Wishes reaffirm themselves
manifest themselves in the eternity of time
Wishes we have so many
remaining in the storm of eternity
Wishing in hope
to find liberation
To find liberation
to what I was given
so long ago
si_irini
Wishes reaffirm themselves
manifest themselves in the eternity of time
Wishes we have so many
remaining in the storm of eternity
Wishing in hope
to find liberation
To find liberation
to what I was given
so long ago
si_irini
Library Of Hearts
Divine longing to walk the hidden course
through irregular bloom of hungry shadows
urges my eyes to perceive ordered forms
blurred in abundant rhythm of desire
with undeterred gestures to manage
https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/library-of-hearts.html
© KOJI ARAKI Art Works
Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe
:)
#Adobe #Fresco #AdobeFresco #poem #original
#koji #araki #art #works #KojiArakiArtWorks
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Matrix Of Dream-Webs
When the shadow butterfly of my heart
flutters into bright planet of your eye
I forget myself and become your hope
as sweet electric current of respect
flows between our bodies in spiral rings
https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/matrix-of-dream-webs.html
Onward and upward
Layered petals stream skyward
Sense of pink sunrise
The bad element
that today rode in here
drove all our #customers away
We went to the authorities
demanding that our government
provide us a safe commerce environment
only to find much to our dismay
that they had turned far worse
than the outsiders we feared
Sheer golden wall slips
into shadows’ umbra edge —
Brush on blank canvas
On a canvas of silken twilight
the moon and stars dance
waltzing across the horizon
oblivious to the world below
Their eternal romance
glorifies the impending night
with sparkle dust
Can we do the same
and illuminate the darkness
with our own celestial glow?
The Dragon's Soul
Softly, the Dragon
breathes quiet concern, a fire
of love, for healing;
his heart’s blood, red as passion,
learning to give gentle heat.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
Poco a poco iremos subiendo al blog nuevos poemas de Alejandra Pizarnik (Argentina, 1936-1972). Hemos creado una entrada directa para que sean más accesibles.
Dejamos el enlace por si queréis añadirlo a vuestros favoritos:
https://tinyurl.com/2yk25uy4
For the daytime folks. I was up in the late hours of the night and posted a poem about #CECOT and #HumanRights and taking action in the United States. I know, most people do not see poetry as a means of action, but some of us do, very much so.
Way’Of Transnational Penal Colony
https://subspacewagon.systems/wayof-transnational-penal-colony/
God said now is the time for upheaval.
https://www.tilley.blog/now-is-not-the-time-to-attempt-to-appeal-to-reason-god-said-now-is-the-time-for-upheaval/
Life is unfair...
Swish that around
in your leaky chalice
of high expectations
and spit out
the bitterness
all over
your soon to be
extinguished dreams...
Life is unfair indeed
but once we accept
this cruel doctrine
we can proceed
to try and make the best
of this tilted situation
there was a young caveman named Ug
who stuck his plug in a jug.
said ug with a shrug
as he gave it a tug,
'Now ain't this a hell of a fug
To all you nostalgia junkies
who reside
in the snug shadows of yesterday
The old ways
were not always
the best way
In fact
they were replaced
and upgraded for reasons
you seem
to have conveniently forgotten
#PoemaDelDía Hoy estamos leyendo
"Auvers-sur-oise", de Blanca Varela (Perú, 1926-2009) https://tinyurl.com/2c6zqcyk
Poetas latinoamericanas. Antología crítica (Escuela de Estudios Literarios, univallecol , Colombia, 2009, selec. de Carmiña Navia Velasco).
It's raining today.
On the roofs
And on the streets,
On the fields
And on the trees,
The drops sing an ancient song,
Always rhythmic,
Never wrong.
-Debora Radice
I once knew a Christiane Why,
Who though tried couldn't satisfy guys.
Then a Calvin she met
Who said 'Girl, don't you fret.
You won't gag my inadequate size
So weary of your mockery
We stubborn ghosts
hopelessly tethered to the past
will continue to fade away
like wisps in the indifferent wind
Once gone from the scene
we spirits will belong to history
along with our noble ideals
so out of fashion today