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Just a dream: A Poem

I walked through the skyFeeling my hands above highI jumped down then flyMy heart will not lie I looked down and spiedAll the hills making a sighThe girls around me criedFeeling the wind so dry I smiled then I laughedHatred disappearing like a blastI danced and I criedIt […]

Moon

Inspired drawing by @girlwithblueroom The moon flings itself around the earth, frantic to find that one place where it feels it belongs–but it’s own excitement is its undoing, and it shoots past every time. Fists clench tight and tears build–sadness is easy, it’s familiar, but anger is hard […]

Haunted House on the Hill – Donna Matthews

She lived in a house on a hill. A long winding road required to reach the front door. Many times you will knock but no one will answer. The mistress is usually hiding and afraid to come out into the sunshine. It’s haunted this hill house. Haunted by […]

Overwhelmed

Shades of crimson red –I stretch out my hand,to be covered in blood.Hues of gold intertwine,with the branches of the vine,where grapes spill juice,that lands like dew on my face.My moist lips taste like honey,surprising me,with the many sensations,my mind has to process.My arms embrace myself,to give warmth […]

Smug Orbs – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about an irritating human trait and an extra challenge to try writing a duodora form. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Halloweeny Humans Photo: albtechrva.com ”The gaze that sees is the gaze that dominates.” Michel Foucault Smug Orbs […]

Sorrow

Illustration of me of whole day mood To me this world’s a dreary blank, All hopes in life are gone and fled, My high strung energies are sank, And all my blissfull hopes lie dead. The world once smiling to my view, Shewed scenes of endless bliss and […]

The Road

I’ve driven this road a hundred times. Know every curve of the pavement Like a lover’s body By light of the sun Or shadow of a stormy night I know this road But tonight it tastes different Maybe it’s the whiskey in my eyes But I swear I […]

Sandbags

A single drop Cohesive with the Loose oxygen Clinging to the sides Of the glass and each other Trusting the current to fatigue Believing waves will fall away Even when the watermarks on Your walls Remind you Paint and nails Only dance over the damage You still feel […]

Your Greatest Work

look how far you’ve come. how many lives have you lived before arriving in this one?   this one, it is your present you. embrace it, for more lives will surely ensue.   but this one, can be your greatest work yet. you know the most now, a […]

Letter to a teenager

Wrote a poem from the prospective of a mother When you roll your eyes Or turn a deaf ear when I call or when I’m searching all over for my stuff only to find it after an hour in your drawer or lying in your room or your […]

Grizelda & Boo (a Halloween poem)

Poetry isn’t really my thing, but for some inexplicable reason I wrote this a few years back, and I think it turned out okay. Anyway, enjoy! Grizelda & Boo This is the story of Grizelda and Boo Two naughty cats with nothing to do. Glossy and black, with […]

My NYC

My days in the city,though short lived,were experienced fully.With the thrill of Broadway, living my way,days and nights, echoes and lights.Yet I could always find the silence in the chaos.For me, it provided the best of both worlds. The heat of the summer,and the wind through my hair, […]

Bright Idea

Dancingon myaimlesshead.Stardustsprinklesswiftlyshed. Grippingrelieffrom olddread.Dustywishesquicklyspread. Whisperedsoft cluesmy mindsaid,instantknowledgemy soulread. Runningon thethinnestthread.Lightingpathwaysas stepstread. – Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy Bright Idea

The Dreams, or What You See

Odilon Redon, Orpheus Ask the moon what her whispers mean—dreamtime longing, the after-ache of shadows that slide or slink, glide, or make us thinkof what was–the ghosts of yearning seek the light. I watch, and if I can’t recalleach pink-petaled spring or purple rain, I see them all—the […]

Writer’s block

I watched my words fly awayThat wounded my heart and my wayI waited for them to return again – Jan @jahnavigouri Writer’s block

The Temple Of Poseidon – Cape Sounion, Greece

The Temple of Poseidon sits atop Cape Sounion at the southern tip of the Attica Peninsula. It is only about 40 miles (70km) south of Athens. I visited the site in October 2021 on an afternoon small-group tour from Athens. The Athenian Riviera Getting to Cape Sounion from […]

I need therapy too

I know it isn’t easy for you, I believe, I need therapy too! For the life, I sculpted myself, from love and tenderness. The terrific past I could see, from my actions and outcomes that I feel, isn’t me. I could see my outrage is something I was […]

Six Word Story #144

Blogging extricates us from real life. At least for a little while… Today’s Word: Extricate 1.To free or remove from an entanglement or difficulty More about the word. Don’t forget to leave your six word reply in the comments because I always love reading them or simply stop […]

The Baggage Handler – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by cottonbro from Pexels “We may define therapy as a search for value.” Abraham Maslow The Baggage Handler I paid her for the letting go, those harboured thoughts pushed down, now surfacing again. She listened from her somber chair to my every grief, her silent compassion a soft incise carefully […]

Will you ever learn?

Through the lens of the dog… Oh Man! You are the dumbest species I have seen. Your insensitive attitude towards your home, your planet continues to baffle me. You build vast technology driven systems, things work at the press of a button, yet you seem to have lost […]

Galloping Gossips #poetry #dVerse

Gossping, gathering teeth and lips chatteringwitchlike they whisperwhile watching, and gossiping wait for some dread new scandal,some news they can handlewhile witchlike they cackleand curse, spreading rumour and hate. It’s not just the women,the men play their hand inthis murderous gossip and gallop to town with the news: ‘Old so-and-so’s […]

In The Presence Of An Angel

Originally posted on 5thGenerationgirl:
Photo by Tobias Bju00f8rkli on Pexels.com As a single mother I often felt guilty wondering if I was neglecting my children by working so much. Looking back, I some how managed to always have the weekends off and fortunate enough to keep a schedule…

The Blind, Beautiful Faith of a Child

Originally posted on 5thGenerationgirl:
Note: The following story, along with several of my other works are featured in Our Black Mothers: Brave, Bold & Beautiful. This is a piece I’m extremely passionate about for various reasons. During my first few readings I was overwhelmed with joy by how…

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Originally posted on The happy Quitter!:
There is this little fable about a spider that starved because its web was too wide. It starved not because it wouldn’t have been able to reach the far end of its web but because it got confused by the sheer mass…

# ऊँट की सवारी #

हमारी पोस्टिंग उन दिनों शिवगंज शाखा में थी | यह एग्रीकल्चर डेवलपमेंट शाखा थी यानी हमारी शाखा  से कृषि ऋण ही ज्यादा दिए जाते थे | इसलिए कृषि ऋण तीन जिलों के किसानो को दिया हुआ था –  सिरोही, पाली  और जालोर  | मुझे इंस्पेक्शन  में काफी दूर […]

To Search for a Mirage!

Cover photo painted by my daughter, Riya “When we are able to stop we can pay attention to everything that is happening in our bodies and in our minds; this way we can begin to take care of ourselves. We already have enough conditions for our happiness. We […]

Medicinal Chemistry

Chemistry plays a very significant role in our everyday life. There is hardly any aspect of life where the chemistry does not play a role. We are indebted to chemists for most of the life saving drugs such as sulpha drugs, penicillin, and streptomycin etc-etc.Medicinal chemistry is an […]

The Narcotic Drugs and Psychotropic Substances (NDPS) Act, 1985 and what is ‘conscious possession’ of drugs?

The Narcotic Drugs and Psychotropic Substances Act, 1985, commonly referred to as the NDPS Act, is an Act of the Parliament of India that prohibits a person the production/manufacturing/cultivation, possession, sale, purchasing, transport, storage, and/or consumption of any narcotic drug or psychotropic substance. The Act extends to the […]

on this most gorgeous day…

Pixabay I climbfrom the sea, ajourney from underneath,scraping, and crawlingtoward my destiny,I mind the feelingsfrom the deep, asthey speak of love,light, and the twisted returnof all that burns mefrombeneath…as spinning becomes relatable,just like the tree topsswaying in the winds dismay,as they play togetherin the midstof all that’s lovingly […]

The Devil, the Miller and a Milestone

In Brittany, the miller enjoyed a rather ambivalent reputation. His trade brought him into regular contact with a wide range of people across the community; guaranteeing any visitor would leave the mill with all the latest news of any importance. Admired for his hard-work and often his skill […]

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Ellen Jewett

Artist Ellen Jewett refers to her sculptural work as “natural history surrealist sculpture,” a blend of plants, animals, and occasionally human-made structures or objects.Her artwork is deeply informed by an extensive background in anthropology, medical illustration, exotic animal care, and even stop-motion animation, all of which accentuate the […]

Zig, or: Zag

My 1stTina’s Zigzag Rhyme Never met Tina but heard she’s clever with the use of her tongue. I’ve heard she enjoys making puns and often annoys her lovers, who tend to feel she’s too complex and expects too much oral text. Never met Tina but heard she’s clever […]

Champagne Thoughts

“Only the unimaginative can fail to find a reason for drinking champagne.” –Oscar Wilde Drink responsibly* *Unless you’re an author, then you go get your creative juices flowing. Zappai: fill the grail A man of the clothBy the fruit of his labourProduces heaven Fact: Champagne was created by […]

Properly Pet-like

Charles Deluvio – Unsplash Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix & Sadje’s What do you see? #105 excuse me, sirbut do i look like someone who would break thingsno, i mend themi create order not make a mess and if you believe that, i’ve got a bridge in […]

Ballad of Forgotten Places

My most beautiful hiding places,places that best fit my soul’s deepest colors,are made of all that others forgot. They are solitary sites hollowed out in the grass’s caress,in a shadow of wings, in a passing song;regions whose limits swirl with the ghostly carriagesthat transport the mist in the […]

Route 66 Series: The Lincoln Home and Mary’s Ghost

It’s that time of year again! If you’ve followed this blog awhile, you’re probably familiar with my fascination with the other worldly, especially when it comes to ghosts. It’s a theme I’ve explored often with some of Gettysburg’s most famous haunts (view them by clicking here, here, and […]

Six Word Story #143

Starting a cabal to end Mondays. Anyone else want to join me? Today’s Word: Cabal 1. The contrived schemes of a group of persons secretly united in a plot also : a group engaged in such schemes 2. Club, group More about the word. Don’t forget to leave your six word […]

Derry/Londonderry – A City Tour and a TV appearance

On our second day in Derry/Londonderry our plan was to take a guided tour of the city walls.  So after an excellent full Irish breakfast at the Amore Guest House we set off in unexpected sunshine into the city. Derry/Londonderry has the distinction of being the last walled […]

Expanding

Sitting on my velvet throne,opening up to unknowns.Noticing the subtle hues,searching for another clue. Sitting on my velvet throne,entering my sacred zone.Close my eyes to see the truth,images create great views. Sitting on my velvet throne,feeling every lesson shown.Sense each heartbeat as it pumps,form dimensions, to then jump. […]

#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge

Tilini – The Himalaya, 2021 photo credit – sangeetha breeze blends into love whispering rhythmic tunescolors have fadedbut our relationship knowshow we defeated darkness *** bound by promisesand the gnarled branches of life,constant companionswaiting for the final kisslife’s winter is beckoning *** inspired from your loveI watch you, waiting for springto dance […]

Mississippi

She flowsunapologetic of her girth,does not flinchat barges scoring her surfacenor paddle boats laden with curiosity. Confident in her fluidity,she bears the secrets of life –the sludge of humanity in her belly –stirs the minds of merchants, and children,tolerates those who gather at her banks. The final word […]

Ashes Scattered

AP – Photo In India, funeral pyres burn Smoke of gloom rises from crematories and parking lots. Loved ones isolated as fires consume what mattered most. Overwhelming numbers rise along with cries of family. Ashes remain… Fires cool… Ganges carries spirits of loved ones to the sea. * […]

The Building was still Unfinished by Bogdan Dragos

Originally posted on MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill: Image Source: Snappa They will never finish the building It would stay in its skeletal form forever because the government is corrupt but then they all are so it wasn’t the grandest tragedy of the world It was a fun […]

# पुनर्जन्म की घटना # -2

सचमुच पांच साल की बच्ची शांति के द्वारा कही गयी पिछले जनम की बातें सुन कर सभी लोग हैरान थे , लेकिन सब कुछ सच लगते हुए भी विश्वास करना कठिन हो रहा था | रंग बहादुर की मुसीबतें बढती जा रही थी , क्योकि इन सब चीजों […]

Six Word Story #141

Boyfriend now needed. Scions are preferred… Just kidding 😂😜 Today’s Word: Scion 1: descendant of a notable family. 2:a young shoot or twig of a plant, especially one cut for grafting or rooting. More about the word. Don’t forget to leave your six word reply in the comments […]

Sculpture Saturday – Statue Of A Philosopher

Sticking with the series from ancient Greece, this Sculpture Saturday post introduces the Statue of a Philosopher that is displayed at the Delphi Archeological Museum at Delphi, Greece. Statue of a philosopher The statue is about life sized and is made of marble. The subject may be Plutarch […]

Past Imperfect – #362

That wicked crafting tool makes another appearance… Theresa: “Okay, I finally finished up on this homemade valentine that you insisted I make for your husband and… are you even listening to me?” Marlene: “Of course I’m listening to you, darling, I’m just not looking at you.” Theresa: “You […]

So the Normans invaded England in 1066. What happened next?

Most people who know any English history know about the Norman invasion, that moment when Anglo-Saxon (and, um,yeah, somewhat Norse) England was taken over by French-speaking colonizers, guaranteeing that Frideswide and Aelfgifu no longer top the English list of popular baby names. But what happened after the conquest […]

Little Brother

When I was ten years old, my parents announced to the four of us children that we were going to be having a baby brother or sister. Back then there were no tests to tell ahead of time. What a surprise for me (and I think for my […]

What is Life?

Sometimes life is like a city. Everything is so busy and loud and you will find yourself trying to fit in somewhere. Sometimes life is like the sea. It is calm and beautiful and it will surprise you with its every wave. Sometimes life is like the desert. […]

The Wound Is Old – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: a fallen trunk of a Jarrah tree, taken at Jarrah Loop Walks, between Bridgetown and Nannup. “Masculine and feminine roles are not biologically fixed but socially constructed.” Judith Butler The Wound Is Old The wound is old, though not completely grown over, showing its dark promise through […]

Humanity, or: Humaneness

A quadrille In the form of four Elevenies life flourishing richly throughout human lands inhabitants accustomed to peace complacency planes flying fleetly imperceptible to eagles barking dogs pulling leashes foreshadowing whistling bombs dropping silhouetted against azure people rushing towards cellars blasts ash covering earth carried by currents only […]

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