D. J. Reddall

Joined June 2022

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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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Never hesitate To delight in defying Obnoxious critics
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Dare to Decide. Top Story - June 2024.
How warm and reassuring waiting is Delay, deliberation, second thought Supply a shield against that dreadful quiz When the pressure to act cannot be fought
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Better Readings
So many lenses! Whatever it is, the truth Is never altered
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
A Special Nowhere
Imaginary islands are places Filled with salty peace, cradled by water The sun kisses their denizens’ faces Each one wisdom’s son, or joy’s sweet daughter
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Twain
What is reading, exactly? What are you getting so excited about? Isn’t it just a matter of decoding what is encoded? Be reasonable, won’t you?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Mad Dog
Diogenes: worst of dogs, best of men Doing publicly what most deem private Urinating on fools now and again Seldom obedient, never quiet
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Role Models
Searching for someone To become like is folly Now, become yourself
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
What's That?
I have a bad ear Some nonsense, I cannot hear Hold your burdens dear
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Hunt
We hunt and gather With our instincts more ancient Than the marketplace
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Oppressive Narrative
Many fear the oppressive narrative The tale as tyrant, irresistible; Full of directives bold, imperative Molding minds with its hand, invisible
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Unyielding
Battles against doubt Fatigue and despair are won By courageous hearts
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Bid Him Welcome
“We haven’t any creed, any dogma, child. Your will is your own, which is what gives it power and worth when it joins with ours or that of one of our friends.” She spoke these words to me over a bowl of oil, herbs and pig’s blood one afternoon before the others arrived. Twilight was pouring warm copper over the whole scene and I was anxious for night to hide us.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Fiction