Jimusic - Hello Poetry

I built a little igloo To be outside but warm In this cold cold time I made a big window of ice Near the top To watch the moon grow Let it shine on your soft, strong form On my gentle smile On you I laid a big fur rug down And one for on top Of us Top and bottom Bottom and top We'll talk of the Castle of Sand Of the rising tide But mostly not talk We'll look, see and hold on In this warm Moonlit Little Ice Castle

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Oct 21, 2025

Oct 21, 2025 at 6:15 PM UTC

Jimusic

Igloo

I built a little igloo To be outside but warm In this cold cold time I made a big window of ice Near the top To watch the moon grow Let it shine on your soft, strong form On my gentle smile On you I laid a big fur rug down And one for on top Of us Top and bottom Bottom and top We'll talk of the Castle of Sand Of the rising tide But mostly not talk We'll look, see and hold on In this warm Moonlit Little Ice Castle

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Moth flyn' crazy across the Interstate Swirling more than usual as it strives over the northbound lanes. The wild currents that the trucks and cars cause add to the prevailing winds. Only a few inches of Jersey barrier transition, Then on through the southbound currents. Magic moth, pray for us.

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Oct 21, 2025

Oct 21, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC

Jimusic

If We Had Wings

Moth flyn' crazy across the Interstate Swirling more than usual as it strives over the northbound lanes. The wild currents that the trucks and cars cause add to the prevailing winds. Only a few inches of Jersey barrier transition, Then on through the southbound currents. Magic moth, pray for us.

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Now the Golden Hour, is the Pink Hour, Or orange, then to gray to black. Greens fade to reds to oranges to brittle browns. It's east to give up, and not to: get up suit up buckle down or get down to it. Maybe it'll rain tomorrow or be cloudy all day, Or sunny with a cool breeze. There will be so many colors. I want to be in it, of it. Nonetheless, All the more.

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Sep 2, 2025

Sep 2, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC

Jimusic

Sept. 1

Now the Golden Hour, is the Pink Hour, Or orange, then to gray to black. Greens fade to reds to oranges to brittle browns. It's east to give up, and not to: get up suit up buckle down or get down to it. Maybe it'll rain tomorrow or be cloudy all day, Or sunny with a cool breeze. There will be so many colors. I want to be in it, of it. Nonetheless, All the more.

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You are the Sun and the Moon to me, The tallest tree, The stars and the sea, The highest mountain, The whitest beach, The deepest valley, The sweetest dream, The tastiest confection, The finest wine, My best friend. So hot, you burn me, so airless and frigid, I freeze, So high, you’re beyond my grasp, Too far away to ever reach, so vast and deep, I’d drown if immersed, Impossible to surmount alone, There, blinded by the glare, dehydrated by the salty air, burnt by the brutal sun, Where I’m forever in the shadows, Which will forever be unreal, Which rots my teeth and shocks my blood, Which I can’t afford, Who turned their back.

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Mar 28, 2025

Mar 28, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC

Jimusic

So High, So Hot

You are the Sun and the Moon to me, The tallest tree, The stars and the sea, The highest mountain, The whitest beach, The deepest valley, The sweetest dream, The tastiest confection, The finest wine, My best friend. So hot, you burn me, so airless and frigid, I freeze, So high, you’re beyond my grasp, Too far away to ever reach, so vast and deep, I’d drown if immersed, Impossible to surmount alone, There, blinded by the glare, dehydrated by the salty air, burnt by the brutal sun, Where I’m forever in the shadows, Which will forever be unreal, Which rots my teeth and shocks my blood, Which I can’t afford, Who turned their back.

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No Clouds, no Moon I must be lost. The yellow sky Is running scared.

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Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 6:35 PM UTC

Jimusic

Moonchild No Less

No Clouds, no Moon I must be lost. The yellow sky Is running scared.

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Some beautiful stones in the desiccated wasteland, Bloom as the recent rare rains mix with the minerals and inundate them. These Lithops’ silent “ahhh…” signify a complete slaking. A beautiful sound, unheard.

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Mar 21, 2025

Mar 21, 2025 at 9:59 AM UTC

Jimusic

~Lithop~

Some beautiful stones in the desiccated wasteland, Bloom as the recent rare rains mix with the minerals and inundate them. These Lithops’ silent “ahhh…” signify a complete slaking. A beautiful sound, unheard.

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Are you trying to **** me with a windfall limb? Help me fly a kite? Push me down a city block even if I don’t want to go that way? Will you blow my love to me? Blow them away? But thanks for making so much kindling available. I often mistake those pin oak leaves That you push across the road, Now East, now West, For skittering rodents, Cute ones, terrified of being run over, Like toads in a Spring rain. Brown brittle leaves, done growing but still running. You don’t care, you have no imagination. Yet you can remove, by mindless bluster, The common - all too common sorrow From us thoughtful human fools If we dare to face you, Spread our quiescent wings, And let go.

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Mar 18, 2025

Mar 18, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC

Jimusic

Sail

Are you trying to **** me with a windfall limb? Help me fly a kite? Push me down a city block even if I don’t want to go that way? Will you blow my love to me? Blow them away? But thanks for making so much kindling available. I often mistake those pin oak leaves That you push across the road, Now East, now West, For skittering rodents, Cute ones, terrified of being run over, Like toads in a Spring rain. Brown brittle leaves, done growing but still running. You don’t care, you have no imagination. Yet you can remove, by mindless bluster, The common - all too common sorrow From us thoughtful human fools If we dare to face you, Spread our quiescent wings, And let go.

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It was almost a Now Moon the other evening, but the crescent was rocked a bit back to south. Does it matter if almost now is a little in the past or a little in the future? I find that it doesn’t matter, except that the too-many sorrows of the decades cannot be forgotten. But they are only background – separate from now. They don’t color or influence now, except as instructions, to be followed or not, for present behavior. Although the sorrows are not now, sometimes they feel like always. The answer to the almost now question is; “Always”. That beautiful Now Moon orange crescent is “Always”.

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC

Jimusic

Almost Now

It was almost a Now Moon the other evening, but the crescent was rocked a bit back to south. Does it matter if almost now is a little in the past or a little in the future? I find that it doesn’t matter, except that the too-many sorrows of the decades cannot be forgotten. But they are only background – separate from now. They don’t color or influence now, except as instructions, to be followed or not, for present behavior. Although the sorrows are not now, sometimes they feel like always. The answer to the almost now question is; “Always”. That beautiful Now Moon orange crescent is “Always”.

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