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reya Aug 23
a simply regrettable sin.

since i was a kid,
it never changed, i mean: i still own all my thoughts?
however i imagine things i used to think i would never.
i swear it’s the same, yet it’s all so different and far from me.
mysterie Aug 18
...
sometimes a few words
can make a real
difference
in someones
life.
date wrote: 18/8
beep
Uliana K Aug 14
It’s so inspiring: to live.
To sense,
To hear,
To see life.

Nothing’s certain,
Nothing’s ordinary,
Nothing’s a fact
Though nothing’s a lie.

The world’s so different,
So incompatible
Yet all of it moves on
Together.

And in every bit of that ‘together’,
There’s something to learn,
Something to feel,
Something to love.

Remember, we live in a universe that doesn’t.  repeat itself.
You cannot be identical to anyone else.
So sharpen your gaze just a bit more
To see what really makes us us.
love the world you live in, we’ve only got one.
14/08/25
Steve Page Aug 6
I'm not just "included" here, I belong.
I don't just benefit here, I'm belov-ed.
I'm not tolerated, I'm celebrated.
My mates don't bear with me
for I bear the full image of my Maker
and my Maker is a perfectionist,
making holy vessels fit to carry his presence
and each week His presence walks
and wheels through the front doors here at Cafe Church.
Beyond inclusion to Belonging.
The last Poet Jun 19
I am both
The best
And
The worst parts
Of you
I am you
And
You are me
There is no me
Without you
And
No you
Without me
We are one
And
the same.
Mother and daughter
Agnes de Lods May 13
An emotional wind,
just to clear the daily fields,
to ask a moment after,
with childish tenderness.

They have a soul
like an old building,
with a million windows,
and one locked door.

They are so different,
more than a straight line.
They save the world,
seeing, feeling, not less.

Not a doctoral degree,
no frame that fits.
Perhaps don’t read the words,
they think beyond two and one.

They burn the dinner,
tangled in their inner world.
Flickering light, voice—
A scratch of structure is too much.

States of agitation,
flow of information,
and the beautiful creatures,
make sense without logic.

They give to this dimension
more than they’ll ever know.
Paradox in the crowd,
unclassified,
a blessing for society,
yet invisible.
Praise to fright,
Out of sight,
I hold my light.

I hold it darkness;
Others see it as bliss,
I see something’s amiss.

Praise I hate.
Bliss, leave it to fate,
And none the better to crate.

I practice low,
To hold my light amongst flow,
To gather more to not show,
For what needs to sow.

I hold my light.
I know.
I hide the blight.
They won’t know.
I hide their sight,
For fear they woe.

Difference is the fear,
The normalcy that is clear.
For the light they hate,
The darkness full they ate.
I know their bait.

For my lights timid,
And For that I hid.
Let's all make a change,
Come together as one,
as we Unite in harmony,
Under the rising sun.

Let's come to an agreement,
As we put our heads together,
From this, accept achievements, and
Make this World so much better.

Let's go and talk it out,
without temperament or strife,
Let's make a BIG DIFFERENCE,
Let's make EVERYTHING ALRIGHT.

Let's have ourselves a CHAT,
See what we can CONTRIBUTE and DO,
MAKING A DIFFERENCE will help,
Let it all begin WITHIN YOU!!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/11/2025
NOTE: I was Inspired to write this, just this morning!!!
Steve Page Apr 5
"Bob, track some mud on the carpet"
Words from Johnny Cash to Bob Dylan, a nudge to take risks and leave a mark.
“You are the light of the world…let your light shine before others.”  Matthew 5.14. Words from someone who knew how to leave a mark. We can do the same.

I
Have you left some mud on the carpet?
When did you last leave a stain?
Do your words make an impression?
Will you risk sounding insane?
How will you best be remembered?
How soft are you tempted to tread?
How long will your footsteps echo,
in the years after you’re dead?
Why do you think you were here?
Why do you have breath within you?
Why do you have all these questions,
when there're answers that've always been true?

II
Created to be the creators.
Gifted to speak others' minds.
Your art is a voice unspoken.
A light to open their eyes.
So next time you walk in a room,
look for the ones in the crowd.
Those who show recognition
of the things you don’t dare say out loud.
These are your tribe and your family.
These are the ones you can trust.
Together you might find a way
to help new life form from the mud.
Prompted by that quote from Jonny Cash.
Geof Spavins Mar 28
F♯ is G♭
In a realm where the moon hugs a bright balloon,
A spoon listens softly to a far-off tune.
Stars hide in jars with dreams tucked away
And even sharp notes find a home in play.

For here in our cosmos of chaos and art,
Every note sings a secret straight from the heart.
In this magical sphere, where opposites chat,
We whisper with wonder, “F♯ is G♭ - imagine that!”

The universe twirls to a rhythm so light,
Where silly, surreal sounds make the dark bright.
Each note, a spark in a fantastical debate,
Proving that strict rules can sometimes wait.

So join in the mirth, let your spirit take flight,
Dance with the stars in the soft lunar light.
For in this delightful, nonsensical spin,
Every tune is a story where adventure begins!

Starlight Sonata
Deep in the velvet of a midnight sky,
A symphony of secrets begins to sigh.
The piano of stars chimes soft and bright,
Every key a dream in the heart of night.

F♯ mingles with G♭ in a cosmic embrace,
Notes waltzing freely through time and space.
Each twinkling melody, both bold and sweet,
Whispers that wonder and whimsy do meet.

Nebula Lullaby
In a world where clocks gently unspin,
Celestial rhythms invite us in.
The moon, a gentle guardian, holds a balloon,
While spoons and jars hum a quirky tune.

Celestial choirs in a cosmic parade,
Sing of hidden treasures in midnight’s glade.
Every note, a spark in a dreamy flight,
Guides little hearts in the dance of night.

The Cosmic Chorus
Join the cosmic chorus, let your giggles flow,
Dance with the stars as they twinkle and glow.
In this magical realm where rules are few,
Every sound sings a story that's ever new.

So let us celebrate the freedom of song,
Where every note tells us we all belong.
In the playful realms of this musical maze,
Find joy in chaos and light in each phrase.
I think I want this as a performance poem with a musician behind as it is read out loud
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