Rare, oh it's so rare
To meet somebody
Able to understand you
So deeply that
You never feel alone.
-Debora Radice
Rare, oh it's so rare
To meet somebody
Able to understand you
So deeply that
You never feel alone.
-Debora Radice
Read “return to reality…“ by for-much-deliberation on Medium ~
the dangling dregs of yesterday
making life lapse into a past that
can never return to taint this present
with head angled toward new days
new thoughts and moments moving
to the sounds that herald daytime
that puncture mind
then return to reality...
© mvclarke , for much deliberation, Dec 2022
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https://medium.com/@formuchdeliberation/return-to-reality-57ead0c21ba2
Rotund is the smile
Of the Sun bright.
I feel the light
Before my Soul flies high.
-Debora Radice
Have a nice day everybody
Let's Go
Shall we walk
together, though
the horizon bars us,
and the sun divides?
In the liquid light,
come to me,
and we will speak
of the stars we
will inhabit,
in our frenzied
meeting, when this
prison wall is
breached, forever.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
Laying on my side,
listless,
looking out the
window,
sideways.
I don’t need to warn
the trees of my change
of view. They have roots
and hold on.
Neither the birds,
traversing sideways
skies.
It’s the people. Without
roots, without wings, they
tumble sideways.
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New Poem Titled "Serpent In The Garden" (Full Poem Below in Link)
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2025/04/serpent-in-garden.html
©abpoetry2025.
The sum of my experiences?
It’s the constant new math,
reverting to counting on
chewed fingers, my
beadless abacus,
knuckles clicking in
rapid calculation, or
knotting my hair to
the thousandth place.
Consciousness before
neurons and a
new geist heist.
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"Revolution" by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
"there they were, singing and showing up despite,
and this was the moment that made me believe
in the path—not just the grand marches toward freedom,
but also the thin trails marked with courage and creativity,
small moments I can follow like bread crumbs
till this country again feels like home."
The wind sings the breeze
Of ancient places.
The best perfumes of all...
Freedom among the Roses,
Justice among the Sunflowers,
Courage among the Tulips,
Goodness among the Snowdrops.
I'll live forever
In that field of wonders.
My eternal Spring.
-Debora Radice
Spring's balm quickly fades
Summer blisters the garden
Sunflowers show some skin
Thick and radiant through Fall
#mastoprompt - blister
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/basking-in-the-glory-sharon-cummings.html
the blistering sun
threatens the purple iris
clinging to the spring
#dailyhaikuprompt - plum
#mastoprompt - blister
ART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/enchanted-irises-purple-flower-art-sharon-cummings.html
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Refusal
The voice, that tells me,
"No.
You are not...
good enough,
wanted,
capable,
loved,
interesting,
undeceived..."
and so many
other things.
It is this, only this,
that angers me,
pains me;
that makes me
turn away, from
all that is offered,
and makes me bleed,
alone.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
*"On Easter morn!*we celebrate our Savior!*Whatever people seek in Him!*they find!*In history!*there has never been another!*So holy!*sacrificial!*good!*& kind!"
—Joanna Fuchs
*~*"On Easter morn!*we celebrate our Savior!*Whatever people seek in Him!*they find!*In history!*there has never been another!*So holy!*sacrificial!*good!*& kind!"*~*
—Joanna Fuchs
*“Now when I think of Easter!*I don’t think of material things!*I use it as a reminder!*Of the joy it brings!"
—Michael A. Burke Sr.
*~*“Now when I think of Easter!*I don’t think of material things!*I use it as a reminder!*Of the joy it brings!"*~*
—Michael A. Burke Sr.
*"A child said What is the grass?*fetching it to me with full hands!*How could I answer the child?*I do not know what it is any more than he!*I guess it must be the flag of my disposition!*out of hopeful green stuff woven!*Or I guess if is the handkerchief of the Lord*A scented gift!*& remembrancer designedly dropt!*Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners?*that we
may see!*& remark!*& say Whose?"
—Walt Whitman