Publishing just so you know, It's called "Out of My Head" by...Damo. A "Somewhat Haphazard Collection of Original Rhyming Verse".... on Life, Motivation, Relationships, Mental Health, Mindfulness and friendships. There are Rhyming Verses, sonnets too, Limericks, Acrostics, Senryu, Haiku.... My thoughts, ideas and reflections   For each readers consideration. I'm so happy my book is out there, Hopefully you can find it somewhere And should you choose my book to buy I sincerely hope that you enjoy! My thanks to all at Hello Poetry For all the support you have given me. It is very much appreciated.... Y'all helped to create "Out of My Head"
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Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 9:43 AM UTC
For your consideration.....
Why in this particular time, is everyone reaching out to me from all over the globe? Do they feel the upcoming show? Do they feel, it's time to let go? To start a new beginning, exploring their options? Remembering the being they met. His energy very prosperous. Effecting them, to the point. Where they have implanted my image to their brain. Coming back to me, asking from the knowledge tree. Never thinking selfishly, only seeking information. Focusing on their hidden desire to have recognition. Seeing there world around them, about to crack and shatter to pieces. They feel this may be the last chance they get, to explore their creativity.
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
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My friend who was, is not. My friend who came and went The love we felt has become Entangled, confused and lost   But though, we once felt hate and anger It is not all lost. We can repair and Build again like Noah’s ark. We will ride the waves together.   The black hole does not need to conceal The confusion that we both felt. Deep below the surface of blackness Lies the wonder beneath of hope spring. Desire and yellow daffodils bloom It once was there, it will be alive again.   And so my friend who once was, is not. You will be here with me forever. And though our love may turn and change. Together, We will wether the storm.
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Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
My friend
better . Strips of clouds, pink-grey like a snail snatched from its shell. So many days I waited, waiting like that snail for permanent protection, waiting as an activity to delve fully into. Nirvana was coming. I saw it traced on the dated sidewalk, etched on the curvy luster of a raccoon’s still spine and in the devotion of the rock dove waiting for its one decided love.   Nothing was ever enough to saturate my yearning. Even for a moment, to remember a time before birth, before the furious fluttering engine ulcerated my stomach lining, or before my sanity became a soft noise, fading. I could hear it like a basic desire I was forced to forgo - *** unquenched - like that but even more. Like a crinkled cloth left on the subway floor, I waited - dry, malformed, avoided.   The basement air is grooming me for an alien awakening - maybe fluorescent, possibly ordinary, but better than this sitting, tipping sideways on a broken chair. Salt lamp on, a little fireplace or miniscule sunshine shining, crumbling between my fingers, waiting no more, moving at last to another corner. . . Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst First published in "Dead Snakes" 2013
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
better
The Day Is Like  . The day is like the day before the worm arrived in a jar at my doorstep. Before I took the worm in and fed it lettuce leaves and fresh water. Before I had something to care for, when loneliness was the largest difficulty around and isolation pounded beneath my lids like a cancer. The day is tick tock and as slow as waiting for that needed call to arrive. I collect the noises from outside but have nowhere to put them. I open my mouth, but my voice has gone underground. The sun looks in on me, but evades my skin. I don’t hold my breath. I let it in and out. I let the day be a blank wall. And sometimes a day like today is like an empty room and this empty room is a treasure. Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst First published in "The Buddhist Poetry Review" 2012
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
The Day Is Like
I am something you all know well Some of you can’t function with me and some of you can’t focus without me I am a small, timid thing Easily spooked, should you make a sound and always flitting from place to place I am the moment when realization sinks in When the doors stop slamming and the heat fueling your anger no longer burns I am the moment when fresh snow blankets the ground When the sun shines, but never warms and birdsong is lost to the early morning breeze I am the moment when you’re alone in bed When the world around you sleeps and you’re too old for the shadows to be scary I am something that’s never heard, never seen, and never felt simply experienced I am silence - t.h.
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Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
I Am
AS IT IS Life that we know, is not, as we think it is In the present we miss at times, both what could have been and what will be as from the drawers of our lives we pull out and savour memories while riding the illusion of replacing time but sometimes forgetting that the past drawn to the present will not sustain and eventually recede to allow for the flow of time future to find it’s age, and life will remain a short tenancy with a changing lease that time witnesses without interference at every birth and in the process we learn a few true things as time tells your mind’s despair ---- why lament, life’s canvas was empty at birth and will return to it’s state when you leave, as you brought nothing and will take nothing, but will leave behind your life’s colours on my being to hold for posterity, as divined in time. SUDHIR DIWAN
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
As it is
I speak for those with prose Not for the entertainment of published trolls We bare our thoughts Our opinions Our feelings Our truths Our ideas Our souls Because we choose to Because we need to Because we have to Because we want to We don't want to be famous We don't want to be judged We don't want to compete We don't want to speel check Our grammar is correct Our diction is correct Our styling are correct Our poems are perfect! Because that is how we intended them to be We love them JUST THE WAY THEY ARE! Feel free to judge us It is your god given right But, keep your criticisms to yourself Unless we ask for it As you read these written words You hear every single syllable Echo in your head You are now telling this to yourself Thank you for listening
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
Dear Poetry Expert
i am not powerful stop trying to convince me that there is something to live for because at the end of the day i have been through it all i can see it for myself there is nothing to be grateful for i’d be lying if i said things will get better it’s true i am worthless nobody can tell me that i have a purpose, you see i am convinced happiness is not for me i was told by many things are not always as they appear to be (now read from bottom to top) - sheera al-hassani    @sailingserenity
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
perception