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Zywa Sep 29
The lake overflows,

there is way too much water –


to keep for itself.
Collection "Mosaic virus"
Lyn-Purcell Aug 22

Sigh with every stitch
Her hands soft with abundance
Smiles with sweet prosper


New day, new haiku!
I went from feeling better to feeling ****** again, just my luck!
I'm gonna book an appointment on Monday, I cant take this anymore.
Sorry for the late upload!

Still focusing on the younger Charites, children of Hephaestus and Aglaia [aka Kharis, one of the three Charites], this is Euthenia, goddess of abundance. Like her sisters, there isn't much on her.

Like nothing at all, so I wanted to give her some character, I picture her as a woman who has childlike qualities, like innocence and such.
I remember that I found sewing (cross stitching to be exact) so hard at first, but I enjoyed it when I went to the after school clubs and I was so proud when I was done. A fond memory of mine..,

For some reason, I dont know why, but I also see her with the endearing qualities to that of Marilyn Monroe.
Could be that I've been reading up on her alot these days, she's so renown yet so enigmatic at the same time.
She truly has dichotomous nature which I find so appealing. RIP to her.🙏

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Aurianna Aug 13
always telling myself
i can do BETTER
be BETTER
almost like...
im not good enough for me
sometimes
i wish
i could be proud
of myself
in the same way
i feel
when someone else
utters that same sentence
VALIDATION
makes me feel
complete
its not that im...
constantly searching for it
i try desperately
to fill that void
with SELF LOVE
the same love
i give to other people
in abundance
but
it never feels
the same as when
someone else
looks me in the eye
and all you can see
is love
...
Caro Aug 11
Bless the earth underfoot
the breeze on my neck
the still dawn
the open sky
the feather fall
the beetle climb
the crow call
the swift fly
the cloud drift
the rising sun
the golden field
the river run
the grass seed
the ripe plum

Bless this breath
this body
this good earth
this new day
His river encountered my waters
Flowing wild like the ocean
My waves curled around him
So we could grow bigger
And bigger
And his fishes, we both have them now
So we grew richer
And richer
Then the rain saw our love, so pure
And she blessed us,
So we grew fuller
And fuller
Each night we danced to the moon
Each day we sang to the sun
And we made them both so proud
They gave us light to guide the way
So we grew wider
And wider
Until there was no more space to grow
Then we rested
Nested by thin air
So still, so nurtured
Life herself looked at us
And Death herself looked too
They came down for a swim
In perfect comunion
We were everything.
It takes an abundance of love and care to make a flower to grow and blossom.

Hussein DekmaK

Copyright
Using a flower as a metaphor for raising a kind  human being or rendering services to people.
Isaac Jun 27
Sleepy
Dreamy
My prince charming
Loveless until the heartbreak
Loveless until you grip my waist
The moons descend so perfectly captured
Wearing your scent you're all that matters
Like a cat's purr, you rev up my engine
My soulmate; eternal protection
The balance I crave no second-guessing
About where you are and who you are with
About what you are doing and where you sit
Never victim to your tongue
Only making love and fun
When the stars shine in the sky so brightly for us
Blinding their jealousy with love
But in the eye of the hurricane, you cannot even bother
If you got me as I got you then we will prosper
Isaac Jun 14
it's your arms.. and your face
it's your body... and your warm embrace
it's your lips... and the heart I trace

Fatal position but not the same
Somehow different, but consistent
The ying to my yang, opposition
Usually tame but feeling open
Nuclear Nectarine; our bodies are fluent
In speech beyond movements eat into my aura
Love beyond emotion dive into my pandora
The love conceiving anew, the bloom of flora

So scary but so sweet, so foreign to me
The bomb discreet, explode onto me
Grip my body as you reaching the peak
Don't let your ego control you let your soul speak
Nuclear Nectarine
Fear of the unknown and what i've known
Living hell escaped with vroom,
until the wheels stopped spinning 'round.

Dodged that bullet, a year too young for Vietnam.
Lived homeless to stop from growing that extra 4,

stop the shot-maker from throwing down,
down, down to the ground, nothing to be found.

Instead of Princeton, Columbia, 2 years minimum wage,
soul ripe for rage, but none could ground,

studies, between heaven, Earth, lost became find,
life's eternal river, Dharma's wheel run.

Spun though, life's circle's stymied spin done,
not a sip of backslider's wine.
Much like the words God, love, etc., hope is bally-hooed so much, yet, if we study it it’s simplicity of life in motion itself.  Does a toddler not have, or have hope?  No, they simply do their best, one foot following the other; especially with caring through to loving parent or rents.  If we choose to make believe we know instead of discerning we have to study anew, begin again, what is that; certainly not hope- no?  In our technocracies sociological programming of us to replace our humanity with exigency, etc., being the norm, we forget each word is a path of study; which serves to evolve us-  off by a millimeter, soon off by a mile.  Of course ‘departmentalization’ of life, out of us, etc.,  as well as all other machinations of convolutionaries, etc..  I know I say it a lot, yet, still, the intellect can't lead, for the life doesn't follow.  When we choose the life must follow our intellect's it's to our life's disadvantage, and, of course our intellect's as well.  "...We(e),...", succeeded to do our best last moment, latest hour and day, that's experiential knowledge that we'll do it again in the next moment, hour, day; call it hope or whatever, yet, it's experience- of the life, not the intellect.  We forget the elements, ‘let a smile be your ambassador’, etc.; luckily trees don’t forget how to be trees, and the importance of that to the world- or, we’d all already be dead from lack of oxygen, etc..  Thanx for all you All do, have a great day   :)   reality
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