Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Fuck the fake—
Forever for real.
Absorb the surreal.
Smile,
Shine your lemon peel.
Drops of lemon
Dew
Another hit off
The citrus blue.
Forever breaking
Right the fuck
Through.
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Alliteration alleviates anger angels allege. There seems some irritation in this poem my friend. As for a citrus fix I have been drinking a dozen lemons a day in lemonade fresh squeezed to ward off colds and although correlation is not causation it seems to be working. A fun read whatever the fuck
Hahahaha! Whatever the fuck, indeed! 🤣 That comment just made my day, dear poet and friend!
The "fuck the fake" part came out of walking around a place we were visiting and realizing—as beautiful as it was—it was entirely fake.
I suppose there was some irritation coming out when I was writing it, so it makes sense that comes off, but it was fun as hell to write.
Glad that came through and you enjoyed the fun. Thank you again, Soren! 🍋🚀🌠🙏
I really like the idea of burning away lies with the acidity of a juicy lemon. It exudes warmth and heals. I really enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing! Cheers!
Me too! Thank you bro! Indeed! Let that juice flow and heal! You are welcome, my friend! Cheers! 🍋🚀🌠🙏
Burning away with deceit and lies with the acid from fruit to get to the fact and truth , its a lovely thought but it wouldn't it leave a bitter taste in the mouth, enjoyed the read
Thank you, my friend. Much appreciated! 🍋🚀🌠🙏
You are very welcome
Oh this is truly rich indeed! We'll swear like sailors, with "pardon my French," in polite company, and pucker up to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, eh? This must be the real reason I forgot this morning when ordering Starbucks to say my usual, missing the lemonade in my drink--because you'd penned this. After that, I give up. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a curiously haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Oh this comment is lemon juicy fire, Missy! 🍋🔥 That sailor line is absolute gold—and I love that your own drink order somehow synced with the poem’s vibe! That is too funny! Truly appreciate your time and your comment, my friend! 💛🚀🌠🙏
Ohhhh, only one thing to say to this - F, F, F, and, F, and.....steady on, says Fido! lol.
Fire 🔥…oops—false alarm, Orchi blew it out! 🤣
This poem hits like a citrus shot to the soul; sharp, electric, immediate. The language punches through pretence, demanding authenticity in a world slick with masks and synthetic sweetness. It’s rebellion wrapped in brightness: “Smile, / Shine your lemon peel,” suggests not just resilience but defiant joy, like daring to be zesty in a system that wants bland. Here is a response in verse for your enjoyment: “Peel Back the Neon”
Spit shine the bitter truth— no sugar coat, no soft landing.
The real rolls in like thunder wearing citrus and static.
We bite back with tongues dyed bright.
Laugh lines splitting through fluorescent doubt.
No algorithm knows how hard we hit when we hit with nothing to prove.
Peel back the neon skin— under it: something too loud to fake.
Wow! Rock on, my friend. You see the meaning here, as clear as the lemon in the picture above. And your poetic response! Another snapshot moment! Much appreciated my friend. Very much appreciated! 🍋🚀🌠🙏
Ooh, I've another poem I can't translate here. It starts off:
*(&^%$$FFF*&%
*^&U^%BCxyz!!!!
)9&6%PORKPIESjut%^$
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The only bit we'll recognise is 'Pork Pies' LOL.
Well, duh. That's the most $%&*! important part, no? LOL!
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