christian-l-bixler - Hello Poetry

To wait for the metro is boring, tedious and cold. It feels meaningless. Or is it a quiet moment in the busy everyday life where nothing is required of you and you can just be? Enjoy this pause. To wait for the metro is to live life now.

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC

christian-l-bixler

Waiting for the Metro

To wait for the metro is boring, tedious and cold. It feels meaningless. Or is it a quiet moment in the busy everyday life where nothing is required of you and you can just be? Enjoy this pause. To wait for the metro is to live life now.

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To wait five minutes is long. But a year of happiness is short.

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC

christian-l-bixler

Time

To wait five minutes is long. But a year of happiness is short.

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Once reluctant, my sister has found the joy in ocean swells that I promised her, with the help of a yellow boogie board. Above clouds shift back and forth covering the sun, the prospect darkening to the east. Sea birds fly near the surface, their white wings green from reflecting waves. The sea is mysterious, the sky uncertain. But I watch in this moment and am content.

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Jul 2, 2025

Jul 2, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC

christian-l-bixler

Brief Thoughts

Once reluctant, my sister has found the joy in ocean swells that I promised her, with the help of a yellow boogie board. Above clouds shift back and forth covering the sun, the prospect darkening to the east. Sea birds fly near the surface, their white wings green from reflecting waves. The sea is mysterious, the sky uncertain. But I watch in this moment and am content.

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(*Maddy’s Music challenge: “Write a poem based on three words from a song.” Song: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964*) I’m the harshest critic, the truest of nonbelievers, when words of love are used. Soapy words will not deliver so please stop trying to be smooth. Don’t compare me to a summer’s day! I know that’s from some Broadway play. Waste not flattery’s rose praise not my grace, at least not to my face, you’re better off praising my clothes. Forgo sweetness, promise nothing then you may be onto something say it, straight up, I won’t faint trust me, sir, I am no saint. . . A song for this: Words of love by the Beatles

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christian-l-bixler

Jul 2, 2025

Jul 2, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC

anaisvionet

Words of love (Maddy's challenge)

(*Maddy’s Music challenge: “Write a poem based on three words from a song.” Song: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964*) I’m the harshest critic, the truest of nonbelievers, when words of love are used. Soapy words will not deliver so please stop trying to be smooth. Don’t compare me to a summer’s day! I know that’s from some Broadway play. Waste not flattery’s rose praise not my grace, at least not to my face, you’re better off praising my clothes. Forgo sweetness, promise nothing then you may be onto something say it, straight up, I won’t faint trust me, sir, I am no saint. . . A song for this: Words of love by the Beatles

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Harsh Sun throws our Shadows sharp against Flagstones. Beside the Priory wall, Brought low by Henrys' Hammer the Abbott lies, long gone. Just we two, Now, in Silhouette- Your walking stick tapping a Military Tattoo, My hat of Panamanian straw To delineate our presence. O History- Goodbye Surely the New, Loosened from past embrace Shall see lovely flowers linger Just for this Sunny Day

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christian-l-bixler

Jul 2, 2025

Jul 2, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC

mike-adam

Shadow Soulmates

Harsh Sun throws our Shadows sharp against Flagstones. Beside the Priory wall, Brought low by Henrys' Hammer the Abbott lies, long gone. Just we two, Now, in Silhouette- Your walking stick tapping a Military Tattoo, My hat of Panamanian straw To delineate our presence. O History- Goodbye Surely the New, Loosened from past embrace Shall see lovely flowers linger Just for this Sunny Day

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is it more beautiful the fleeting end of a rainbow

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Jul 1, 2025

Jul 1, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC

christian-l-bixler

haiku no. 164

is it more beautiful the fleeting end of a rainbow

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