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[?]Michelle » 🌐
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

All is
Not lost.
Even the
Smallest
Spark can
Lay the dark
To waste.

    [?]Buttered Jorts » 🌐
    @ajn142@infosec.exchange

    The markets punish company
    What consid’r eggy factory
    While heaping cash upon CEOs
    That value not the laying goose

    All apologies for the forced rhyme of pronouncing it seeyous.

      [?]Buttered Jorts » 🌐
      @ajn142@infosec.exchange

      Shareholder primacy demands
      The labors of our weary hands
      And slaughtering of all that’s fair
      So to mint a trillionaire

        ghosttie boosted

        [?]Max Leibman [He/him] » 🌐
        @maxleibman@beige.party

        I have eaten
        the text
        that was on
        the internet

        and which
        you had published
        without
        granting license

        Forgive me
        I'm an LLM
        I steal
        to make lies

          [?]Michelle » 🌐
          @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

          If you’re ever lost:
          Catch fire,
          Burn it all down.
          The way back
          To yourself
          Will be revealed
          To you.

            [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
            @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

            by returning contributor, Vaishnavi Ramaswamy of Chennai, India.
            ( Instagram: haiku_vaishnavir ).

            This #haiku by returning contributor, Vaishnavi Ramaswamy of Chennai, India, reads  hospice window — the yellow hibiscus still a bud  .  ( Instagram: haiku_vaishnavir ). #poetry #hospice #india

            Alt...This #haiku by returning contributor, Vaishnavi Ramaswamy of Chennai, India, reads hospice window — the yellow hibiscus still a bud . ( Instagram: haiku_vaishnavir ). #poetry #hospice #india

              [?]Michelle » 🌐
              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

              On this delicate life
              Bruises bloom
              Like morning glories
              Seeking the sun.

                Michelle boosted

                [?]wordsmith‽ ⁂ [he/him] » 🌐
                @wordsmith@writing.exchange

                your crowded heart teeters
                ready to burst and
                spill your people;
                is there room for more?
                always.

                  [?]Michelle » 🌐
                  @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                  There is an
                  Unyielding joy
                  Waiting for you
                  On the other side
                  Of sorrow.

                    [?]Michelle » 🌐
                    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                    We’ve got stars
                    Masquerading
                    As hearts,
                    And no tomorrow
                    Between us,
                    Only now
                    And now
                    And now.

                      [?]Michelle » 🌐
                      @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                      Leave the grave
                      For the last day.
                      Stumble blinking
                      Into blinding life.

                        [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                        @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                        by Barbara Anna Gaiardoni, presented with the author’s permission on top of artwork generated by ChatGPT-AI and FreshOut Magazine.

                        Barbara Anna Gaiardoni is an award-winning poet and pedagogist crafting Japanese-style poems. Globally published, Barbara is guided by the motto: "I can, I must, I want."
                        barbaragaiardoni.altervista.or

                        While this may look like a Haiga, it is actually a #monoku by Barbara Anna Gaiardoni, presented with the author’s permission on top of artwork generated by ChatGPT-AI and FreshOut Magazine.  The image features a slender woman in a black dress, a red sash about her waist, whirling in a tarantella dance. The accompanying verse reads,  spider bite the body of the tarantata   Barbara Anna Gaiardoni is an award-winning poet and pedagogist crafting Japanese-style poems. Globally published, Barbara is guided by the motto: "I can, I must, I want." http://barbaragaiardoni.altervista.org/blog/haikuco-2/ #poetry #pizzica #italy #AI

                        Alt...While this may look like a Haiga, it is actually a #monoku by Barbara Anna Gaiardoni, presented with the author’s permission on top of artwork generated by ChatGPT-AI and FreshOut Magazine. The image features a slender woman in a black dress, a red sash about her waist, whirling in a tarantella dance. The accompanying verse reads, spider bite the body of the tarantata Barbara Anna Gaiardoni is an award-winning poet and pedagogist crafting Japanese-style poems. Globally published, Barbara is guided by the motto: "I can, I must, I want." http://barbaragaiardoni.altervista.org/blog/haikuco-2/ #poetry #pizzica #italy #AI

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                          [?]Solar Phasing » 🌐
                          @solarphasing@mastodon.social

                          Engraving by Gustave Doré (1866) - From Victor Hugo's novel, Toilers of the Sea.

                          imgur.com/gallery/engraving-by

                          Engraving by Gustave Doré (1866) - From Victor Hugo's novel, Toilers of the Sea.

                          Alt...Engraving by Gustave Doré (1866) - From Victor Hugo's novel, Toilers of the Sea.

                          [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                          @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

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

                          Against a laundry-white background, this #senryu by Jennifer Gurney reads,   my day folds and unfolds clean sheets  Jennifer lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her #poetry is widely published, two of her poems have won international contests and one was turned into a choral piece. Jennifer has 10 books of poetry. #haiku #colorado #laundry

                          Alt...Against a laundry-white background, this #senryu by Jennifer Gurney reads, my day folds and unfolds clean sheets Jennifer lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her #poetry is widely published, two of her poems have won international contests and one was turned into a choral piece. Jennifer has 10 books of poetry. #haiku #colorado #laundry

                            [?]Jasper » 🌐
                            @jonathannnnn@mastodon.social

                            What makes a limerick truly unforgettable? Discover the perfect blend of rhythm, rhyme, humor, and surprise that turns five simple lines into poetry magic.

                            Read more: wordlelimericks.com/perfect-li

                              [?]Michelle » 🌐
                              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                              We are all
                              Unmade
                              Constellations
                              Waiting to be
                              Reignited in
                              Each other.

                                [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                                @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                                / by Dr. Randy Brooks ( @brooksbookshaiku ).
                                Randy is Professor of English, Emeritus at Millikin University in Decatur, Illinois, where he teaches courses on haiku, tanka, and Japanese poetics. He and his wife, Shirley Brooks, are publishers of Brooks Books and co-editors of Mayfly haiku magazine. His most recent publication is HAIKU DECK: A collection of playing cards.

                                Against a ICE-black, unmarked background, this #haiku / #senryu by Dr. Randy Brooks ( @brooksbookshaiku ), reads,  red tail lights all akimbo the unmarked black ICE  Randy is Professor of English, Emeritus at Millikin University in Decatur, Illinois, where he teaches courses on haiku, tanka, and Japanese poetics. He and his wife, Shirley Brooks, are publishers of Brooks Books and co-editors of Mayfly haiku magazine. His most recent publication is HAIKU DECK: A collection of playing cards. #poetry #ICE #illinois

                                Alt...Against a ICE-black, unmarked background, this #haiku / #senryu by Dr. Randy Brooks ( @brooksbookshaiku ), reads, red tail lights all akimbo the unmarked black ICE Randy is Professor of English, Emeritus at Millikin University in Decatur, Illinois, where he teaches courses on haiku, tanka, and Japanese poetics. He and his wife, Shirley Brooks, are publishers of Brooks Books and co-editors of Mayfly haiku magazine. His most recent publication is HAIKU DECK: A collection of playing cards. #poetry #ICE #illinois

                                  [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                                  @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                                  by Marilyn Ward (IG: @wardmally), of Scunthorpe, Lincolnshire, UK.

                                  Against a white background, this #haiku by Marilyn Ward (IG: @wardmally), of Scunthorpe, Lincolnshire, UK, reads,  late spring the garden shrubs trimmed with lightning bugs  #poetry #latespring #lightningbugs

                                  Alt...Against a white background, this #haiku by Marilyn Ward (IG: @wardmally), of Scunthorpe, Lincolnshire, UK, reads, late spring the garden shrubs trimmed with lightning bugs #poetry #latespring #lightningbugs

                                    [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                    Is not
                                    The soil
                                    From which
                                    The rose grows
                                    Beautiful
                                    In its own right?

                                      [?]Randal » 🌐
                                      @rm@my.talesofmy.life

                                      On iambic.social I lamented the wide use of the phrase “poetry corner” for so many sites and pages that people put up to showcase their talents. It sounds bemeaning. In conversation I replied that I had proclaimed myself king of Poetry Empire. That seemed to be a fine way of putting it so I renamed my minor blog just that:

                                      #^Poetry Empire

                                      Plain and simple, rhyme and meter

                                      #poetry

                                        [?]the-end-time.org » 🌐
                                        @the-end-time.org@the-end-time.org

                                        Kay Cude poetry: Our Fortress Prevails

                                        Poetry by Kay Cude. Used with permission.  Right click on image to open larger in new tab. Or read the text below the artwork. Artist’s statement:

                                        I keep returning to our (me!!) needing to “remember” God’s promises and provision. GOD THE I AM is the only fortress in Whom we find a righteous protector, defender and provider. He is the only place of eternal refuge from the world’s continuing tragedies and chaos. He is the stronghold Who is and Who will provide peace, wisdom, understanding, instruction and endurance.

                                        OUR FORTRESS PREVAILS

                                        FACING FEAR:
                                        IN THE MIDST OF GOD’S PROVIDENCE
                                        As waves of fear rolled nearer still, as deep its swell approached us nigh; our hearts near failed as we cried out, “O Lord, Your servants rescue now!” And crashed the waves of terror strong, our lives at risk — we knew death’s tide; yet stilled our hearts Your Glorious Word and on we clung and Truth prevailed.

                                        As deep and dark, as depth of brine, we battled ‘gainst the foe’s onslaught; its torrents fierce as bounding main, — with cruelest rage this foe can slay. Yet in Your Will, O Saviour ours, Salvation’s Light’s our mighty Ark; afloat we stay midst evil’s gale, for You prevail within its rage.

                                        Afloat we ride with knowledge sure, we look ahead with strength not ours; Endurance meets us Face-to-face, ’tis You our Strength our sure Bulwark, The fears we face — our spirit’s gain, makes strong we resolute of heart, to live God’s Will through providence — and triumph through His Will’s Intent.

                                        ~kay cude, October 1, 2017


                                        “The LORD is my Rock and my Fortress and my Deliverer, my GOD, my Rock, in whom I take refuge; my Shield and the Horn of my Salvation, my Stronghold. I call upon the LORD, WHO is worthy to be praised, and I am saved from my enemies. The cords of death encompassed me, and the torrents of ungodliness terrified me. The ropes of Sheol entangled me; the snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried to my GOD for help; HE heard my voice out of HIS TEMPLE, and my cry for help before HIM CAME INTO HIS EARS.” Psalm 18:2-6


                                        Study Resources:

                                        Desiring God: God’s Bright Design for Your Bitter Providences

                                        Mike Ratliff: Persecution is the Natural Result of Teaching or Preaching without Compromise

                                        Bible.org: Lesson 61: God’s Providential Protection (Acts 23:12-35)

                                        Phil Johnson: Providence IS Remarkable


                                        OUR FORTRESS PREVAILS
                                        Refer to Psalm 46. FEAR NOT, GOD IS OUR ETERNAL REFUGE AND STRENGTH.

                                        “We will not fear, for God hath willed His Truth to triumph through us; The body they may kill. God’s Truth abideth still, His Kingdom is FOREVER.” ~Martin Luther

                                        IT IS the grace of God through His unfathomable mercy through the power of His predetermined love that urges us to remain and stand in His will concerning providence! WHAT THEN

                                        IS IT that assails our thoughts with such unrelenting vengeance that can tempt us into overbearing fear when trials overtake us?

                                        IT IS not remembering His Word — that He is Sovereign over all circumstances and issues we will encounter during our lives, during our service to, for and through Him…

                                        Art: THE NINTH WAVE, Hovhannes Aivazovsky (1817-1900) PD, State Russian Museum, St. Petersburg. https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid-21854187

                                          [?]Daniel Johnson » 🌐
                                          @ossobuffo@deacon.social

                                          Lines composed in honor of the venerable brothers Julius the presbyter and Julian the deacon (remembered on 21 June)

                                          Two brothers, Julius and Julian,
                                          received an order from the Emperor
                                          that all throughout the empire they should go,
                                          constructing temples to the living God.
                                          When they had finished number ninety-nine,
                                          the younger Julian began to build
                                          a tomb in which his brother might be laid.
                                          But when he showed the grave to Julius,
                                          the elder brother meekly made reply:
                                          “Make ready, O my brother in the flesh;
                                          for this tomb is prepared for you, not me.
                                          Prepare yourself to face the awesome Judge
                                          before your brother, sinful Julius.”
                                          Then God appointed Julius to build
                                          a hundredth church upon an isle at sea;
                                          and, as he had foretold, his brother died
                                          before construction had been made complete.
                                          When it was finished, Julius reposed
                                          and joined his brother where the righteous dwell.

                                            [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                            @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                            Let the fractures
                                            Reflect and
                                            Refract the light.
                                            You are a prism
                                            Not a wound.

                                              [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                              Give me a heart
                                              That can bend
                                              Without breaking,
                                              And love without
                                              Taking. Amen.

                                                AmbientDread boosted

                                                [?]Kerr Avonsen (she/her) » 🌐
                                                @kerravonsen@mastodon.au

                                                Rime of frost edging
                                                Grass blades, crunch under your feet
                                                By mid-morning, gone

                                                - 20th June - Rime

                                                  [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                                                  @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                                                  by new contributor Martina Matijević

                                                  Against a pale yellow background, this #monoku by new contributor Martina Matijević reads,  lemon peel her final therapy session  #poetry #haiku #yellow #therapy

                                                  Alt...Against a pale yellow background, this #monoku by new contributor Martina Matijević reads, lemon peel her final therapy session #poetry #haiku #yellow #therapy

                                                    [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                                    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                                    You are
                                                    The laughing
                                                    Aftermath
                                                    Of cataclysm,
                                                    Precious embers
                                                    In the dark.

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