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[?]Simon J Ashcroft » 🌐
@SJAsh_03@mastodon.sdf.org

Dispossessed

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

Dispossessed

We are the dispossessed,
living by flame
in a world grown colder
than our hearts’ hope.

Listen, where the wind plays
across bare stones;
a tune on ancient bone
too tired to care.

Hear, the Sea’s complaints, raised
against our souls,
grown heavy, turgid with
such emptiness.

The wild heart cries its pain,
defiantly,
against our vain pretence
that we are free.

Where is our lost home, now?
Where are the fires
of hearths we lost to time,
in trade for nought?

We, the dispossessed, gave
what we should be
as if a fair exchange
for all we are.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

Alt...Dispossessed We are the dispossessed, living by flame in a world grown colder than our hearts’ hope. Listen, where the wind plays across bare stones; a tune on ancient bone too tired to care. Hear, the Sea’s complaints, raised against our souls, grown heavy, turgid with such emptiness. The wild heart cries its pain, defiantly, against our vain pretence that we are free. Where is our lost home, now? Where are the fires of hearths we lost to time, in trade for nought? We, the dispossessed, gave what we should be as if a fair exchange for all we are. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

    [?]Simon J Ashcroft » 🌐
    @SJAsh_03@mastodon.sdf.org

    Watersmeet

    © Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

    Watersmeet

Where are the eyes
that, kindly, look
upon the sea?
The writhing mass
of struggling souls;
tides of weariness,
of passion, rage
and searing grief?
Did we forget
to bear the faults
beauty displays,
mirroring
our inmost selves?
Where is the tear
of heartfelt pain,
hard borne, within
another's breast?
Have we become
the sterile judges
of each other's ways?
I have come to hate
the hostile sneer
of complacency.
The sea will not forgive,
but tides
will flood
the foolish land,
and I will weep
for all
those overthrown.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

    Alt...Watersmeet Where are the eyes that, kindly, look upon the sea? The writhing mass of struggling souls; tides of weariness, of passion, rage and searing grief? Did we forget to bear the faults beauty displays, mirroring our inmost selves? Where is the tear of heartfelt pain, hard borne, within another's breast? Have we become the sterile judges of each other's ways? I have come to hate the hostile sneer of complacency. The sea will not forgive, but tides will flood the foolish land, and I will weep for all those overthrown. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

      [?]Simon J Ashcroft » 🌐
      @SJAsh_03@mastodon.sdf.org

      Title pages and poems of my 3 volumes:
      "Remnants," "A Deeper Sky" and "Lost Trails"

      Physical copies and Kindle via Amazon:
      amazon.co.uk/stores/Simon-J-As

      Also Rakuten Kobo:
      kobo.com/gb/en/search?query=si

      "A Distant Light" - 8 poem collaboration with Yasmin Khan available as free download here:
      fie.nl.tab.digital/apps/files/

      Title page and poem of "Remnants", book of haiku / senryu by Simon J Ashcroft

Search me; find relics
of thought; emotion’s ruins,
at last, disinterred.

      Alt...Title page and poem of "Remnants", book of haiku / senryu by Simon J Ashcroft Search me; find relics of thought; emotion’s ruins, at last, disinterred.

      Title page and poem of "A Deeper Sky", book of poetry by Simon J Ashcroft

Beyond sunlight,
past the blue screen
and into the jewels
of the void,
we will be together:
an everlasting flame,
in the abyss of forever,
where time fails.

      Alt...Title page and poem of "A Deeper Sky", book of poetry by Simon J Ashcroft Beyond sunlight, past the blue screen and into the jewels of the void, we will be together: an everlasting flame, in the abyss of forever, where time fails.

      Title page and poem of "Lost Trails", book of haiku / senryu by Simon J Ashcroft

A forest without
paths; each tree, a signpost to
unknown destinies.

      Alt...Title page and poem of "Lost Trails", book of haiku / senryu by Simon J Ashcroft A forest without paths; each tree, a signpost to unknown destinies.

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        [?]OCTADE » 🌐
        @octade@soc.octade.net

        The Best Poem Ever
        by Brian Doyle

        What if, says a small child to me this afternoon,
        We made a poem without using any words at all?

        [.....]

        https://www.christiancentury.org/artsculture/poems/best-poem-ever


          [?]Levi00 » 🌐
          @Levi00@theres.life

          Does the reccomend against reading that might motivate ones self to do well in this world not writen by god?

          serious