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 Jan 6
Madeline Clow
The traveler has no home, the traveler is never sown, the travelers dearest companion is his pack, he only keeps what he can carry on his back.
No one want's to be the traveler, the traveler knows, except for the traveler  because the traveler knows that the tune that makes him travel is more precious then any home and he won't settle for anything less then his own.
A.I. Poet pounding at keys,
a lifetime of memories in
Chat GPT.

Punch up a sunset hues of
crimson and gold,

Throw in some birds,
Hit generate,
watch it unfold.

Selecting a font,
I couldn't
hazard a guess,

I'll just select an emotion
let A.I. do the rest.

Funny, this Insta-poetry is starting
to all sound the same,

Can't get any views,
I'm going insane.

Gotta find some new prompts
to up my game.

This Stupid AI ****,
is getting pretty lame!
Hey Roger this ones for You let me know what you think.

Just posted a video for this on my you tube channel
hope you all will check it out.

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Thanks.
 Jan 6
Misstic
discard the clothes that never fit you
easier said than done
mind you
beware this is the land of
opinion fares
what you know
is not you

would happily trade
this skin for you
extra large clothes
to skin tight
low rise
high boots type

glasses to lens
plain cuppa to
starbucks rendezvous
broadway nights
the highlight

dawn to my pride
pawn of lies
presumptions
impetuous actions
a fine line

what should i discard?
you ask
two faced
double edged sword
sometimes referred
human companion
friends
acquaintances
negative thoughts
who back stab you

cruel summers
never go out of style
hoax of believers
you belong together
lover to anti-hero
bad blood
i sigh

can you come again?
discards the pieces
which have fallen apart
don’t sow thorns
you bleed
burn the bridges
you built

clothes never naught fit
you make them
seem fit
live as you
not your alter
ego *****
 Jan 6
Melanie Munozz
Sun you bring death
Yet I swim and I sweat
In the rays of you;
Bright yellow sun.

-Melanie Munoz
It didn't matter who he was, I was there for him.
010624

The beauty of Your Creation
speaks of who You are—
The art, the abstract, the purpose,
The meaning woven into all.
You hold every piece in Your hands,
And call it Your Masterpiece.

The gallery boasts not of its own depth.
The visitors pass through, entranced,
Some have not known the Artist,
But the patterns, from one work to the next,
Reveal His hand, His heart, His soul.

The Artist steps forward,
Presenting each piece to the naked eye.
But no one can claim them,
For they are His, and His alone—
A testament to His touch, His design.

Every piece has a story to tell,
One by one,
Some admiring the other,
Some passing by to the next,
Yet all are part of the grand design,
Each radiating its own magnificent beauty.

The balance, the harmony—
The Artist knows every detail.
He lingered over each intricate line,
Every stroke, every shape, every hue,
And He knows the angles where beauty hides,
In places the eye alone cannot see.

No glance is wasted, no hand unskilled—
Every piece a revelation,
A whisper of the divine,
A glimpse into the eternal,
Crafted with purpose, crafted with love.
 Jan 6
Bekah Halle
Just stop, trying,
Just, stop, trying. No more,
Let it pass, stop denying.
Wipe the tears, drying, lift your eyes,
No more nigh in, or fighting or sighing,
But more yes.
And more success!
And more belief through accepting divine relief.
112724

Life drains me,
And as I search for the reasons,
I find only myself to blame.
The choices I made,
The chances I let slip away,
The endless wandering that carried me too far.

For a time, I hated myself.
I cried tears not meant for me,
Carried burdens that weren’t mine to bear,
And still, they left me—
Alone.
The pain lingers,
But you never abandoned me.

My strength comes from you.
My joy, too.
And as I lie in the quiet,
I sleep wrapped in your embrace,
You cover me,
You rescue me.

Is it only me you bless?
Is your grace meant for me alone?
What must I prove to myself
When my heart no longer beats
in rhythm with your approval?

May I never miss my portion,
The rainbows you’ve already prepared for me.
For when I laid my heart bare,
You found it.

You brought it back to life,
So that now,
I can love you more than I love myself,
More than those I hold dear.

Does it matter if my tears run dry for them?
Will eternity slip away
if I choose what you do not desire?
When will I find myself again?
When will my soul be satisfied?
 Jan 5
Erenn
He wakes each day with a spark in his chest
A quiet whisper, "This time's, my best."
But the hours dissolve like sand through his hands
Leaving behind half-built plans

The world seems to race, a river too swift
He’s caught in the current, adrift, adrift
Each promise he makes, each vow to achieve
Dissolves in the shadow of dreams he can't weave

His home echoes soft with unmet intent
A partner's sigh, a love half-spent
Conversations linger, threads left to fray
Words unspoken at the close of the day

At work, his desk tells tales of delay
Piles of tasks like clouds turning gray
The ladder he climbs bends under his weight
Each rung a reminder he’s always too late

And yet, in his heart, a flame still burns
A stubborn flicker, a longing that yearns
To be the man his younger self saw
To mend his cracks, to rise from the flaw

But the maze is vast, and the path unclear
He carries the burden of hope and fear
He doesn’t see failure; he sees the fight
A life still searching for its light

@Erennwrites
Only at your lowest, your writer's block is clear
 Jan 5
JAMIL HUSSAIN
In the name of God, I rise and soar,
O’ Lord of mercy, I seek Your door.
In royal nectar, Your light I sip,
Guiding my heart with every dip.

O’ Sustainer of souls, O’ Source of grace,
I answer Your call, to run my race.
Through fields of bloom, my wings take flight,
In Your name, I embrace the light.

O’ Most Merciful, O’ Compassionate One,
In Your love, my fears come undone.
With every beat, I feel Your hand,
Guiding my hive at Your command.

O’ Creator of bee and bloom,
In Your garden, there’s no gloom.
Grant me wisdom, pure and clear,
To lead with love, and not with fear.

In Your name, I hum and glide,
A queen, yet humble, by Your side.
With every drop, I find my power,
A gift from You, my sacred flower.

With every beat, my wings unfold,
In unity, our story told.
We serve in love, we share in prayer,
Our hearts entwined, Your mercy there.

O’ Nourisher, O’ Keeper of light,
Guide me through the day and night.
Let justice reign and mercy flow,
As through Your wisdom, we gently grow.

O’ Source of sweetness, pure and deep,
In Your embrace, we wake from sleep.
A thousand hearts, a thousand lives,
Together in Your mercy thrives.

Let my reign be kind, with wisdom bright,
Reflecting stars that shine so light.
In every flutter, in every prayer,
I am Your servant, everywhere.

In the name of God, I soar and sing,
A queen, a bee, on golden wing.
Humbly I serve, in love and trust,
In You alone, I place my trust.
A Queen Bee’s Prayer 05/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Jan 5
JAMIL HUSSAIN
Jamil:
Where dost thou dwell, O’ queen of bees,  
In silence, yet so deep, so free?  
Is it by crown, by power’s hand,  
That thou dost lead this sacred land?

Queen Bee (Buzzing softly):
Ah, Jamil, not by crown nor might,  
But in the pulse of love's own light.  
In the heart of the hive, I take my place,  
In every breath, in every grace.  

I sip from nectar, time's own brew,  
A labour's gift, both old and true.  
In each drop, a secret calls—  
A dance where soul and silence fall.

Jamil:
And what is this dance, where truth is spun,  
In each beat of wings, in the rising sun?  
Is it love that shapes the rhythm you keep,  
Where all things wake, and none shall sleep?

Queen Bee:
Love, like honey, doth life bestow,  
In its flavour, light, a dream aglow.  
The workers glide—each step a prayer—  
Their wings are whispers, soft in air.  

In every pulse, no greater, none too small,  
We rise, we fall—each answer calls.  
Is it I, who reigns in quiet sway,  
Or the hum of life that leads the way?

Jamil:
A hum of life? Can power be so pure,  
In a rhythm silent, yet so sure?  
Is’t the heart, or crown, that holds dominion,  
Or is there something beyond our vision?

Queen Bee:
Power lies not in the hand that reigns,  
But in the breath that sustains,  
In unity's pulse, in silence deep,  
Where hidden truths in stillness sleep.  

The hive, a mirror, a universe wide,  
Where every cell and pulse collide.  
In creation’s hum, we rise as one,  
In the sacred dance, all hearts are spun.

Jamil:
The dance of One… I feel it, too,  
In every breath, in every hue.  
But where is the throne, the crown of gold,  
In a world so humble, yet so bold?

Queen Bee:
Seek not the throne, nor crown's bright light,  
For in humble steps, shines divinity's might.  
The soul of the hive, the heart of song,  
Is the truth eternal, where all belong.  

In love’s embrace, no power is sought,  
For in each hum, the truth is taught.  
In the smallest grace, the Divine will dwell,  
In silence, where all truths swell.

Jamil:
And what of the path, the way to glow?  
How dost one dance, and truly know?

Queen Bee:
In rhythm’s hum, in love's sweet breath,  
In unity’s dance, we transcend death.  
Each step we take, each breath we draw,  
Is sacred song, eternal law.  

In honeyed light and grace unspoken,  
The chains of fear are swiftly broken.  
In every soul, in every mind,  
The dance of the One is all we find.

Jamil:
So we dance, not by force, but by grace—  
In every step, we find our place.  
The hive, the pulse, the hum, the song,  
In this, we rise, and we belong.

Queen Bee:
Yes, Jamil, in love’s embrace,  
All is One, and all is grace.  
The Queen within, the song of time—  
The truth of life, in every rhyme.  

Embrace the dance, the sweet release,  
In the pulse of love, find peace.  
For in this hum, in every heart,  
We are One, and never apart.

Jamil:
In humble joy, in silent prayer,  
We rise as one, in endless care.  
And in this truth, this dance so pure,  
We find our light, and we endure.

Queen Bee (Faintly humming):  
So hum, so dance, in love's embrace,  
For all is One, and all is grace.  
The Queen within, the heart of song,  
The truth of life, where we belong.  

In every soul, in every mind,  
The eternal dance of love we find.  
In unity’s rhythm, we shall soar,  
In love, in grace, for evermore.
The Hum of Unity 05/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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