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Examiners of the soul

Examiners of the soul

As poets we often walk in the dark
as we are examiners of our souls
Sometimes
digging into
the nightmares of the readers
or sparking a fear of what
may come to the light.

As Examiners though
we bring to the front stage
words that often never spoken
or emotions that we as humans
are too shameful to admit to 
one another that we feel.

As Poets we are not censored to 
the rules or etiquette 
of society
as our pen is relentlessly loyal 
to the mind
that controls the mechanical 
aspects
of its duty..............
 

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lodigiana

Hi Gregory....this piece is really, really close to painting a picture of life with the barriers down..which I believe is pretty much what we as poets feel almost obliged to do..I am loving the honesty in this piece- well written and moves one fluidly through the words and sentiments. Nice work sir!!!Thank you for sharing

Lodigiana xx 

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GREG TUCKER THE...

thank you so much for analysis!  I love feedback.  Loren Dorf Actually inspired me on this one as I started to creating a poem to the response of one she so eloquently wrote.  

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lodigiana

You are more than welcome- it's a great piece and deserving of praise- and well done to Lauren for being your inspiration! xx
Lodigiana 

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