This is the poem for Sadje’s W3 Poet of the Week poetry prompt. Sadje asks that we write a poem from the heart that uses imagery – vivid language that appeals to the senses. There are no restrictions on form, meter, or length. I selected the form Rime Couee. This is a French form of … Continue reading Looking at Fall’s Reign→| A Different Perspective
This week on the W3 Poetry Prompt, Carol anne has (as Poet of the Week) challenged us to write a Blitz poem about the change from summer to autumn. I love the Blitz poem form – it is part stream of consciousness and part chess-like strategy. Anyway, I was able to fit some of the … Continue reading Looking at Changing Seasons→| A Different Perspective
My friend saintvi, has been writing poetry again. She used to be very active on Xanga but has nearly stopped posting on WP (though I did manage to get her to join in the scavenger hunts). She started sending me note cards with her poems. She was reluctant to post them online because they are … Continue reading Looking to Resist→| A Different Perspective
Today is another Blackout poem from Barbara Kingsolver’s book ‘Pigs in Heaven’ page 45. I don’t often shop at WalMart and I rarely venture into their food section. This last week I found myself smack in the middle of WallyWorld’s produce aisle. (There is a reason the internet is filled with video clips of WalMart … Continue reading Looking Invisible→| A Different Perspective
This week A.J. Wilson challenges us with the W3 poetry prompt of writing an ekphrastic poem based on one of two paintings (see below). I selected the Georgia O’Keefe Abstraction Blue. Ange’s requirements are simple: use the word blue and limit the poem to 15 lines or less. I chose to write in enclosed tercets … Continue reading Looking Empathetic→| A Different Perspective
Helpmates I’m the first to tell her what to do, though each morning she pushes my button, too. “Get out of bed,” I order her, come back to reconnoiter her. When she refuses to rise at once, I sit in the corner like a dunce and nag and nag until she’s up to shower and […]| lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Elements of Story Each myth, legend or fairytale from “once upon” to “fare thee well” shares some elements of story be they sad, uplifting, gory. Always a damsel in some distress— Rumplestiltskin’s name to guess, for straw once spun out into gold, or another story to be told. Too much sleep may be her curse, […]| lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Realistic Wedding Vows I will abide your ego if you will abide mine— If you ignore my awkward habits, I can exist with thine. I’ll overlook socks on the floor or an abandoned shoe if you promise not to mention an extra line or two you might detect in years to come, scribed onto the […]| lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Flight of Fortune Aisle seat in the third row– a next door neighbor I do not know. I put my seat belt on and then look up to her all-knowing grin. “May I tell your fortune?” is her request, (It is not made at my behest.) A pastime really not my choosing, still, with nothing […]| lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Lady in Waiting A rush of faith has roosted somewhere in her heart–– a spot where shame has luckily never had a start. But now her heart beats wildly, blood rushing to that place where passion peak…| lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
In the midst of never-ending what-ifs and might-bes, the journey is never easy— weighed down by worries umpteen. … More When Worries Worry| Void Thoughts
The latest installment of my short haiku/senryu collections titled “A Few Haiku (20)” is now available at Gobblers by Masticadores. These small collections consist of six haiku and/or senryu. Many thanks to editor Manuela Timofte for sharing this mini-collection. I hope you enjoy them. “A Few Haiku (20)”© 2021 by Michael L. Utley (#115) where once was … Continue reading “A Few Haiku (20)” published at Gobblers by Masticadores| Silent Pariah
She climbs the steps with gentle care,to where the arrows climb through stairs,Colorful worlds faraway skies,day dreams written where wonder lies. The ocean hums as waves roll near,a storm will come, it’s shadow clear.She runs inside, the thunder sighs,the house a shelter from gray skies. Fresh raindrops scatter on the glass,each bring soft whispers as... Continue Reading →| Grace of the Sun
This week for Tanka Tuesday, Colleen Chesebro asked us to create a Taiga. A tanka is a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure, or s-l-s-l-l, which consists of 5 lines written in the first-person point of vie…| The Showers of Blessings
Writing poems is a great warm-up exercise for writing.| Tim Covell
Tomorrow, August 31st, is Independence Day in my country. It was a pure coincidence with scheduling for Hotel Masticadores that Michelle chose this window to share our poems. The two pieces we wrote celebrate our country’s push for freedom and self-determination. “Our blood our toil, Our Soil” by Nigel Byng & “I Shall Return… Then […]| Helping You To Succeed
She needs no introduction, and I felt that her poem needed to be shared. Someone somewhere needed to read this. Maggie Watson at her defiant best. Please click the link below and be inspired. Do enjoy. (written August 2025) I could retrace my steps.I could return to the cocoon I emerged from.I could assume the […]| Helping You To Succeed
Her eyes were tired, heart weighed down,her boy’s sharp cries had filled the town.Her tears were heavy, spirit worn,her son’s deep struggles left her torn. Love held her close and stroked her hand,searched for a ways she’d understand.Love softly said, “I’ll bring you rest,maybe some peace, I’ll do my best.” “I’ll bring you food, a... Continue Reading → The post White Crow appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
Upon the sloping rooftop tall,where turrets guard the bricks and wall,Scatter of birds have found their seat,their chatter drifts above the street. Loud pigeons coo as sparrows shift,the rooftop hums, a feathered drift,but one lone gull, with watchful eye,looks past the tiles toward the sky. The chimney’s marked, the tiles are stained,by wings that linger,... Continue Reading → The post Wishful Cravings appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
She gazes through the misty panes,a wooden bench just brushed by rains.Gazes past thoughts that cross her mind,lands on echos both warm and kind. Tall pretty trees serve as a screen,a grassy yard, a quiet scene.Within this hush she drifts in time,back to her youth, soft raindrops chime. Lush branches dance in gentle sway,with blades... Continue Reading → The post Inner Child appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
Rises with a gentle cheer,as bright words draw him so near.Inward chant, “I am enough,”through thoughts of morning’s soft puff. Walks to where the soft streams sing,hears the robins joyful ring.Paints the dawn with skies of gold,in him warm truths a take hold. Smile, because the day is kind,peace rests within his calm mind.Assured ,... Continue Reading → The post Affirmations appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
In tall grass she stands,two young cubs at her side,eyes fixed to the left,upon each daily stride. Through sun’s glare and heat,her guard will never break,each step, each small choice,made for her children’s sake. But come evening’s glow,their claws transform to play,they stir pots and laugh,as the world drifts away. In the mirror’s frame,their smiles... Continue Reading → The post Out of the Wild appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
She lived through nights of silent cries,a loveless home, unending lies.Each wound she bore, each dream turned cold,a tale of heartache, harshly told. She wore the years like heavy chains,through bitter nights, betrayals’ pains.Fake laughter faded, hope ran thin,yet still she fought the storms within. She felt so dark, her spirit stayed,through storms that broke,... Continue Reading → The post For You appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
Exhales while on vacation,inner calm, sweet sensation.An insightful book sits near,“Free Forever”, printed clear. Pages whisper, soft, profound,of futures where peace is found,between the steel, soil, and sky,answers live where questions die. Exhibit so, strange and grand,weathered, worn, robotic hand.Rests on grass as life takes flight,butterflies in gentle light. Wandered off, with eager eyes,full of... Continue Reading → The post Unrestrained appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
They raised their voices, sharp and loud,swift storm of words, a heavy cloud.Sharp silence came, the air grew still,uneasy hearts, longing to heal. In a deep breath and a step back,they analyzed perceived attacks.Illusions fell, all truths exposed,ego soon fled, then decomposed. One reached out, a gentle hand,another sighed, began to stand.A smile returned, the... Continue Reading → The post Stitched appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
By the window, quiet and still,her cup near by, a peaceful chill.She sat with hands both soft and worn,a velvet hush, a daydream born.Two photos rest on lap with care,pleasant moments, once captured there. In one she wears a bright red coat,crossing a bridge where cold winds float.A castle looms in ancient grace,just stone and... Continue Reading → The post Glimpse of Time appeared first on Grace of the Sun.| Grace of the Sun
Far away dreams that slipped worn hands,from island shores to busy lands.The Bronx was loud, the nights were long,she worked and prayed to keep them strong. The bills piled high as time ran thin,she tucked her quiet guilt within.“No time for games,” she used to say,while Spanish words just slipped away. Her babies grew with... Continue Reading →| Grace of the Sun
I carry worries, fears and caresall through my day, and such employleaves little space to realisethat I should also carry joy. I carry weight from many years’sickness, responsibilities,yet, in the midst of all of these,know life is more than tears. The dancing of the sunlit waves,raindrops which wet the mouths of caves,such secrets as I... Continue Reading →| Experiments in Fiction
Swift as an arrow to the heart marking the start of a new adventure, cleft like a tree trunkdeft as a dartof pleasure, pain or censure. Soft as the rain at eventide,mists of the midnight …| Experiments in Fiction
This month the poetry challenge from Rebecca Cuningham is for a senryu on the topic ‘Mountain’. I was previously unaware of the definition of this Japanese poetic form. It is like a hai…| Sue's Trifles
A ‘Blitz’ poem Summer's lease Summer has its flies Flies in the ointment Flies off the handle Handle with care Handle oneself well Well and good Well has no bottom Bottom drops out Bottom line Line in the sand Line up Up with the lark Up to your neck Neck on the line Neck of… Continue reading Flies through times, or: (Seasoning)→| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
I smile at strangers every day but I live in London and they wonder what is wrong with me they glare and walk away I smile at strangers when I can— be they boy, girl, woman or man, but people wonder if I’m okay why am I smiling like that, they say‽ Smiling at strangers… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘I smile at strangers every day’ by Lesley Scoble→| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
A Sijo David ben Alexander (n.): human, Jew, skeptic, Zionist, poet father, husband, grant-writer carrying self-doubt, regret seeking connection through verse vision: unfinished, imperfect self Reena’s Xploration Challenge 396 For this week’s RXC, we are encouraged to imagine a dictionary page devoted solely to ourselves, filled with words that describe our identity, vision, and mission.… Continue reading A work in progress (n.), or: By definition→| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
Detail: Montrose Bird Sanctuary, © 2025 Michelle Kogan, watercolor Happy Poetry Friday! I tried on the Poetry Sister’s poem prompt this month to write a poem in conversation or writing back t…| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
I fear the time That I would have to let you go Since I have been your human And you, my soul dog My bed become yours My dear pillow staler My heart holder Alex| Mybookworld24
Ever thought if tomorrow never comes How would you live the rest of today What will be your farewell to the world What will be your mark or sign That you lived here for how many years Alex| Mybookworld24
The name the wind calls That you start to think it’s false Calling to your ear To bring you back here Back to your family roots Or to your truths The weight of a ton But some things can’t be undone Alex| Mybookworld24
What people think about the bully breeds Is that they will attack everything and anything So they should be kept in a cage In reality, they are lovebugs Their tail are always wagging A loyal friend who won’t leave your side (Even when you want them to) Alex| Mybookworld24
I will write a song without words Because I want to hear yours The kind of crowds and tours And I’m willing For the holes that need filling In the calm and the thrilling Alex| Mybookworld24
When I asked why Boys can’t play Barbies dolls And girls can’t play with cars Teachers looked at me Like I said, a bad word To young me A toy is just a toy No other meaning behind it Alex| Mybookworld24
The colours you see in the sea Are bright and free From the creatures Who calls it home When the sun rays Hit the water The magic is uncovered Looking at the deep surface Where they come out to play alex| Mybookworld24
A book you can’t put down Since you want to know What’s the next and the next Page has to say The why and how The story will go Until the final words That is the end Alex| Mybookworld24
Image is from Pexels When I was a teen I used to dream For a friend for the outside world Since people would visit me At my home or online But on the street or at school They turn their face As if …| Mybookworld24
what does it mean to live a life?wash teeth. organize. set water to the plants. mimic this order for-ever and ever.make the walls sing, this i know, and dance while you cook,tossing salt over your left shoulder as you gohave patience, rise gratefully, and stir slowly—the cosmos are listeningdo laundry as stars fold into the […]| The Used Life
Dear Community, Recently, my friend Liz Pino Sparks and I slid into our DMs to share some of our local joys and goings on, and also to lament the world horrors we all have been witnessing. We wanted, so badly … Continue reading →| C.S.E. Cooney
Nonfiction and poetry probably aren’t the two words that you would put together for a book list, but you might be surprised by the number of nonfiction poetry collections that exist! And honestly, it’s a really fun way to share facts in a format that is both surprising and accessible for kids! Whether you’re checking out some tree haikus or concrete poems about landforms, this is a list that shouldn’t be missed. I’m always looking for ways to share nonfiction in an exciting way. And...| Literacious
It’s results time for Creative Perspective Challenge Eight. Here’s who participated, and if you haven’t read them, don’t miss out: Yvette Callerio: LINK Jan Sikes: LINK Here’s my entry: FOUND Henry spent twenty years searching for this spot. Today, he’ll ascend the wooden stairs where the legend led him. The others judged him mad, but … Continue reading "#CreativePerspectiveChallenge Eight Results #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #flashfiction"| Author D.L. Finn
I act like a train should be sleep and sleep should be easy but sleep is only on the far side of this conundrum, producing a world in which snowplows scoop up our lamplit remains after and push us into piles. I felt like asking you, do you own all the planets? Or are you … Continue reading Blue Persons by Emily Wittenhagen| Okay Donkey
“A reflective poem capturing the beauty of life, hope, and wonder. Through the imagery of a circle, the ocean, and the cosmos, it invites readers to see joy, clarity, and inspiration in everyday moments.” # Reflections on Life # What... Read More ›| Retiredकलम
U bë kohë pa shkruar. Qëllimisht kam refuzuar Çdo valë frymëzimi. Kam heshtur, u jam fshehur Fletëve, stilolapsave, Tastierave dhe gjithçkaje Ku mund të shkruhet. S’kam dashur të zhytem Në ndjenja që s’dua t’i dua. Unë jam shumë e vogël Për ta përballuar këtë dallgë, Veshur në pikla kripe, Që përpin Tiranën E jo më […]| VOICES
It’s been a while since I wrote. Deliberately I have refused Every wave of inspiration. I’ve been silent, hiding From papers, pens, Keyboards and everything, Where one can write on. I never wanted to dive Into feelings I didn’t want to want. I am far too small To withstand this wave, Dressed in beads of […]| VOICES
Daily grindHurts my mindAre we livingOr just surviving?Busy like the beesIt's all anyone seesAre we livingOr just surviving?Weekends pass us byAs we let out a heavy sighTell me, are we livingOr just surviving?How are we supposed to balance it all?I didn't sign up for this, I don't recallSo are we livingOr just surviving?Have to work […]| Maria Michaela Poetry
I wrote this back in 2012 and it is one of my favourites. Back then, I worked at a call center and I was usually awake at night. On my day off I’d walk our dog, Bogart II, during the early hours. I’d sometimes go out at 3AM or 4AM to walk him. Back then, […]| Maria Michaela Poetry
The music plays and like a time machineI go back in timeThe memories come flooding backSome bad, some good, some goldenThe moment lingersUntil the song endsAnd then I'm back in the nowRemembering the glimpse of the past© Maria Michaela Got hit by nostalgia when the song 100 Years by Five For Fighting came up. This […]| Maria Michaela Poetry
I am conducting training at work for the entire week this week. This was “thrusted” upon me but I am not complaining. It’s just new territory. It’s different to be on the other side. I got so tired yesterday that I fell asleep early. I ate my dinner at around 5PM and I was lights […]| Maria Michaela Poetry
Gerry and Sue’s #Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Circumspection She often leaned towards circumspection, this he knewSo he took things slowFor his love was trueHe knew it would later show© Maria Michaela| Maria Michaela Poetry
Hello beautiful folks of the WP Blogosphere! Another installment for my poem series is available over at Hotel by Masticadores. Please click the link below to read the full poem. Once all the poems have been published over at HM, I will post it here in my blog too. Happy reading! Suddenly, I feel time […]| Maria Michaela Poetry
For Sadje’s What do you see # 300 Image Credit; Hirz Maulana @ Unsplash A beautiful 3D conceptual artwork depicting a weathered robotic hand lying on a patch of grass, gently hosting two deli…| Maria Michaela Poetry
by Lauren Scott Dear Family and Friends, Today is the day! I’m excited in a bittersweet way to announce the release of my poetry collection, King Copper – a tribute to my family’s friendly, lovable chocolate lab mix who crossed over the rainbow bridge on March 3rd. I had already written several fun and happy poems about Copper… Leer más King Copper: Our dog’s life in poetry| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Bogdan Dragoș she vomited and cameout of thebathroom withcolorful spit onher chinand in her hair lied down in bed «Better on your side,» I said,«not your back.» And she said, «Does it ever grip you?» «What? Hangover?» «No. The longing to… to justreturn home.Home where you grew up. Wherethe world was introduced to you.» «No.»… Leer más Had it been that way| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Petru Racolța I gathered all my memoriesI lined them up between coversHoping they will remain for centuriesFor the one who seeks them I gathered all my thoughtsWhat I believed defined meIn concise phrases and versesSo they don’t get lost in the abyss of oblivion I shared all my hopesIn articles from the virtual worldAnd sent… Leer más Transfer| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Rana Can’t catch the stars but tell me anything can I doFetch pleasure from someplace to cheer you upOr make you smile all day long forever and ever Can’t move mountains but can love you uprightlyTo make you feel like a true queen your highnessI am adorned with your love though I am not clever… Leer más Now or Never| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Daniela Topîrcean You are the answerto the questionsof my heartyou are the lightrisen among the stars… You are the presenceI alwaysfeltin the soulyou are a ray of lightsublime sunrise… I hug in your lightand loveunextinguished,you heal my wingand lift me upin the world of boundlesslight… you are my kissin the chilled night,a gate tothe blessed… Leer más You are| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Abel Abilheira Me As far as my core is concernedI walk next to a huge bedCovered in velvet-like blanket Its touch, its availability Awakens an urgency of encounters We crave for Once abandoned star forces We feel unique in this thirstCompass to navigate our own seasUntil the satiety that will sway sleep In the softest… Leer más Velvet| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Tea Solon red-crowned cranesmate for life they woo their partnerwith dance even if they have been togetherfor so long. at winter there in the icelessflowing river of hokkaido we witness the graceof these endangered birds the longevity of their lovethe fidelity they danced on. we fly gracefullytogether since and almost two decades now.two red-crowned cranes… Leer más Let us be red-crowned cranes, you and i| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Bogdan Dragoș we weren’t speeding oranything there was fourof us in the car rainy night and we almost bumped intohim at the intersection a raggedybloody messhe was «The hell happened thistime?» we askedbut we knew it had to beanother street brawl He was known aroundtown for those for always startingshit andthen losing horribly There’s no… Leer más Too good at picking opponents| Gobblers by Masticadores
by Anca Horga When fog settles over my thoughts,I close my eyes and breathe in the beating of my heartI’m heading for familiar lands,Where springs murmur over green fields;I watch as rivers f…| Gobblers by Masticadores
We are well into August. There have been dire warnings about ticks but someone has dropped the ball in warning the population about ants. We have never had ants in the house until now. At the other house the neighbors had cedar plank siding and for many years were less than timely in doing maintenance. … Continue reading Looking at Sugar Ants→| A Different Perspective
This week Violet Lentz is the Poet of the week for the W3 poetry prompt. She has challenged us to select a word from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. This word will be the title and either the word or the definition reflected in the poem. The word is linked on our post with the … Continue reading Looking Scabulous→| A Different Perspective
Another Blackout Poem from Barbara Kingsolver’s book Pigs in Heaven page 53. So it is hot outside and although I try not to show any skin to reduce my skin cancer risk due to sunburn, I’m in the minority. I’m thinking I need to stop going to the grocery store. Every time, I get stabbed … Continue reading Looking at Objects→| A Different Perspective
This week on the W3 Poetry Prompt, D. Avery has given us a challenge of writing a Ghazal. This ancient Arabic form is deceptively easy. The unlimited number of couplets have 10 to 16 syllables per …| A Different Perspective
A poem by a prostitution survivor about the impact of selling sex and the struggle to reclaim her body as her own. Read More The post My Surviving Body appeared first on Nordic Model Now!.| Nordic Model Now!
mocha moon magic, scalloped petal protector share your ridge-filled hope… © 2025 Michelle Kogan, draft Happy Poetry Friday! My mocha moon flowers were begging to be shared, I told them I was a bit swamped but they wouldn’t let up… … Continue reading →| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
Happy Poetry Friday! nature’s perfections…monarch’s, her caterpillar’swhy won’t we help? © 2025 Michelle Kogan, draft Hope you are all taking in some nature, wherever you may be… This week I heard they were going to cut 350 Parks here in … Continue reading →| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
Happy Poetry Friday & Happy August! IN AUGUST All natureUnder skyGregariously blooms andUndresses before yourSenses creatingTitillating sensations… © Michelle Kogan, draft As the bones of the world feel like they are being picked apart, especially here in the US, I … Continue reading →| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
Happy Poetry Friday! I’m happy to spread some LOVE around for the July Poem Prompt from the Poetry Sisters, which involved writing a Sedoka poem. Here are a Sedoka’s nuts and bolts:– 2 three line stanzas–5 syllables in the first … Continue reading →| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
Happy Poetry Friday! Dear Wise Old Pond, Do you knowworld’s worries? Do they wash underwakes and waves? Are they churning, stirring up roots,and earth’s inner core? How can we moveall humanityto focus on you and earth? How can we impressthe imminent … Continue reading →| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
Happy Poetry Friday With this recent USA bill passed, us patriot’s need to support our country and oust out those that are hemorrhaging the heart of our country, DEMOCRACY. I was at the last March and will continue going to … Continue reading →| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
Here’s my sentiment for this week’s Poetry Friday. RAMPANT UNREST OUST TRUMP NOW! NO KINGS WE VOW! Constitutional Democracy Rules! NO Hypocrisy/Autocracy Silencing & Denying The Peo…| Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing
Hey, folks. The ninth installment of my tanka series titled “A Tanka Trio (9)” is now live at Gobblers by Masticadores. Each of these installments contains three tanka (be sure to click this link or the link below to read all of them). I grateful to editor Manuela Timofte for sharing this installment with her readers. Thank you kindly, Manuela. … Continue reading “A Tanka Trio (9)” published at Gobblers by Masticadores| Silent Pariah
O my children, take heed and be patient, my loves, for that age will be Peerless, trust;be sure that day will never fail, my loves, for that dawn will be Peerless, wait.No dark will flood the…| the Book of Pain
A Sijo power casts its shadow cool shelter for those in its favor; yet in that same dark chill cruelty itself takes form and moves; me? I’m most gentle, most human when I keep my shadow short dR…| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
Click here on 8/21 for Zoom Link Alisa Alering is the author of the novel “Smothermoss,” (Tin House, 2024) a Shirley Jackson Award finalist that the New York Times Book Review calls …| Storyknife Writers Retreat
My tiny poem ‘the silences’ has just been published over on Whispers & Echoes. Here’s the link, in case you are interested: https://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2025/08/11/the-silences-britta-benson/ Thanks for stopping by!| Odds & Ends – Poetry Blog
Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com I haven’t posted in quite some time – mostly for the fact that I’ve started writing a novel. I’m still writing poetry, though. Here&#…| Odds & Ends - Poetry Blog
Has the cross absolved us?There is, after all, no condemnation.Has giving zakat lifted us beyond reproach?Is there no Salt Satyagraha to raise the conscience of the world?In our silence,In our adulterated prayers,In turning a blind eye.In our pretense of neutrality to safeguard “what’s mine”We have green lit abominationsConsoling our conscienceWith hymns and prayersSaying, Thy will […]| Helping You To Succeed
Good morning my WP friends and family. I trust that everyone had a beautiful week, and they’re enjoying what’s left of their weekend. I am pleased to announce that my short poem – LIES- is now live on Hotel Masticadores. if you’re interested in reading the piece, you may click the link below. Feel free […]| Helping You To Succeed
I’m delighted to inform you guys, that “Heart Ablaze” is now live on Hotel by Masticadores.My warmest thanks to Michelle Navajas, editor at Hotel by Masticadores, for publishing our poem.Bianca always brings out the best in me with her impromptu requests. She is such a passionate and talented poet.I am grateful every time she considers […]| Helping You To Succeed
Good morning, my friends and fellow creatives. I haven’t been around as much as I would like. It’s been a rough and rugged run in 2025 so far, and it’s August already. But there is no rest for the wicked. I just gotta lace up my boots and keep walking. Send in the Praetorian, the […]| Helping You To Succeed
This is beautiful from Ms. Violet Lentz. wounds pressed into sand don’t askto be forgiven-yet surf remembers nothing to the shipwrecked heartsalt still stings- as seas care nothow long sorrow stays…| Helping You To Succeed
The mathematician John Venn was born on this day in 1834. To commemorate the occasion, here’s a poem in the form of a Venn diagram.| Brian Bilston
Retreat (fighting fragility) Muay Thai. Kickboxing. Jujitsu. All new. My partner is a hammer, I am the nail. Heat is a teacher. I—the melting pupil. Breath screaming, shirt soaked to skin. Who says yes to this? Then, I move him. Takedown. A violent reversal. A hard bed never so soft. A simple fan, better than […] The post Retreat appeared first on Peter McGraw.| Peter McGraw
The Double Act (jab / cross) one-two. skip the fancy shit. clean. tight. true. in the ring— not to fight but to vanish. hit the bag? no. hit the voice: the planner, the pleaser, the worrier masquerading as warrior. the desire: feet that whisper. jab, a matchstrike. hips that coil. cross, a flamethrower. shoulder that […]| Peter McGraw
Image is from Pexels At the tip of your tongue But no matter how much Your mind is thinking To let the words out It feels like the universe Has something to say And finds a need for you To listen …| Mybookworld24
I must take umbrage over those words that you have shared with all the world. My deepest secrets, revealed, I thought, to you alone–– lie here, their magic lost, trapped in tabloids––worthless exce…| lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Sometimes my thoughts arescatteredand I have togo and gather them—I have touse my feet and walk I have toleave my seat and clock andsomewhere in the greatoutdoorsin open skiesand grassy floorsI fin…| sethlewis.ie
by Gina Maria Manchego The AD and the HD ain’t friends of mindScroll forget Scroll sip Brain exploding like fireworks in a radioactive skyCan’t find the focusCan’t find the timeNot when I’m hungry…| Gobblers by Masticadores
bring me lord a herd of teeth big as buffalo to wrap around this apple. i ask so little, really—eight hours for sleep, eight hours outside, eight hours for what i will. what i will is water, mostly hot, to sit in til i’m decent. what i won’t is die working. i won’t shut up … Continue reading feelings come & go but teeth are forever by Kristin Lueke| Okay Donkey
This is another chimeric form (quatern/chain rhyme) that I liked so much I wanted to try it again! Doing the poetry form mash-ups is sort of addicting! Love’s warmth and grace I’ll not obtain Your hands are colder than your heart All kindness from my life is slain I obey you with trembling fear You … Continue reading Looking at Pain→| A Different Perspective
Dennis Johnstone as Poet of the Week for the W3 Poetry Prompt has asked us to write to a photo using a standard form (NOT free verse) of 20 lines or less and to include the word “donsy”…| A Different Perspective
