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  • December 28, 2017 12:32 PM PST
    in the topic Hello from Rhode Island in the forum Introduce Yourself

    Hello, my pen-name is Damiel Kameda and I've just published my first book of poems on Amazon. I have a second book in the works, but for now I'm trying to format this first one for Kindle. If anyone has any helpful hints for formatting poetry on Kindle Create I'd really appreciate the input. Thank you.

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  • Damiel Kameda
    Damiel Kameda posted a topic in the forum Introduce Yourself:
    Hello from Rhode Island
    Hello, my pen-name is Damiel Kameda and I've just published my first book of poems on Amazon. I have a second book in the works, but for now I'm trying to format this first one for Kindle. If anyone has any helpful hints for formatting poetry on Kindle...  moreHello, my pen-name is Damiel Kameda and I've just published my first book of poems on Amazon. I have a second book in the works, but for now I'm trying to format this first one for Kindle. If anyone has any helpful hints for formatting poetry on Kindle Create I'd really appreciate the input. Thank you.  
    • December 28, 2017
  • Damiel Kameda
    Damiel Kameda rusted leaves

    rusted leaves
    cover a lawn long since...  more    rusted leaves

    rusted leaves
    cover a lawn long since bare,
    watch headlights approach and pass,
    emptiness fills the air.
    overarching branches of old worn trees
    extend into the night,
    providing them shelter.
    they form a trail to the front door.
    gray bars support an awning that greets them.
    they climb each concrete step.
    the door is solid,
    not made anymore,
    difficult to open,
    a barrier from within.
    it serves the Past,
    which cannot leave.
    the furtive imagination of time lost,
    rusted leaves.  
    • December 22, 2017
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  • First Name Damiel
  • Last Name Kameda
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  • About Me In a Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway wrote
    “If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”
    My father was not broken by his service in World War II. He bravely held in the effects of it on him, like so many of the Greatest Generation. I don’t think he was a particularly brave man in the classical sense (he told me he did not want the killing of a human being to be on his conscience), but he was a very good man, a religious man, and inside, I believe, a very gentle one, so it killed him; but not physically, as in Hemingway’s view of the world.
    The war killed the remainder of my father’s life, so he did not heal at the broken places. How can one heal if part of him or her is dead?
    But at the same time, the war never left him. As a young boy, I saw this in the blank, preoccupied expression on his face while he sat in his easy chair.
    However, it was not only the war that killed him, it was his plans being almost inevitably shattered, uncannily, one by one, starting with an abusive, probably alcoholic father and Machiavellian family. It continued with his and twenty-four (24) of his fellow students at college being lied to by the United States Government, which promised them that if they enlisted, they would not be called. Well, they were called, three (3) months before graduation, and he was shipped out without basic training after a spell in G-2 (Army Intelligence).
    It continued when he returned from the war, when his college inflexibly would not readmit him because it was after the semester had begun, so he found a university that would do so. It further continued, with three (3) failed medical operations for the same low risk surgery others in his family had without a problem, scarring him when he was finishing his first year of law school, ultimately preventing him from achieving his dream of becoming an attorney. And it still continued, with family discord preventing him and his brother from using low interest loans under the GI Bill to implement plans to automate the family manufacturing business years before such a business was first automated in his community.
    My father was very strong, holding all this hurt inside, not emoting, therefore, not healing.
    He didn’t allow himself to be broken, so he could not heal. He was brave in the face of all that pain. But holding on, not letting go, has its consequences. It is stultifying.
    When you see someone hurt by so much, it cannot but hurt you, too.
    These are the only things you need to know about me to consider reading my poems, because his hurt became my hurt, and I - I’m trying to not have it, and those from my personal experiences, do to me what it did to him.
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