Product brainstorming
Sardine flavored McFlurry
Went a fish too far

#dailyhaikuprompt Sardines Flurry
#haiku #poetrycommunity #senryu
#poetry

The sunlight
On your skin
Waited
A hundred
Thousand
Years to
Touch you,
And so
Would I.

#poetry

Sail a green sea
Swing ax and chainsaw rizzing
Yuletide Evergreens

#dailyhaikuprompt Sail Evergreens
#haiku #poetrycommunity
#senryu #poetry

Sail to the edge
Destruction as #creation
Outer limit breached

#dailyhaikuprompt Sail
#haiku #vss365 #haikufeels
#poetrycommunity #poetry

According to
Quantum physics
Touch does
Not exist,
A trick of
Electromagnetic
Force.
No wonder your
Hands haunt me.

#poetry

We all carry
Darkness,
But it is
Strewn
With stars.

#poetry

vivid and cherished
recollections of you were
played out in the cloud

#dailyhaikuprompt Cloud
#haiku #senryu #poetrycommunity
#poetry #writingcommunity

Grasshopper wisdom
Refine #temptation tincture
Head in the cloud brew

#dailyhaikuprompt Grasshopper Cloud
#haiku #senryu #vss365 #haikufeels
#poetrycommunity #poetry

Come
Broken.
The light
Moves
Through you.
A broken
Cathedral
Window
Still inspires
Prayer.

#poetry

Yup! In multiple forms too -- including a reinterpretation.

It's such a classic story -- and honestly, it's a short read so worth a read .

The first time I read it was as a reinterpretation. A friend of author Michael Crichton (Jurassic Park) thought Beowulf was boring and challenged Crichton to make it exciting. Crichton wrote the book Eaters of the Dead based on the challenge and the book follows the story of Beowulf, but from the point of view of a third party. The book was later made into the movie 13th Warrior starring Antonio Banderas as that third party.

In university, I took an English course where I read Beowulf in the original language, Old English (aka Anglo-Saxon) in its original format: Verse (aka a poem). It's great!

Because Beowulf is written in Old English, it has many translations. The translation into verse by Burton Raffel is particularly good. But the best verse translation into Modern English is by Seamus Heaney the book contains the Old English version right next to the new English translation.

I've read multiple prose translations. The best prose translation of Beowulf is Donaldson's and worth a read if it's your first time reading. Beowulf was also translated into prose by J.R.R. Tolkien.

If you can't tell, I love this story and think everyone should read it at lease once.

#books #reading #beowulf #poetry

All shadow
Is proof
Of the presence
Of light.

#poetry

river bank fishing
hooked a tree across the way
overcast folly

#dailyhaikuprompt Overcast
#haiku #poetrycommunity
#poetry #senryu

Swim in the clear pond
Break Narcissus reflection
Overcast ripples
Echo the nymph spell brake fails
Then flowers grow in his place

#dailyhaikuprompt Overcast Narcissus
#haiku #haikufeels #vss365 #poetry
#poetrycommunity #senryu #tanka
#TankaThursday

The 32 Most Iconic Poems in the English Language

Plus Some Bonus Poems, Because We Love You

by Emily Temple (from the archives)

https://lithub.com/the-32-most-iconic-poems-in-the-english-language/?utm_source=Klaviyo&utm_medium=campaign&utm_id=01KYE53AMRNPPP1WN6T47JFQ87&_kx=3MZUehzXM-41qlWAMPUiuNZadX2p0SByuNf_t0eMLB0.U5D8ER

Books in Poetry at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/bookshelf/637

#books #literature #poetry

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Title: Poetry of the Supernatural Author: Various A black-and-white pen-and-ink illustration, showing two robed, ghostly or tree-spirit-like figures standing among gnarled trees in a dark forest.

How to bloom
When buried:
Never stop
Reaching for
The light.

#poetry

a smouldering spark
when stoked in time becomes a
full conflagration

#dailyhaikuprompt Smoldering Time
#haiku #poetrycommunity #poetry

we depend on our
hot smouldering time as we
coast into wee hours

#dailyhaikuprompt Smoldering Time
#haiku #haikufeels #vss365 #senryu
#poetrycommunity #poetry

Knowledge Within Bounds?

By Elizabeth Prata

boundary marker between Butterworth and Crompton, England. Wikimedia Commons CC, Attribution: Michael Ely

I am reading John Milton’s incredible book Paradise Lost. Milton’s use of language to bring the tangible to our mind, while still maintaining a balance of the ephemeral (because how can one really describe heaven, hell, Paradise, and the cosmos with certainty?) is unparalleled. You see Eden with your imagination, and ever more so, you feel it with your heart.

“Milton’s style in Paradise Lost is rich and full of splendour; it is replete with numerous deliberate devices that heighten dignity and govern imaginative and emotional response,” writes the author of this study guide.

Milton stuck with the poetic conventions of the Epic poem, so there are dialogues and soliloquies. In this scene from Book 7, Adam is in Paradise, unfallen as yet. Adam is hosting an angel from heaven, Raphael. God had sent Raphael to Adam to warn him that the fallen angel now called Satan is going to tempt Adam in an effort to corrupt him.

In this dialogue, the Archangel Raphael does warn Adam. As the discussion continued, Adam asked Raphael to relate the moments when God created the world. He was curious about life before he was created and his own creation moment.

Milton wrote the dialogue in an elegant way to warn of the dangers of unchecked intellectual curiosity. While it is good to be curious about some things, pursuing knowledge beyond the bounds of God’s limits is of no profit. Raphael warns Adam that he should pursue only the knowledge that glorifies God, and that which maintains his own happiness in his worship of God. Pursuing knowledge beyond the bounds turns wisdom into folly and the pursuer into a fool.

The angel said that while knowledge sustains the mind, he must know how to consume it in moderation. Over-indulging in trying to comprehend mysteries beyond human bounds is not good, saying- “Of knowledge within bounds; beyond abstain”.

But Knowledge is as food, and needs no less
Her Temperance over Appetite, to know
In measure what the mind may well contain,
Oppresses else with Surfeit, and soon turns
Wisdom to Folly, as Nourishment to Wind.
Paradise Lost (Book VII, lines 126-130)

Just as we must not overindulge in eating food for the stomach, we must restrain ourselves from overindulging in food for the mind as well.

In Paradise Lost, when Adam asked to learn about the creation of earth, he asked humbly and stated his purpose for wanting to know-

“not to explore the secrets ask
Of his Eternal Empire, but the more
To magnify his works, the more we know.”

Gustave Dore: “Meanwhile the Tepid Caves and fens and shores, their brood as numerous hatch”. Raphael describing creation day of birds

Pursuing knowledge to glorify God is a good pursuit. We can praise Him and worship Him properly. But like anything, it can be turned into a idol. If the person over time drifts from his purpose of learning in wanting to magnify God, into learning for its own sake, or worse, to puff up, then it is of no use.

The verse in 2 Timothy 3:7 reminds us that in the last days difficult times will come, where there will be some who are “always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth“.

King Solomon, the wisest man to ever live, warned against obtaining too much knowledge. He said in Ecclesiastes 7:16,

Do not be excessively righteous, and do not be overly wise. Why should you ruin yourself?

Here, knowledge puffed up to the point of the person either being conceited among brethren, or contending with God. Think of Job’s friends. They had massive knowledge and their doctrine was correct. However, they were so strict in their doctrine, the friends dogmatically believed suffering was always a direct consequence of sin. They aggressively applied this rule to Job’s situation, and their knowledge led to advice that became presumptuous and improperly used.

The beginning of wisdom is: Acquire wisdom; And with all your possessions, acquire understanding. (Proverbs 4:7).

People pursue knowledge, which is an accumulation of facts. But what good is a heap of facts without ability to apply it wisely? For this is wisdom.

The Lord revealed what He wanted to reveal in His word. Pursuing wisdom is a good thing, but must be done wisely and moderately, not going beyond the bounds.

Unchecked curiosity into the deeper realms beyond God’s revelation to us is unwise. Seeking to understand things beyond human capacity overwhelms the mind and turns wisdom into folly.

#haiku by new contributor, Meagan Bussert.
Meagan’s #poetry has been featured in many fine publications, worldwide. She draws inspiration from her frequent hikes and the unique weather of her home states, Oklahoma and #Indiana. IG: @bloomingtwighaiku #wildfire #summer #smoke

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Against a smoke-white background, a #haiku by new contributor, Meagan Bussert, reads, wildfire smoke the shadow of a doe nibbles my roses Meagan’s #poetry has been featured in many fine publications, worldwide. She draws inspiration from her frequent hikes and the unique weather of her home states, Oklahoma and #Indiana. IG: @bloomingtwighaiku #wildfire #summer #smoke

According to Newton’s
Law of universal
Gravitation,
When you fall down
The earth rises to
Meet you.
At your lowest point,
You move the whole
world.

#poetry

#haiga by long-time contributor Debbie Strange (X @Debbie_Strange & IG @debbiemstrange), of Winnipeg, Canada.
Debbie’s newest haiku collection Random Blue Sparks (Snapshot Press) received 3rd Place in the H.S.A. Merit Book Awards and 1st Place in the Marianne Bluger Book Awards. IG @debbiemstrange & X @Debbie_Strange. #collage #poetry #canada

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In this #haiga by long-time contributor Debbie Strange (X @Debbie_Strange & IG @debbiemstrange), of Winnipeg, Canada, a close up of dense jungle plants are depicted in collage with two inscriptions. One consists of 5 Chinese characters which conceptually translate as “An elegant selection from the deep, internal extension of Yang”. The vibrance of this verse is offset by accompanying #haiku on the concept of zen emptiness (“ku-kyo”) by Debbie, which reads (in English), ku-kyo even the bamboo is empty inside Debbie’s newest haiku collection Random Blue Sparks (Snapshot Press) received 3rd Place in the H.S.A. Merit Book Awards and 1st Place in the Marianne Bluger Book Awards. IG @debbiemstrange & X @Debbie_Strange. #collage #poetry #canada

Behold pundit sound
Chestnuts descend and then plop
Into zeitgeist muck

#dailyhaikuprompt Chestnuts
#haiku #haikufeels #vss365
#poetrycommunity #poetry

They’ll try and
Make you forget
That you are
Made of stars.
Remind them
That they are,
Too.

#poetry

On hairshirt blanket
Sitting lotus position
Twitching guru writhes

#dailyhaikuprompt Lotus Blanket
#haiku #senryu #poetrycommunity
#poetry

Sycophant #summit
Neath a blanket of stupid
Continue collapse

#dailyhaikuprompt Blanket
#haiku #senryu #vss365 #haikufeels
#poetrycommunity #poetry

Your heart is
A wild thing,
Such that
When they
Speak of ribs
They call them
A cage.

#poetry

warn of fireworks
when carrot #cadence changes
timbres will shiver

#dailyhaikuprompt Fireworks Carrot
#haiku #vss365 #haikufeels #senryu
#poetrycommunity #poetry

Let us love
All we can,
While we can.
We are here
For only one
Beautiful
Moment in
Time.

#poetry

#senryu by new contributor, Clare Marie Dennington. Clare Marie is an Australian born writer from the lush, subtropical NSW North Coast of Australia. Here she spent her free days rainforest trekking, snorkeling and fishing. As an adult, she traveled across many continents before settling for the time being in the cold North. #poetry #clouds #haiku #us

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Against a white background, this #senryu by new contributor, Clare Marie Dennington, reads, beyond the senses two clouds in my window colliding like us Clare Marie is an Australian born writer from the lush, subtropical NSW North Coast of Australia. Here she spent her free days rainforest trekking, snorkeling and fishing. As an adult, she traveled across many continents before settling for the time being in the cold North. #poetry #clouds #haiku #us

So I was looking up public domain poems about nature to maybe try setting to music, and ran across this one, and... did not realize... Emily Dickinson could be so... risqué! 😳

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A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him? Did you not
His notice instant is -

The Grass divides as with a Comb,
A spotted Shaft is seen,
And then it closes at your Feet
And opens further on -

He likes a Boggy Acre -
A Floor too cool for Corn -
But when a Boy and Barefoot
I more than once at Noon

Have passed I thought a Whip Lash
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled And was gone -

Several of Nature’s People
I know, and they know me
I feel for them a transport
Of Cordiality

But never met this Fellow
Attended or alone
Without a tighter Breathing
And Zero at the Bone.

#poetry #emilyDickinson #risque

at least... according to this analysis. But I will not be able to look at this poem any differently, now.

"Dickinson was annoyed when a friend published this poem as “The Snake”—she wanted no title, as if the poem were a riddle. Later, her family wasn’t happy about her independent stance, so they changed “Boy” to “child.” And uneasy about her slant rhymes, they changed “Noon” to “morn,” which rhymes better with “corn.” But in this famous poem’s suggestively sexual language, the flagrant words remain: “fellow,” “shaft,” “whip lash,” and then again “this Fellow,” a sort of churl. As for her “cordiality,” the heart (cor) in that word suffers near-angina at the end, “tighter breathing,” and brings on the poem’s only full rhyme, when “alone” gets audibly frozen into “Zero at the Bone.”"

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/68947/nature-poems

#poetry #poems #emilyDickinson

Even when
The moon
Is a fraction
Of herself,
She still moves
The whole sea.

#poetry

I can’t erase you
Without erasing me.
Blood divided
By itself is
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing.

#poetry

When Pee-wee Herman
Gets confused with Pinks-eee Lee
Dementia hawk struck

#dailyhaikuprompt Pinks Hawk
#haiku #poetrycommunity #poetry

The pieces
Of me that
Died with him
Are safer
For having
Done so.

#poetry

I thank the
Dizzy stars
That set us
Spinning for
Our collision
In this brief
Life.

#poetry

A heated evening
Ended with a cool morning
Candle holder crash

#dailyhaikuprompt Cool Morning Candle
#haiku #poetrycommunity #smallpoems
#senryu #poetry

holding a candle
from last night this cool morning
scour the #road with hope

#dailyhaikuprompt Cool Morning Candle
#haiku #haikufeels #vss365 #senryu
#poetrycommunity #smallpoems #poetry

#monoku by Peter Jastermsky (IG @pjastermsky ). The author of 10 books of haiku-based writing, Peter lives among the Joshua trees in So.Cal., USA. He created the popular “split sequence” form in 2017. Learn more about Peter & his writing at peterjastermsky.com. #poetry #haiku #umbrella

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Against a plain background of deepest blue, this #monoku by Peter Jastermsky (IG @pjastermsky ), reads opening the night’s tale of blue umbrellas The author of 10 books of haiku-based writing, Peter lives among the Joshua trees in So.Cal., USA. He created the popular “split sequence” form in 2017. Learn more about Peter & his writing at peterjastermsky.com. #poetry #haiku #umbrella

Let me
Be moved
By love
And rage
In equal
Measure.

#poetry

You are
Witness to
Eons.
The living
Memory
Of dead
Gods.

#poetry

#haiku / #senryu by long time contributor, Mona Bedi ( IG: @drmonabedi ). Mona is a physician/educator in #india. A past FreshOut Featured Artist, her #poetry has many times, been featured here & elsewhere & has won numerous awards. #wrinkles

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Against a plain white background, this #haiku /#senryu by long time contributor, Mona Bedi ( IG: @drmonabedi ), reads, the first wrinkle on my son’s forehead falling blossoms Mona is a physician/educator in #india. A past FreshOut Featured Artist, her #poetry has many times, been featured here & elsewhere & has won numerous awards. #wrinkles

There is a
Darkness inside
Of me so true
It must contain
The stars.

#poetry

#shahai by long time contributor, Reid Hepworth (IG: @reidhepworth ). Reid lives in a small cottage in Georgian Bay, Ontario where she spends her time listening to trees, talking to all manners of wildlife and writing short form #poetry. #haiku #photo #canada

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In this #shahai by long time contributor, Reid Hepworth @reidhepworth a black and white photo shows a marsh of tall reeds , at the edge of a body of water. The accompanying haiku reads smoke on the water an evacuee’s small suitcase Reid lives in a small cottage in Georgian Bay, Ontario where she spends her time listening to trees, talking to all manners of wildlife and writing short form #poetry. #haiku #photo #canada

eat, drink, sleep, cuddle
sometimes I wish
I was my cat

My ink drawing of this cute kitty is also available combined with this lovely haiku.

Haiku: @MarjoleinRotsteeg

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eat, drink, sleep, cuddle sometimes I wish I was my cat Sweet dreams is a minimalist black and white ink drawing by artist Karen Kaspar. A cute kitten lies sleeping on the floor. It seems to be smiling and having sweet dreams. This work, a combination of painting and haiku, is a joint project by Karen Kaspar (© art and artwork) and Marjolein Rotsteeg (© Haiku). A haiku is a traditional Japanese poetry form consisting of three lines. Here the ink drawing was supplemented with the haiku in English

We are the
Wreckage
Of a billion
Suns,
The sum of
Eternity
Burning.

#poetry

Cruelty can be
A kindness
When it
Clarifies
Choice.

#poetry

Situational
Mush mind elongates into
Elegant eggplant

#dailyhaikuprompt Eggplant Mind
#haiku #senryu #poetrycommunity
#smallpoems #poetry

#monoku by new contributor Martina Matijević,
#poetry #haiku #summer #wind

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This #monoku by new contributor Martina Matijević, reads prairie wind her voice again #poetry #haiku #summer #wind

🧐🥸😎🤓🤔🧠🤯🧠🤯💁‍♀️*How the brain shifts gears to appreciate the beauty of poetry👉

#Brain #and #Poetry

How the brain shifts gears to appreciate the beauty of poetry
https://www.psypost.org/how-the-brain-shifts-gears-to-appreciate-the-beauty-of-poetry/

The chrysanthemums
Have yet to bloom,
And so have you.

#poetry

Sometimes
Light is the
Glint of a knife.
Sometimes
To bleed is
To heal.

#poetry

End of day reward
Make lotus blossom glisten
A goodnight indeed

#dailyhaikuprompt Lotus Blossom Glisten
#haiku #senryu #poetry
#poetrycommunity #smallpoems

Lotus blossom judge
Glisten with filthy lucre
Slip shift #momentum

#dailyhaikuprompt Lotus Blossom Glisten
#haiku #vss365 #haikufeels #senryu
#poetrycommunity #smallpoems #poetry

Until death,
Defeat is
Something
Ephemeral.

#poetry

“PLEASE USE AI” — poem by Joanna Atkins-Potts

Source: hxxps://www.instagram.com/p/DZaR5o_iKNy/

#ai #Poetry #Poem

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PLEASE USE AI Please use AI when your mother dies. Ask it what grief feels like. Let it explain bereavement in twelve clear bullet points. Do not spend years finding her in the supermarket by the tomatoes she always bought, in the smell of rain on warm pavement, discovering new ways to miss her.

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Please use AI the next time you fall in love. Ask it how to know whether someone is the one. It will give you a faster answer than watching a person become familiar, learning how they take their tea, which floorboards will wake them, how their silence sounds when something is wrong.

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And please use AI for your wedding vows, your eulogies, your apologies. Why struggle for the right words when a machine can give you beautiful ones? Words untouched by shaking hands. Words that have never sat beside a hospital bed. Words that have never known the terrible privilege of having something to lose.

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Meanwhile I will be over here watching someone I love fall asleep on the sofa, the television talking to itself, rain tapping the windows, the dog twitching in her dreams, wasting my life on these small unremarkable moments that become, without asking permission, the whole thing.

A forgotten young poet gives us a rare glimpse below stairs at the 1995 Pride and Prejudice’s Netherfield Hall

by Catherine Clarke

https://theconversation.com/a-forgotten-young-poet-gives-us-a-rare-glimpse-below-stairs-at-the-1995-pride-and-prejudices-netherfield-hall-287329

More information about Mary Leapor:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Leapor

#books #poetry #literaryCriticism

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Title page, Poems Upon Several Occasions (1748) by Mary Leapor (1722-1746) The title page of "Poems Upon Several Occasions" by Mrs. Leapor (Mary Leapor) of Brackley, Northamptonshire, printed in London by J. Roberts in 1748 (MDCCXLVIII), featuring an ornamental floral engraving between the author line and imprint.

How did I
Survive?
I didn’t.
I am someone
Else.

#poetry

Sitting at the cabin reading Billy Collins and the last line of the third stanza of his poem Obituaries just pierced me through and through.

“Who has left the shape of air walking in their place.” #Poetry

They’ll try to
Burn you,
Never knowing
You are made
Of fire.

#poetry

#haiku by Adele Evershed (IG: @ad_libby )
Adele is a Welsh writer now living on America’s east coast. Adele has two #poetry collections: “Turbulence in Small Spaces” (Finishing Line Press) & “The Brink of Silence” (Bottlecap Press). Her third collection, “In the Belly of the Wail” is forthcoming from Querencia Press. She has published two novellas in flash, “Wannabe” and “Schooled” (Alien Buddha Press), and has a forthcoming novella, A History of Hand Thrown Walls, with Unsolicited Press.

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Against a plain white background, this #haiku by Adele Evershed (IG: @ad_libby ), reads, egg laying moon— a wasp’s nest forming in her womb Adele is a Welsh writer who swapped the valleys for the American East Coast. Adele has two poetry collections: “Turbulence in Small Spaces” (Finishing Line Press) and “The Brink of Silence” (Bottlecap Press). Her third collection, In the “Belly of the Wail” is upcoming with Querencia Press. She has published two novellas in flash, Wannabe and Schooled (Alien Buddha Press), and has a forthcoming novella, A History of Hand Thrown Walls, with Unsolicited Press. #poetry

Tell me
Who you
Would be
If you weren’t
Afraid.

#poetry

You’re an
Out of body
Experience.
This imperfect spirit
Swallowed by light,
And made whole.

#poetry

#collaborative work with #cherita by long-time contributor, Lafcadio (IG: @lafcadio2.0 ) and #drawing by Josiah ( IG: @completethehaiga )
#poetry #art

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On a rosy background, this #collaborative work with #cherita by long-time contributor, Lafcadio (IG: @lafcadio2.0 ) and #drawing by Josiah ( IG: @completethehaiga ) shows a hooded robe, possibly occupied by a standing, presumably human figure, arms down at its sides. The accompanying verse reads, on a lark in the garden the scent of lavender pink dawn her clothes wet with dew #poetry #art

I am ultimately
Thankful for
The nothing
You gave me.
It was a perfect
Blank canvas.

#poetry

There was
No survival.
I died every night
Only to be reborn
In the morning.

#poetry

Like the
Moon,
Let this
Darkness
Herald a new
Beginning.

#poetry

I’ll be your
Pomegranate:
Sweet, sun warmed,
Worth the mess.

#poetry

Let what
Kills you
Die
So you
May yet
Live.

#poetry

You are a
Thing of fire.
You burn any
Darkness
Given you.

#poetry

#haiku by Pegah Rahmati Nezhad (@rahmati_pegah on X). Pegah is a pioneering & award winning poet; the only Iranian poet who has published English-language senryu, monoku, tanka, & cherita internationally. #poetry #flowers #summer #iran

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Against a white background, this #haiku by Pegah Rahmati Nezhad (@rahmati_pegah on X), reads, in the garden sips of mocha roses Pegah is a pioneering & award winning poet; the only Iranian poet who has published English-language senryu, monoku, tanka, & cherita internationally. #poetry #flowers #summer #iran

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#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🤗➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤👄🤗💁🏿‍♀️*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT?!?~*MOTHER!*FIVE O’CLOCK IS STRIKING!*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT!*ALL THE BOYS ARE WAITING JUST TO TAKE ME OUT!*SOME WILL GIVE ME CANDY!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME APPLES!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME PEARS!*& OTHERS WILL GIVE ME FIFTY CENTS TO KISS ME ON THE STAIRS!🤗😂👄➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤🤗

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🤗➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤👄🤗💁🏿‍♀️*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT?!?~*MOTHER!*FIVE O’CLOCK IS STRIKING!*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT!*ALL THE BOYS ARE WAITING JUST TO TAKE ME OUT!*SOME WILL GIVE ME CANDY!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME APPLES!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME PEARS!*& OTHERS WILL GIVE ME FIFTY CENTS TO KISS ME ON THE STAIRS!🤗😂👄➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤🤗

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🤗➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤👄🤗💁🏿‍♀️*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT?!?~*MOTHER!*FIVE O’CLOCK IS STRIKING!*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT!*ALL THE BOYS ARE WAITING JUST TO TAKE ME OUT!*SOME WILL GIVE ME CANDY!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME APPLES!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME PEARS!*& OTHERS WILL GIVE ME FIFTY CENTS TO KISS ME ON THE STAIRS!🤗😂👄➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤🤗

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🤗➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤👄🤗💁🏿‍♀️*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT?!?~*MOTHER!*FIVE O’CLOCK IS STRIKING!*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT!*ALL THE BOYS ARE WAITING JUST TO TAKE ME OUT!*SOME WILL GIVE ME CANDY!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME APPLES!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME PEARS!*& OTHERS WILL GIVE ME FIFTY CENTS TO KISS ME ON THE STAIRS!🤗😂👄➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤🤗

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🤗➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤👄🤗💁🏿‍♀️*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT?!?~*MOTHER!*FIVE O’CLOCK IS STRIKING!*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT!*ALL THE BOYS ARE WAITING JUST TO TAKE ME OUT!*SOME WILL GIVE ME CANDY!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME APPLES!*& SOME WILL GIVE ME PEARS!*& OTHERS WILL GIVE ME FIFTY CENTS TO KISS ME ON THE STAIRS!🤗😂👄➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤🤗

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🌐🌏💛💁‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS!*& ON THIS PARTICULAR DAY HE TAUGHT ME THE FOLLOWING (I THINK AN OLD JUMP ROPE LYMERIC FROM HIS CHILDHOOD DAYS!)*& BECAUSE I COULDN’T FIND IT ON THE NET YOU WILL HAVE TO PUT UP WITH ME!*& MY MEMORY OF THE LYRICS!*HERE GOES!👉

➰🎶🎵🎼👩🏼‍🎤👄💁🏿‍♀️*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT?!?~*MOTHER FIVE O’CLOCK IS STRIKING!*MOTHER MAY I GO OUT!*ALL THE BOYS ARE👉

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🌐🌏💛💁‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS I WAS IN THERE ALONE PLAYFULLY PLAYING ON THE PIANO UNTIL MY FATHER CAME IN TO CHECK ON ME!(MY FATHER WAS FUN!*& WAS A POET!*& TOLD OLD YARNS!*& LYMERICS!)*& ON THIS PARTICULAR DAY HE TAUGHT ME THE FOLLOWING (I THINK AN OLD JUMP ROPE LYMERIC FROM HIS CHILDHOOD DAYS!)*& BECAUSE I COULDN’T FIND IT ON THE NET YOU WILL HAVE TO PUT UP WITH👉

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🌐🌏💛💁‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS I WAS IN THERE ALONE PLAYFULLY PLAYING ON THE PIANO UNTIL MY FATHER CAME IN TO CHECK ON ME!(MY FATHER WAS FUN!*& WAS A POET!*& TOLD OLD YARNS!*& LYMERICS!)*& ON THIS PARTICULAR DAY HE TAUGHT ME THE FOLLOWING (I THINK AN OLD JUMP ROPE LYMERIC FROM HIS CHILDHOOD DAYS!)*& BECAUSE I COULDN’T FIND IT ON THE NET YOU WILL HAVE TO PUT UP WITH👉

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🌐🌏💛💁‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS WE USE TO LIVE IN AN OLD FARM HOUSE (WHICH I BELIEVE WAS HAUNTED)*& HALF OF IT WASN’T IN USE(EVENTUALLY IT WAS MADE INTO AN APARTMENT)*& IN THE LIVING ROOM OF THE UNUSED PART OF THE HOUSE WAS A PIANO(ACTUALLY A PLAYER PIANO)*& I WAS IN THERE ALONE PLAYFULLY PLAYING ON THE PIANO UNTIL MY FATHER CAME IN TO CHECK ON ME!(MY FATHER WAS FUN!👉

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🌐🌏💛💁‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS I PERSONALLY HAVE A FOND MEMORY WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL!*& MY FATHER TAUGHT IT TO ME!*& I REMEMBER EXACTLY WHERE WE WERE WHEN HE TAUGHT IT TO ME!*WE USE TO LIVE IN AN OLD FARM HOUSE (WHICH I BELIEVE WAS HAUNTED)*& HALF OF IT WASN’T IN USE(EVENTUALLY IT WAS MADE INTO AN APARTMENT)*& IN THE LIVING ROOM OF THE UNUSED PART OF THE HOUSE WAS👉

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

🌐🌏💛💁‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS I WONDER IF ANYONE AT ALL REMEMBERS THE FOLLOWING LYMERIC SONG FOR JUMP ROPING?*I TRIED TO LOOK IT UP ON THE NET TO NO AVAIL!*HOW EVER I PERSONALLY HAVE A FOND MEMORY WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL!*& MY FATHER TAUGHT IT TO ME!*& I REMEMBER EXACTLY WHERE WE WERE WHEN HE TAUGHT IT TO ME!*WE USE TO LIVE IN AN OLD FARM HOUSE 👉

#Childhood #Fond #Memories #Father #Dad #Poetry #limericks #Song #Lyrics #Jump #roping #Olden #Days #Fun #Piano #Farm #House #Haunted

#senryu / #haiku by returning contributor Anthony Q. Rabang, of the Philippines. #poetry #children #newmoon

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Against a black background, this #senryu / #haiku by returning contributor Anthony Q. Rabang, of the Philippines, reads, new moon a crash cart’s noise in the children’s ward #poetry #children #newmoon

That which
Lives in
Memory
Is not
Dead,
And in
My head
There’s
Enough of
Your laughter
To burn a
Thousand
Summers.

#poetry

#monoku by Melissa Dennison (IG: @melissa.dennison.54) of the UK.
#poetry #bluebird #haiku #summer

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Against a white background, this #monoku by Melissa Dennison @melissa.dennison.54 of the UK, reads, a blue bird flickers falling catkins #poetry #bluebird #haiku #summer

Ive got
A wound
The depth
Of my love
In the shape
Of your words

#poetry

May the next
Time you fall
Be into place

#poetry

Looking for poems that make kids laugh and learn? Discover fun, kid-friendly limericks filled with playful rhymes, imagination, and smiles for young readers.

#Limericks #KidsBooks #Poetry

Read more: https://www.wordlelimericks.com/kid-friendly-limericks/

When they
Put me in
The crematory,
They’ll burn
You out of me,
And I will
Finally sleep.

#poetry

#haiku / #micropoem by Jennifer Gurney.
Jennifer lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her poetry is widely published. Two of her poems have won international contests & one was turned into a choral piece. Jennifer has 10 books of poetry. #breeze #colorado #poetry

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Against a plain white background, this #haiku / #micropoem by Jennifer Gurney, reads, the unexpected pleasure of a good, strong cross breeze Jennifer lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her poetry is widely published. Two of her poems have won international contests & one was turned into a choral piece. Jennifer has 10 books of poetry. #breeze #colorado #poetry

How close
Laughter
Can feel
To a scream.
How heavy
The light.

#poetry

Like the moon,
May your darkness
Be interrupted
By unbridled
Light.

#poetry

Sometimes the greatest growth happens while we wait. Discover how faith, trust, and poetry can bring hope and purpose to life's seasons of uncertainty.

#Faith #Poetry #TrustGod

Read more: https://www.jenniferfahie.com/the-meaning-is-in-the-waiting-faith-trust-poetry/

Kolaswv vpohis
Totkv vcle pumetv
Mvfvticv mucvsv'ketv

I ask the stars
To give us old fire
To make our hearts new

#poetry

#tanka by long-time contributor, Nicholas D. Klascanzky @klacsanzky of Seattle, Washington. Nicholas has several #poetry collections published and has won many awards for his #haiku and other work. #memories

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Against a black background, this #tanka by long-time contributor, Nicholas D. Klascanzky @klacsanzky of Seattle, Washington, reads, wind peeling off bark from the madrona tree . . . one day we’ll have only memories to share Nicholas has several #poetry collections published and has won many awards for his #haiku and other work. #memories

If you're around the Earl's court or Brompton areas then you might be interested in our free poetry walking tours https://roguegunners.com/index.php/walking-tours/ #Culture #Poetry #UK

The deranged
Constellations
In my veins
Rearrange the
Definition of
Fire.

#poetry

I ask for
No promises.
Always
And never
Are estranged
Lovers.

#poetry

#senryu by long-time contributor, John Hawkhead @haikuhawk of Bradford-on-Avon, UK #poetry #vacation #immigration #summer

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Against a white background, this #senryu by longtime contributor, John Hawkhead @haikuhawk of Bradford-on-Avon, UK, reads, nothing to declare a passport photograph not quite straight #poetry #vacation #immigration #summer

Be like the
Twilight:
Embracing
The coming
Dawn.

#poetry

"I have perceived non existence
The silence of eternal dark,
and the infinity.
I went beyond the time,
time poured into me
and we became
immovable.
I lost my body in the waves
Perceiving vacuum
and quiet,
Becoming like its blue abyss
And touching the oceanic secret
I am going inwards
recollecting
What I am
I am made of light
I peer intensely
The depths reveal a breath
I merge with it
And into the world emerge"

'The Depths', Natalia Molchanova

#Poetry #Bookstodon #Oceans

Another word
For undone
is “free.”

#poetry

"We’re all helpless in the current political climate. [For ordinary working people] no social system in China, Europe or the US guarantees an alternative or a way out. The old discourses aren’t working. If we want things to get better, we have to start with the kinds of small questions and daily struggles of the kind Xiao Hai raises.”

#China #Workers #Poetry
The poet of China’s factory floors | The Observer
https://observer.co.uk/culture/interviews/article/the-poet-of-chinas-factory-floors

Still radiant
Against the
Agony,
You defy
Apathy
With your
Spark.

#poetry

The cosmos
Remembers
The gold in
Your bones,
And calls it
Home.

#poetry

#haiku by long time contributor, Mona Bedi ( @drmonabedi ). Mona is a physician/educator in #india. A past FreshOut Featured Artist, her #poetry has many times, been featured here & elsewhere & has won numerous awards. #beach #seaglass

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Against a plain white background, this #haiku by long time contributor, Mona Bedi ( @drmonabedi ), reads, beachcombing the shimmering ocean trapped in seaglass Mona is a physician/educator in #india. A past FreshOut Featured Artist, her #poetry has many times, been featured here & elsewhere & has won numerous awards. #beach #seaglass

Broken hearts
Have more
Room inside
Of them.

#poetry

There are wounds
That never heal,
Become part of
The landscape of
Your being.
I will meet you there.

#poetry

#haiku / #senryu by new contributor, Clare Marie Dennington. IG: Claremariewithpoetry).
Clare is an Australian born writer from the lush and subtropical NSW North Coast of Australia. Here she spent her free days rainforest trekking, snorkeling and fishing. As an adult, she traveled across many continents before settling for the time being in the cold North. #poetry #moon #light

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Against a black background, this #haiku / #senryu by new contributor, Clare Marie Dennington, reads, moon over my cup reflections shimmer a spoon stirring light Clare Marie is an Australian born writer from the lush and subtropical NSW North Coast of Australia. Here she spent her free days rainforest trekking, snorkeling and fishing. As an adult, she traveled across many continents before settling for the time being in the cold North. #poetry #moon #light