The King Who Comes to Weep Not with the legion’s armored tread,Nor chariot’s iron shock,He comes, where leaves and cloaks are spread,The rider on the rock. A borrowed beast, a throne of air,The shouts of “Hosanna!” ringYet in that shout, the seeds of “Crucify!”That soon the crowd will bring. For they expect a conqueror’s swordTo …
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This Little Book of Pomes is a playful second volume featuring over 200 diverse poems created between January 2021 and March 2026. With a mix of thoughtful, humorous, and absurd works, it invites readers to engage in various ways, celebrating its eclectic forms and encouraging spontaneity in reading. Available on Amazon.
“Because poetry is the art of attention, anchored in a total receptivity that judges nothing and rejects nothing, every poem is a kind of prayer, kneeling before the wild wonder of the world with faith and love.” ~ Maria Popova Happy Spring Equinox! Though I’ve never been overtly religious, I’ve long thought of poetry as …
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Thank you to all the writers who are creating books, poetry, drama, and short-stories. You are also educating, informing, and entertaining! You are not only the story-tellers of society, but you are also the conscience of the world. It is clear that our world needs writers now! Keep doing what you do, and readers will …
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They walked with borrowed thunder,Seven sons in a single line,Calling on a Name they’d only heard,thinking all would be just fine. “By Jesus whom Paul preachesCome out!” they boldly cried;But heaven’s power is never heldBy lips where faith has died. The darkness paused and answered,A voice like cracking stone:“I know Jesus. I know Paul.But who …
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So, now we know that WP is just recycling their daily prompts. Some prompts, like the more daily self reflective ones like “what making you happy today” or “who is the last person you call” — stuff like that, you can reuse easily. Some others, are not really fun to redo, so last year I …
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My mother is the lady sitting on the left, this was taken while she was expecting me. Colouring and sharpening by Copilot Ai My mother died when I was 4 days old; this poem is to mark her passing in the early 1950s.12th to 16th of February I was four days oldwhen the world shifted.A …
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Prompt: Something on your "to-do list" that never gets done. The item that sits with patient spiteUpon the list, by day and night,Is not to climb a mountain peak,Nor some profound, poetic streak.It’s simpler far, yet seems to growA dread that only I can know.It mocks me from its linen throne,A simple, solitary groan:"Change bedroom …
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Prompt: It takes 21 days to make a habit but 101 days to break it. Please note, the photo is a stock image, I don't smoke and very rarely drink strong liquor. The first day is a single thread,A thought not wholly yours, it’s said.By day seven, a slender string,A whispered tune you start to …
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