Geof_Spavins - Hello Poetry

Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 03/06/2026 What quiet things engender change the way a tide begins its rise, a hush beneath the mountain’s range, a thought that flickers into skies. What kindness, offered without claim, can kindle warmth in colder souls; what whispered truth can spark a flame that steadies us and makes us whole. So let small mercies take their root in soil we barely thought could grow, for gentleness, though resolute, engenders more than we can know.

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18h ago

Jun 3, 2026 at 12:33 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Engender

Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 03/06/2026 What quiet things engender change the way a tide begins its rise, a hush beneath the mountain’s range, a thought that flickers into skies. What kindness, offered without claim, can kindle warmth in colder souls; what whispered truth can spark a flame that steadies us and makes us whole. So let small mercies take their root in soil we barely thought could grow, for gentleness, though resolute, engenders more than we can know.

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I believe because the world is too threaded with meaning to be an accident, too tuned, too luminous, too full of whispered coherence. I believe because the ache for justice is older than my bones, and the hope for mercy outlives every failure. I believe because love keeps rising from places that should be barren, and forgiveness grows where logic says it shouldn’t. I believe because Christ walked into history with dust on His feet and truth on His tongue, and the world has never been able to forget Him. I believe because the cross still stands at the crux of every story, a place where suffering meets compassion, and death meets a door that will not stay shut. I believe because when I pray, something answers, not always with words, but with presence, with peace, with the quiet turning of my heart toward home.

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1d ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

At the Crux

I believe because the world is too threaded with meaning to be an accident, too tuned, too luminous, too full of whispered coherence. I believe because the ache for justice is older than my bones, and the hope for mercy outlives every failure. I believe because love keeps rising from places that should be barren, and forgiveness grows where logic says it shouldn’t. I believe because Christ walked into history with dust on His feet and truth on His tongue, and the world has never been able to forget Him. I believe because the cross still stands at the crux of every story, a place where suffering meets compassion, and death meets a door that will not stay shut. I believe because when I pray, something answers, not always with words, but with presence, with peace, with the quiet turning of my heart toward home.

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Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 02/06/2026 At the crux of the question lies the knot in the thread, the point where all pathways converge to be read. It’s the core of the riddle, the pulse in the plot, the moment you realise what matters, and what not.

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1d ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 1:48 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Crux

Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 02/06/2026 At the crux of the question lies the knot in the thread, the point where all pathways converge to be read. It’s the core of the riddle, the pulse in the plot, the moment you realise what matters, and what not.

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We came from a world where windows wound down by the strength of your arm and maps unfolded like ancient prophecies that never folded back the same way twice We hunted phone numbers in forests of paper names stacked like sediment and dialled circles of plastic waiting for the wheel to crawl home again We rewound our stories spooling tape back into its past because kindness was measured in how you returned a film We wrote essays in ink hands aching like old engines and sent letters across oceans of waiting stamps like tiny promises that someone somewhere would write back We looked up words in books heavy as winter turning pages to find meaning instead of tapping a screen for it And in the quiet halls of libraries we walked the Dewey labyrinth numbers whispering their secret order a code you learned by heart or not at all This was the world before the world the slow world the patient world the world that asked you to try before it ever offered ease And sometimes when the signal drops or the battery dies I think we were stronger for it not better not wiser just shaped by the weight of things that took their time

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2d ago

Jun 1, 2026 at 10:33 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Before Everything Was a Button

We came from a world where windows wound down by the strength of your arm and maps unfolded like ancient prophecies that never folded back the same way twice We hunted phone numbers in forests of paper names stacked like sediment and dialled circles of plastic waiting for the wheel to crawl home again We rewound our stories spooling tape back into its past because kindness was measured in how you returned a film We wrote essays in ink hands aching like old engines and sent letters across oceans of waiting stamps like tiny promises that someone somewhere would write back We looked up words in books heavy as winter turning pages to find meaning instead of tapping a screen for it And in the quiet halls of libraries we walked the Dewey labyrinth numbers whispering their secret order a code you learned by heart or not at all This was the world before the world the slow world the patient world the world that asked you to try before it ever offered ease And sometimes when the signal drops or the battery dies I think we were stronger for it not better not wiser just shaped by the weight of things that took their time

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Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 01/06/2026 When bitter truths would press upon my tongue, I cloak their edge in sweetness deftly laid; Thus do I tame the thoughts that once had stung, And dress them fair, in gentler colours made. Yet candour, plain, unspiced, and unadorned, Though hard to swallow in its naked state, Outlasts the sugared phrases we have formed, And feeds the soul with fare that will not sate. So let me taste the draught in full estate, Not strained through honeyed filters of my fear; For strength is won when I no more abate The flavour of the truth that draws me near. Thus shall my heart grow seasoned, brave, and whole, And feast on honest fare that shapes the soul.

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2d ago

Jun 1, 2026 at 2:20 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Palatable

Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 01/06/2026 When bitter truths would press upon my tongue, I cloak their edge in sweetness deftly laid; Thus do I tame the thoughts that once had stung, And dress them fair, in gentler colours made. Yet candour, plain, unspiced, and unadorned, Though hard to swallow in its naked state, Outlasts the sugared phrases we have formed, And feeds the soul with fare that will not sate. So let me taste the draught in full estate, Not strained through honeyed filters of my fear; For strength is won when I no more abate The flavour of the truth that draws me near. Thus shall my heart grow seasoned, brave, and whole, And feast on honest fare that shapes the soul.

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Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 31/05/2026 There once was a scholar elation At each fresh permutation’s creation, For the smallest rearrange Made the whole thing feel strange, Such are forms born of mere variation.

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3d ago

May 31, 2026 at 6:23 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Permutation

Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 31/05/2026 There once was a scholar elation At each fresh permutation’s creation, For the smallest rearrange Made the whole thing feel strange, Such are forms born of mere variation.

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Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 30/05/2026 Under the surface, a shine begins to gather, Not loud, but lingering like butter on warm bread. Careful sweetness slips in, smooth as a practiced compliment. Tact becomes texture, soft, persuasive, almost too polished. Unspoken richness coats every gesture, every word. Oily charm or luscious depth — the line blurs. Until you taste the truth beneath the gloss. Sometimes it nourishes; sometimes it clings.

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3d ago

May 31, 2026 at 3:04 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Unctuous

Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 30/05/2026 Under the surface, a shine begins to gather, Not loud, but lingering like butter on warm bread. Careful sweetness slips in, smooth as a practiced compliment. Tact becomes texture, soft, persuasive, almost too polished. Unspoken richness coats every gesture, every word. Oily charm or luscious depth — the line blurs. Until you taste the truth beneath the gloss. Sometimes it nourishes; sometimes it clings.

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Aiko There is a hunger rising from a quiet place deeper than the gut. It reaches toward what warms me, trembling for what draws near. Ren Your trembling finds me. The warmth you reach for brushes the edge of my breath. I feel that same quiet pull moving through my own chest. Aiko Then you know the ache, the way it gathers slowly like dusk in the ribs. I follow its faint lantern hoping it leads me to you. Ren I know it, Aiko. That lantern glows in my hands when I think of you. I walk toward its soft shimmer trusting our paths will meet. Aiko Some nights I wonder if the light I move toward is your voice in the dark. It steadies my shaking steps even when I cannot see. Ren If you hear my voice, it is because I am near in the quiet way two longings learn to answer each other without speaking. Aiko Then let this hunger be the thread between our breaths, thin but unbroken. I hold it with open palms, hoping you feel its warmth too. Ren I feel it clearly, a thread that hums between us like a living chord. If we keep walking toward it, it will draw us both forward.

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4d ago

May 29, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Between Ourselves

Aiko There is a hunger rising from a quiet place deeper than the gut. It reaches toward what warms me, trembling for what draws near. Ren Your trembling finds me. The warmth you reach for brushes the edge of my breath. I feel that same quiet pull moving through my own chest. Aiko Then you know the ache, the way it gathers slowly like dusk in the ribs. I follow its faint lantern hoping it leads me to you. Ren I know it, Aiko. That lantern glows in my hands when I think of you. I walk toward its soft shimmer trusting our paths will meet. Aiko Some nights I wonder if the light I move toward is your voice in the dark. It steadies my shaking steps even when I cannot see. Ren If you hear my voice, it is because I am near in the quiet way two longings learn to answer each other without speaking. Aiko Then let this hunger be the thread between our breaths, thin but unbroken. I hold it with open palms, hoping you feel its warmth too. Ren I feel it clearly, a thread that hums between us like a living chord. If we keep walking toward it, it will draw us both forward.

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The sign at the gate Bryn Heulog The Artist Cottage welcomed us fel cartref, its windows opening onto hills that breathe in green and gold. The land itself spoke softly — Eryri’s hush, the tide’s slow hymn, light on the estuary stirring poems before we knew their shape. Diolch o galon for the warmth, the peace, and the view that felt like coming home.

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5d ago

May 29, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Bryn Heulog

The sign at the gate Bryn Heulog The Artist Cottage welcomed us fel cartref, its windows opening onto hills that breathe in green and gold. The land itself spoke softly — Eryri’s hush, the tide’s slow hymn, light on the estuary stirring poems before we knew their shape. Diolch o galon for the warmth, the peace, and the view that felt like coming home.

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Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 29/05/2026 We are born into cohorts long before we know the word, gathered by accident of year, of place, of the slow turning of history’s wheel. A cohort of winters, a cohort of streets walked home in rain, a cohort of songs that shaped us before we learned to shape ourselves. But there is another kind, the chosen band, the ones who walk beside you not because the census says so, but because something in your stride matched theirs. These are the cohorts that matter: the friend who kept pace when the road grew steep, the colleague who lifted the load without being asked, the companion whose silence fit your silence like two hands folded together. And still another kind, the cohort of those who stand with you in the bright press of a moment: a march, a vigil, a gathering where hearts beat in something like agreement. Cohort means we, but not the easy kind. It means the ones who stayed, the ones who returned, the ones who held the line when the line trembled. It means the people whose footsteps echo in yours long after the path has changed. It means the band you carry in memory, in gratitude, in the quiet census of the soul.

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5d ago

May 29, 2026 at 1:36 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

Cohort

Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Day 29/05/2026 We are born into cohorts long before we know the word, gathered by accident of year, of place, of the slow turning of history’s wheel. A cohort of winters, a cohort of streets walked home in rain, a cohort of songs that shaped us before we learned to shape ourselves. But there is another kind, the chosen band, the ones who walk beside you not because the census says so, but because something in your stride matched theirs. These are the cohorts that matter: the friend who kept pace when the road grew steep, the colleague who lifted the load without being asked, the companion whose silence fit your silence like two hands folded together. And still another kind, the cohort of those who stand with you in the bright press of a moment: a march, a vigil, a gathering where hearts beat in something like agreement. Cohort means we, but not the easy kind. It means the ones who stayed, the ones who returned, the ones who held the line when the line trembled. It means the people whose footsteps echo in yours long after the path has changed. It means the band you carry in memory, in gratitude, in the quiet census of the soul.

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