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I finally scanned the covers of my great grandma's #poetry books that she wrote. They were printed in the 90s and were sold at a hospital she was at and they raised funds for the hospice. I typed each of the #poems up and they are on my #wattpad. Now I have done the front covers (that she drew!) I think I can lie the project to rest.... That is unless I know someone in publishing who could republish them again on a grand(er) scale 🤔 https://www.wattpad.com/user/TessiaEliseKirkShaw #poem

離島にて 初夏の知らせか 暑すぎる #poem #詩 #句

Containers I run See groups born from OCI I, Kubernetes #Linux #Kubernetes #Haiku #poem

So this night I have completed #writing up the first collection (of the two) of #poems that my great grandma wrote. She wrote them in the late 90s and sold them with the profits going to a hospital that she went to. I discovered them my grandma's attic a few years ago and wanted to do something with them... And so part one of my task complete. It gives me a weird sense of pleasure and finality to present 28 poems that she had written. https://www.wattpad.com/story/358487380-simple-rhymes-by-ruby-n-ramsell #poetry #poem #poet

Originality needs no inspiration. ~ Me #quote #quotes #poetry #poem #original #unique

ON THE FLOOR OF CONGRESS a #poem

WHITE MEN
IN BUSINESS SUITS
WORTH MILLIONS
PAID FOR BY
THEIR BILLIONAIRE
MASTERS
PRAYING

who do they pray for; but for, white men in business suits, worth millions —paid for by their billionaire masters.

do not call this christianity
do not call this piety

this is EGOTHEISM

messianic narcissism
wrapped in a flag
carried not by
a jewish carpenter
on the long walk from
Gethsemane
but by creatures bourne
of hateful veneration
with faces
like mirrors

emissaries from / cuddle town - not what they seem / their blanket rattles #mastoart #art #sajanrai #haiku #poem #poetry

Evening comes, after rain, Pure air, visions in gold light, Breath lost in splendor. #haiku #micropoem #poem

#Firstpost #introduction Hello! Glad to be here, and I think this might be a great alternative to that nightmare I tripped over earlier today (edited: This was early July) Very excited to see the communities grow and shine! #writingcommunity #poem #haiku #prompt #literature #books #sexylibrarians #poety #writing

If you have any hints or helpful suggestions, I would love to hear them!

English version ! I have started a thread today I call it the infinite thread 🙄😁 I will keep expanding it Each time with new topics, how we manage to fight and blow up the system they have imposed on us For a better world for all of us, for a more human ❤️ For each theme I will also write a poem This thread will stay pinned so everyone can find the beginning of the infinite 😂😂 Thread https://mastodon.social/@si_irini/110598064489487348 #betterworld #human #humanity #love #hope #writing #poem

【Drink Blood Of Apples】 Drink Blood Of Apples © Surazeus 2023 05 28 My face has turned so white with joyful angst I disappear in marble statue core, yet leave my name, and dates of birth and death, carved into hard flesh of the universe so when I walk away from my own tomb only my voice remains as wordless wind. Though I have forgotten all I once knew I read my story in strange words I write with blood that flows with tears of hopeless love which glow as weird dramatic scenes of life on flashing television screen of truth to blind millions of people with fake news. Because my living body conjures love as screaming shadow of newspaper tales I clothe my naked mind with simple faith till I become alien to my best friends who walk shattered hillsides of scarlet trees to drink blood of apples with careless laugh. Awake in misty dimension of facts which people hide in secret treasure chests, I challenge divine doctrines of old priests who strew ancestral seeds in rancid soil so screaming warriors burst from field of dreams to dance on wooden bridge of anxiousness. With musical potency stripping lies I choose to believe unreality appearing clear around my naked soul when I rise fragile from skeleton veil to incorporate passion of weeping words poured from wild blazing wisdom of the sun. When lucid dome of Heaven forged from gold shimmers bright under green waves of innocence I sail small fishing boat of eager hope toward sacred isle that sinks in sea of eyes since I must choose the meaning of my life by writing novel no one would believe. So I dance barefoot with unfettered glee on fallen statues of rebellious kings who die alone in castles of cracked skulls since no one listens to their prophecies misconstructing strange visions of the truth which echo vacantly through eerie caves. Archaic sentiment for river towns, which I deny could poison my foul heart, disturbs that universe of fallen gods because we need no tyrants to obey, so we will vote for intelligent clowns to lead our empire from the broken throne. surazeus.blogspot.com/2023/05/… #Poem #Poetry #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Romanticism #MetaRomanticism #AmericanDream #Symbolism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #Satire #NationalPoetryMonth #GlobalPoetryMonth https://venera.social/display/85a863ed-2064-73f9-26a6-c20061827669

My poem "To a Window" for a six-line "window" poetry challenge. If you read this, thank you. Text link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/17190714-To-a-Window-by-Robert-J.-Tiess #poem #poems #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #window #ideas #perspectives #thoughts #God #prayer #faith #dreams #metaphors #readingcommunity

“Mother & Child (The Road at the Edge of the Field)” #poetry by #JorieGraham scroll #poem below — w/o original line breaks bc format — deep thx @[email protected]