One, two, three, four....five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Tristan Robert Lange said:

At three I stopped to maniacally laugh and expected lightning and thunder...then I realized that was the title, and not Sesame Street! LOL! Sorry, I couldn\'t resist! My silliness aside, Soren, this is a stark reckoning. The repetition, the escalation, the absence of evidence or consequence…it all builds toward the same conclusion. When power answers only to itself, justice becomes theater. This poem names that without flinching. Powerful and necessary, my friend!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

January 27th, 2026 09:00

One, two, three, four....five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Friendship said:

Well said. Your poem explores themes of violence, authority, and the dehumanization that often accompanies state-sanctioned actions, particularly in law enforcement. It critiques the impunity with which these actions are sometimes carried out, suggesting a moral ambiguity and a lack of accountability in the system. Yet your poem serves to provoke thought and raise awareness about the normalization of violence in policing, urging readers to consider moral implications and the need for accountability in law enforcement practices, against police brutality and systemic racism.
Soren, this pertains to the individual who was shot by agents ten times. The purpose behind the recent actions of individuals targeting law enforcement agents warrants examination from multiple perspectives. On one hand, these agents are performing their duties as mandated, focusing on enforcing immigration policies. However, the public\'s reaction, manifested through protests, necessitates a nuanced understanding. Regardless of approval or disapproval, the authorities will persist in their enforcement efforts. The recent incident involving an individual shot multiple times is distressing; nonetheless, it is crucial to consider the context. The individual in question had retired from his role as a nurse and had reportedly exhibited erratic behavior post-retirement, including adopting unconventional attire and engaging in inappropriate conduct. Although his family had expressed concerns, the response of being shot multiple times raises questions. It is essential to acknowledge that the individual was armed, contributing to the complexity of the situation. Ultimately, the incident highlights the need for a balanced approach in addressing these issues.

January 27th, 2026 08:12

Kobe beef
Vipassana said:

like it is, sir. like it is.

January 27th, 2026 02:45

The way I like it
Dan Williams said:

This is just charming. Hits home for me in many different ways.

January 27th, 2026 01:08

The way I like it
Allie561 said:

How simple things used to be. This poem has such a deep nostalgic feel to it. When I was younger, I used to go over to my cousin’s farm. We had built a tire swing and we would spend hours outside. It’s so sad to see how we went from that to having our face in front of a screen every day. There’s a park near my house and every time I take a walk around it, I’ve noticed that I see less and less children playing. They might be at school but most are probably at home in front of electronics. We’ve taken the natural simplicity away from life. Hang on to what you have Soren, it’s very special. Great work.

January 26th, 2026 20:54

The way I like it
orchidee said:

Good write SB.

January 26th, 2026 11:48

The way I like it
Jerry Reynolds said:

Good write, Sorenbarrett. Coming from town with some supplies to our farm, my grandfather would point out, \"This is as far as the electricity goes,\" as we passed the last pole miles from the farm, with water fetched from a spring and no indoor plumbing. I chose to poop from a tree, what with the spiders and all eager to catch gnats attracted to a hole full of shit.

January 26th, 2026 08:11

Freedom in chains
Soman Ragavan said:


This poem resembles the plight many people feel. It is apparent freedom, but we are really in chains, invisible chains. Even the internet has been weaponized to track people, to store what they have written. It is this tendency of Man to imprison others.


January 26th, 2026 06:09

The way I like it
Paul Bell said:

Sounds idyllic, lost to nature and loving it.
Though I feel you\'re missing out. So I\'m sending a few chaps who sell insurance, double glazing, fix your roof, oh, and wait for it, the Jehovah\'s will pop by for a little chat.

January 26th, 2026 05:03

From the veins of our fathers
Goldfinch60 said:

Those unseen dangers can be avoided in time soren. Very good words.

Andy

January 26th, 2026 02:47

Poems from the mist
aDarkerMind said:

am even more impressed with this one Soren...
every line a gem my friend.

January 25th, 2026 20:50

From the veins of our fathers
lunarchloedip said:

this one has a really nice rhythm to it :)

January 25th, 2026 18:36

From the veins of our fathers
Tristan Robert Lange said:

Soren, this poem weaves instinct, nature, and foresight into a single current. From ancestral memory to subtle bodily warning, it reminds us that we are still part of the old rhythms. Quietly prophetic and deeply grounded. Beautiful work, dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

January 25th, 2026 10:45

From the veins of our fathers
Paul Bell said:

I sort of recall our resident weather forecaster telling us there was no hurricane coming.
Then the hurricane hit, and the dogs abuse he got that day, they still talk about it now.
Humans, animals, intelligence, I wonder.

January 25th, 2026 08:52

From the veins of our fathers
Friendship said:

Your poem explores the deep connection between humanity and nature, highlighting the instinctual and ancestral knowledge that resides within us. It emphasizes the idea that people possess an innate awareness of their environment, shaped by ancestral experiences and memories.

January 25th, 2026 07:11