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Jonah 4d
Darkness is a cavern
not escaped by light,
but by a descent deeper
than fear dares follow.
It swallows sound,
mocks the trembling step,
yet those who press on,
those who fall with purpose,
find a silence that speaks.
Not all paths lead upward
some salvation lies
in going so far down
you rise again
through the other side.
Carlo C Gomez May 16
It will never return
Every single day a wish sets sail
But nothing ever floats back
The constant churn of the tide
Is a clockwork peril
A nomadic timekeeper
Telling us over and over
And over again
The time has come
To look elsewhere
Inspired by Barbara R Maxwell's poem "The Ocean":
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5062223/the-ocean/
Feathers fill an earthenware vase
                                         Tall quills  
Suiting ink wells
Scribing words beneath candle
Signing treaty’s  
                           Secured with wax
The Magna Carta
The Declaration of Independence
                         Momentous things

But these are simple feathers
Collected for aesthetics
For smudging
For connection
   For reasons other than to write
Joss Lennox Apr 11
This morning, out my windowsill
was a vibrant cardinal resting tranquil and still,
sitting on a limb with solace and halcyon calm,
singing a soothingly mellifluous song,
all of a sudden, emotions flooded upon me,
a nostalgic moment, from when I was young,
years upon years ago,
my grandmothers making breakfast,
my grandfather, reading the paper across from me,
in good health, laughing,
we're both content as can be,
there, just for a moment, we're together again
every time I see a cardinal now, I think of him
my own warm, sweet memories
from a simpler time, now intertwined
My grandparents were a big part in helping raise me. My grandfather, who was like a father to me, loved cardinals and would always point them out to me. After he passed, I began to see so many cardinals, which comforted me through the pain of losing him. Now every time I see a cardinal, I think of him, his warmth, his laugh and I remember how much I miss him, but also how nice it is to know he's still around, sending me cardinals.
hello stars
you all shine so bright
hello stars
can't you hear me?
hello stars
help me tonight
hello stars
they're not near me
hello stars
can you help me see
hello stars
if they care
hello stars
my hearts a sea
and they're drowning there
Jesus' baby Mar 26
Grant thee a voice to write,  
A blueprint to imprint.  

Bestow thee a script,  
To inscribe with wisdom’s grip.  

Permit thee a spark,  
To blaze through the dark.  

Inspire thee with grace,  
To shine in time and space.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Mar 20
My eyes seek Thee in restless despair,  
Through tempests wild, through hollow air.
O’ guiding flame in twilight deep,
Awake my soul, from sorrow’s sleep.

Show me Thy glimpse, if only a stare,
A spark of hope, a breath of prayer.
O’ Keeper of life, my heart’s lone plea,
Shine forth Thy grace, come set me free.

Thou art the faith I cherish and adore,
The silent hush, the thunder’s roar.
Dwell in my heart, take root in my soul,
Mend these fragments, make me whole.

Through shadowed vales and boundless night,
Thy whisper calls, a song of light.
No tear may fall, nor spirit break,
Where love endures and dawn doth wake.

Thy presence is all my soul doth crave,
To walk with Thee, steadfast and brave.
Come to my solitude—my heart to save,
Lift me from darkness, my soul to pave
A Soul’s Plea 20/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussaint
We all have been labeled,
Tossed our dirt, around a table,
On our journey, to our final day,
We think about our past,
Times, we thought would last,
Those, who helped guide us,
When our soul, was low on gas,
Call them special angels,
When they come around,
They share ideas, and thoughts,
To guide us, help us pass the situation,
Holding us down.

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                              ­                   The original: Tom Maxwell 3/6/20/25 AD
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