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 Jul 22 Ankush
Maria Etre
I got stuck
in a plot
                                        t
w
                              i                    
                                                s
                  t

and it made
me

A) Dizzy
B)  Sick
C) Light-headed
D) Aware

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a
single
star
as
seen
through
my
window

­*who
knew
stars
could
be
held
in
a

box?
☆☆♡♡♡ HELLO POETRY ♡♡♡☆☆

Thank you all so much for your support of my work! This was such a pleasant surprise!
I wish I could thank each and every one of you who is commenting and responding to this piece. Unfortunately things are happening at my home which are beyond my control. My dad wasn't feeling well. He's better now but he still has a lump in his right cheek. He had had cancer at the base of his tongue and this is in the same area. Thank you for your prayers and well wishes! They are greatly appreciated!

I'm just putting everything in God's hands.
I wish that my life
could be a banyan tree, large,
massive, eternal, offering shelter to travelers, wanderers, exhausted ones, when lacking support and nourished inadequately
p             from the          p
o                trunk,            o
e            ­  poetry             e
t             would be          t
r          the prop            r
y         roots and           y
.          my support         .
.             system               .  
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 Jul 22 Ankush
Vianne Lior
Love is a tide,
soft, inevitable,
etching names into sand.

But understanding,
the moon’s hush pull.

To be held is one thing.
To be known—shadows cradled,
no flinch, no turning away.

That is love, not by default,
but by choice.
Love without understanding is a tide that never reaches shore.
 Jul 15 Ankush
Mike Adam
Waste not a single word
Though syllables scream for release,
Consonants flap to fly and
Vowels seep through cracks

Waste not to want
For nothing to
Finish your perfect
Death poem
 Jul 15 Ankush
Mike Adam
Cloud
 Jul 15 Ankush
Mike Adam
Today some cloud
Put on a show,
Streaking across
Clear blue sky.

Pretty
Empty
Condensation
Evaporating far away
 Jul 14 Ankush
CJ Sutherland
Elon
Musk
Speaks on
Grok 4 Chatbot
A giant leap towards
Artificial intelligence
Complete freestanding
Autonomous being
Super humanoid
AI can
duplicate
Every mannerism and nuance
Of any person on earth
an uncanny
Simulacrum
AI is a perfect mimic
To the untrained eye
Yet.                 AI is
nothing                  more
than.                            A
poor                                man’s
copy                                        Of
God’s.                                     Creation



Inspired song;

Vogue
By Madonna

Footnotes
I Actually wrote this poem for July 9 and already had the word of the day for the 14th unbeknownst to me so I suppose it’s fortuitous
BLT Websters word of the day challenge
July14 nuance
A nuance is a very small difference in something such as color, tone, meaning
And bonus
July 9, 2025 Simulacrum
A superficial likeness of something usually as an imitation, copy, or representation.
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