Poets, they may come and go
While others are here to stay
And though some you’ll never know
The ones you meet…change your fate
Such were my travels when I was Deep Underground
The harder side of poetry was never the same
When I met a man from Portugal, Mr. Bond
With poetic skill and craft worthy of world fame
And for years the ideas and thoughts he conveyed
Gave me a new perspective when it comes to verse
His collection of works can delve into the soul
With a pragmatic approach to the universe
A philosopher, a free spirit, a romantic
He wrote with peace and balance more often than not
He had a love for nature, his muse, his garden
Joshua always wrote poems to ponder the thought
Poets, they may come and go
Some you meet just by luck or fate
Joshua Bond is now star bound
Destined to be among the greats
Rest in Peace
9h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 2:41 PM UTC
There is a nostalgia in her eyes
Like the memory of a million heartbeats echoing through time
A story untold through a near glassy glacial glance
Cold and warm all at once
reaching out in the night
In the vast expanse there is a sigh
It’s as if there is a secret from the universe waiting to escape
You can almost imagine it as it treks along
Leaving a trail of soft and slow breaths
Leaving stargazers in awe
It becomes kind of like...a recollection
Of lovers
friends
Maybe even strangers that crossed paths
Far away in the distance
Those that left imprints
Amidst stardust…
…oh what could’ve been
There’s a depth in that regard
Another world hidden amidst stars that shine
Amidst an array of galaxies
and constellations
Pulsing like heartbeats and palpitations
Leaving stargazers in awe
If you look up and observe long enough
You’ll be able to see the slight flicker
That tiny sparkle that makes dreamers dream dreams
Like waves that travel near and far
Filling the heart with wonder
and melancholy
Somewhere up there
In the northern celestial hemisphere
Pisces watches from the vastness of space
Filled with nostalgia
In eyes that shine
Leaving stargazers…
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
I’ve always said she’s been a voice of reason
When times got so befuddled and rough
She’s been an artistic inspiration
A lyrical sister who knows her stuff
She’s got a passion for…ars poetica
She has been supportive and perceptive
Even when others have tried her patience
She’s been up-front, honest and receptive
I remember discovering her works
Then she suggested readings and writers
It felt as if she pointed me to doors
Like an open library to outsiders
I know in her personal life she is loved
It’s in the name (for those who understand)
To me she’s become one of my mentors
I’m grateful to know her and call her a friend
May the winds continue to be kind in our poetic journeys
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:20 PM UTC
Somewhere out in the world right now
A woman is opening the door
Getting bad news as she holds her children
While somewhere in a different universe
She is welcoming her husband home
And maybe somewhere in the multiverse
He is still searching for her…
Somewhere in the world right now
A child is experiencing hunger pains
The war has taken both parents
In the meantime, in another universe
Mom and dad are safe at home
And maybe in a parallel world
Mom is in the kitchen singing songs
And dad is writing poetry under a tree…
Somewhere on earth today
Friends are in a classroom exchanging ideas
While at the same time in another universe
They’re laying on the grass in a field
Looking up at the sky dreaming dreams
But in another world, they are astronauts in space
Just passing Jupiter’s moons…
Right now, in another world
Call it heaven or paradise
Renee is holding her child with a smile
Sitting next to her wife on the sofa watching T.V.
And maybe Alex is laughing with family and friends
At a bar after another hard day of saving lives
And maybe all those we’ve lost in this world
Are somewhere across the multiverse
Living happily…
Yeah, I’d like to think that
And I think that would be pretty good
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
Rewriting Memory
if time listened to me
I’d ask it to give me more time
so that all the happy memories feel strong longer
and last longer
to the point my soul would feel sublime
if time heard my reasons
then all the melancholic days would be a blast
everything sad would then be on the upside
with great vibes
making each moment better than the last
if time and I sat down and talked
I’d be more aware of each passing second
so that young me would hear my voice
and make a better choice
for the ones that I now regard and reckon
if time would just listen to me
every memory would be captured in art
for the sad ones and the good ones
for everything I was once
I carry them written in my heart
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:08 AM UTC
Rewriting Memory
There comes a time when we cross a certain threshold
Like reaching higher ground and seeing the road behind
It’s as if the map we held had several detours
Some were needless while trying to find peace of mind
And maybe those diversions were necessary
Sometimes guidance and advice will fall on deaf ears
But we live and we learn, with bumps, bruises and burns
Recalling how we would’ve saved ourselves some tears
But that’s OK, we appreciate the lesson
We value the time and effort it takes to grow
A second draft of us becomes like a rebirth
Refining and revising when it’s time to glow
I can see the road ahead and it’s quite the climb
With a quiet mind I try not to be so callous
All for the memories that now stay behind
Now I’m still trying, striving, searching for balance
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
Rewriting Memory
Maybe the voice of reason I heard in those days
Was my own in the future traveling back in time
And maybe the memory now in the present
Are the restless trolls I once tried to keep in line
But something sounds so much clearer and different
As if the years fine-tuned the profound resonance
Everything now has more definition and meaning
In understanding the facts and hard evidence
The truth is…without a sense of purpose or drive
A moral compass can only point but not steer
And when the ship is being pulled in all directions
It’s easy to get lost even when skies are clear
The echo answers differently this time around
Call it conscience, spirit, or whatever you like
But if the ghosts come back to whisper and hang out
Just ask them to speak clearly into the mic…
The little $hits will shy away and hide in the night
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
Rewriting Memory
I’ve said it many times, over, and over again
Guilt is a needless load to carry forever
The solution comes in asking for forgiveness
Or you else can’t go on happily with new endeavors
And though it’s all in the past you never forget
Understanding that there are life lesson which never end
You must also learn why and how to forgive yourself
To heal and move forward when making amends
I used to dwell in the guilt and shame of it all
Like a well-deserved punishment for my crime
And for a long time I felt I could not grow
‘Til I let go of the self-loath that had me confined
It’s been a challenging, hard grinding winding road
One that’s taken me through tests of character and strength
And though I failed many times I got up again
Beaten up but also with triumphs at arm’s length
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 7:10 PM UTC
Rewriting Memory
Blink…I blinked slowly and the years went by
faster than anything I could have imagined
Reminiscing about those old wistful days
envisioning the now and how it happened
In dash a lot of memories come back
like a bright flash of lightning lighting the road
Every synapse and neuron quickly firing
triggering minute details hidden in code
And here in a pensive mature brain I see
the mischiefs of a young man were more than just dreams
They were vague plans unable to comprehend
that love comes in many forms like conscious streams
Later, we understand each other in time
living with the memory I won’t forget
Knowing that I became the one that got away
thankful for the love I felt and don’t regret
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC
Rewriting Memory
The mutual understanding between kindred spirits
It’s like a language spoken at a higher plane
Even in silence there’s respect and admiration
When in retrospect we know we all felt the same
Amidst reverence and passionate veneration
There’s also a devotion that consumes the soul
As if temptation tries to stain the elation
By changing direction and assuming the role
Here, at the crossroads of compulsion and control
The heart and mind fight for what’s between right and wrong
While keeping restraint there is a consternation
Like a test of character for those who are headstrong
I sit in stillness trying to achieve a balance
Contemplating times of commotion and dismay
Reflecting on the silence filled with the right words
Ready to take on anything that comes my way
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC