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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 3d

The most powerful word in the english language is Love.

We must embrace this four letter word.

But at the same time not cheapen its power.

Love can conquer hate — awaken indifference and heal the world.

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A Four Letter Word

A Four Letter Word Love is a four letter word And like most four letter words It is misused – cheapening its power It's so misused and abused We must now quantify and qualify the word It's not enough ...

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 10d

“Dream On” is both blessing and reminder — a call to keep faith in the power of vision. It urges us to see dreams not as escapes but as acts of love, transforming others and ourselves. In the end, it is not the dreaming, but the giving that makes those dreams real

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Dream On

Dream On May you find your tomorrow May your dreams liberate you From the nightmares of your life

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 12d

In a world stripped of compassion, even the strongest towers crumble. This piece asks what remains when love is abandoned – when faith becomes judgment, and patriotism becomes permission for hate.
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Without Love

Without Love Without love You can still breath You can still gather wealth You can still pretend to live But do not be fooled Breathing does not make you alive

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 12d

This is a toast for those who hide betrayal behind ceremony. It names the violence clothed in righteousness and refuses silence. Read if you can stand the heat.
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A Fitting Toast

A Fitting Toast Ah yes – I understand now, I see what you did. You lied and cheated, And now you offer a toast. A fitting toast to your duplicitous deeds.

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 12d

This poem confronts the soft denial that shelters hate — the ordinary faces that insist, “But I’m not a Nazi,” while their words and actions betray the same rot. It strips away excuses, showing that morality isn’t defended by declarations but revealed through deeds
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But I'm Not A Nazi

But I'm Not A Nazi So maybe I've said or texted A few hate-filled things Or have a tattoo But I'm not a Nazi

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 14d

We were all given the same breath – the same chance to love, to build, to care. Yet somewhere along the way, we decided that judgment was holier than compassion. “The Giving” is a reminder that what was freely given to us is meant to be shared, not withheld.

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The Giving

The Giving In exchange for the giving of our lives We are taught to love our neighbors – For they too were given theirs. And regardless of what they were taught, Our precept says: love is the greatest...

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 16d

In a world shouting for attention, we’ve forgotten how to listen – to history, to conscience, to love. Carter built his faith, Lewis bled for justice, and King dreamed of a world yet to be realized.
Their sermons still echo if we only stop long enough to hear.

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We Need To Tell

We Need To Listen

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 17d

Love does not die all at once. It erodes – word by word, law by law, silence by silence – until what once bound us in compassion becomes a weapon of exclusion. When love fades to hate, nations unravel, families fracture, and faith becomes tyranny.
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When Love Fades To Hate

When Love Fades to Hate When love fades to hate, Evil is justified as protection. Justice is no longer blind or equally applied, And the love of God is caged – reserved only for the “worthy.”

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 23d

In our diversity of uniqueness, we find shared humanity.

From Love—To Love—Through the Darkness—Where Hope abounds.

All are needed.
All are sacred.
All belong.

When embraced with love, the pain of life is not removed - it is shared.

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The Realm Of Nermar

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 23d

A man and his fox race through fog toward a rising sun – symbols of endurance and fleeting grace. In the haze between fear and faith, they chase what remains of hope in This Thing Called Life.

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This Thing Called Life

This Thing Called Life The phantoms surround me Howling As they hunt my spirit And like the fox I cannot hide my scent So I run and I run and I run In no strategic direction Or toward any defensive po...

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 25d

Part 6 moves from mourning to momentum: Fadhb’s past is unbound, the long shadow of a Weaver’s years falls across Bri’s heart, and far away the Halls of Wisdom feel the surge of something they cannot quite see.

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The Weaver Pt 6

A Nermar Tale

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 25d

Joy rises with the beating of golden wings, fear shatters the night, and grief carves its mark deeper than any wound. Yet through loss, Bri discovers love’s truest shape – the kind born not from blood, but from choice, and from the hope that endures. open.substack.com/pub/therealm...

The Weaver Pt 5

A Nermar Tale

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 26d

The title draws from language reclaimed within the trans community – “Dolls,” a term of strength, beauty, and defiance. I use it here with reverence, not ownership. My intent is not to speak over but stand beside – to witness and to name the hypocrisy harming them. open.substack.com/pub/reflecti...

Protect The Dolls

Protect The Dolls Liberation To be authenticly true To self and fuck the world It will hate you For your courage To live fully Outside their restraints Thus you scare them How is it possible Boy will ...

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 28d

“The Enemy Within” confronts the moral decay masked as righteousness in modern America. It does not speak to death as an end, but to immorality as a contagion — the rot that begins in the heart and spreads to the nation.

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The Enemy Within

The Enemy Within Is the head rising as the body rots and time drifts away to an eternity of nothing? I speak not of our mortality, but of our immorality. Crimes of lust and hate spread unchecked.

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · 29d

One moment you’re standing on solid ground — certain of who you are, what your duty is, and where north lies. Then a shift. The map burns. The compass breaks. And suddenly, the world that once felt round and navigable feels flat, empty, and without direction.

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The Sphere

The Sphere I nearly fell off the edge of the earth. For you see, the earth was flat—

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Oct 4

Every fall in Gainesville, you can feel the pulse quicken. The stadium lights, the roar of the crowd, the sea of orange and blue — it all feels sacred. For a few hours, thousands of strangers move as one, believing in the same cause. I love that about Game Day.

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Game Day

Rome In Orange And Blue

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Oct 4

This poem isn’t polite – and neither is hypocrisy.
It’s about what happens when a nation confuses cruelty for patriotism, when saving one’s own wallet matters more than feeding a child. It’s not meant to comfort. It’s meant to convict.

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Fuck The Child

Fuck The Child The authority demands authoritarianism For democracy is difficult – limiting its power And that is the real reason It hates democracy

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Oct 1

History has a way of exposing false crowns. Some men rise to power not through greatness, but through grievance, corruption, and hate. This poem is about such a man—a would-be king who, in tearing down others, dismantles liberty itself.
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The King

The King And then All the king's men Failed To put Humpty Dumpty back together For the government didn't care As the king gleefully bullied the loyal opposition

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Sep 29

This poem takes on the voice of an American Evangelical Christian—revealing not faith, but the corrosion beneath it. It is not an accusation from outside, but a confession from within, exposing the idolatry of nationalism, fear, and self-worship.
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An American Evangelical Christian

Now that only love remains – For hate is called corrective love With empathy now being a tool of Satan I can put on the full armor of God And wield the Word as my weapon

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Sep 29

Evangelicalism proclaims itself as guardian of truth, yet too often it becomes the very rot it claims to resist. What began as faith has curdled into fear, greed, and control – until its armor is ego, its weapon is hate, and its god is self.

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Evangelicalism

Evangelicalism As we walk this journey A strange odor lingering in the winds Regardless of the winds direction It twists the winds – making them destructive And this thing That lingers long past its e...

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Sep 28

These are the echoes of “If” –
not whispers, but tolling bells.
Let them ring,
and in their silence,
judge what cannot stand.

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If

If If Scripture is your weapon of choice You are abusing Scripture Scripture is a bandage to heal Your weaponization only shows You do not know Jesus

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Sep 28

We often speak of new beginnings as if they arrive fresh and unburdened, but the truth is they rarely come without the weight of memory. What we carry forward — illusions, truths, scars, and survival — shapes how each “new” moment feels.
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New Beginnings

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Sep 27

This poem is a declaration of resistance — born from the oath of a Marine and the conviction of a citizen. It confronts the corruption of false leadership, stripping away illusion and exposing tyranny for what it is.

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Here's To The Chief

Here's To The Chief Apparently I'm a terrorist For you see – I'm Antifa And from the words of Dear Leader I've been a terrorist most my natural life A terrorist because I dare challenge authority A te...

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Sep 27

We walk in the shadow of giants—the Freedom Riders, the Suffragists, the Queer activists—who stood unflinching against injustice. Their struggle gave us the freedoms we know today, and their courage must rise again in us.
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To Friends Of Old

To Friends Of Old The days of matching Have returned to America And the streets are empty While freedom is at stake

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Richard K Reedy @richardsreflection.bsky.social · Sep 27

Hatred often cloaks itself in false light – quoting Scripture while rotting the ground beneath its feet. This poem is a refusal to bow to that shade, a declaration that truth, love, and authenticity rise stronger than the chains of fear and hate.

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The Shade

The Shade I hear the songs I feel the melancholy Taste the dysphoria Touch the hopelessness And yet – I rise

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