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Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Horn of plenty spills
Bread and wine sustains all man
She holds up the torch


New day, new haiku!
Not feeling 100% today...
Such a sad day overall in truth 😔 RIP to Chadwick Boseman, T'Challa of Wakanda. My heart is so broken, my condolences to his family 💔🙏
The coming week Im gonna see a doctor too. I hope that goes well.
Now, for the usual daily haiku!
This one is for Demeter, mother of Persephone, daughter of Kronos and Rhea and Goddess of Agriculture, but also health and marriage as well.

Of course, she is known for being apart of her daughter's myth. She fretted so much when Persephone was taken to the underworld. She was also known to be a grain mother for humans. The horn of plenty aka the cornucopia is one of her symbols as well as the torch hence they are referred in the haiku. The motherly figure who always gives and provides. Its very fitting, isnt it? A light in the darkness. A hope in the fear and dread.

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!
Please take care of yoursels and stay safe! RIP to Chadwick again 😭💔
Much love,
Lyn 💜
John McCafferty Aug 2020
A forked tongue on display
Desperate to divert apart
as head and heart seem separate
Sometimes we have to surrender to loss as opportunity knocks
Times will come when
difficult decisions are deemed useful
As transitions are a learning tool for all
Pain is part of the process of progress
Acknowledge the logical steps that need to be met
Some set criteria may be inferior
But agree to abide by these guidance rules
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
James Rives Jul 2020
pin-pricked, the deep drip
spelled cacophony,
mired in chaos.
the human brand
of serially unkind
contradictions.
relatable

and distant.
far too nebulous
to satisfy your craving
after a long day of wanting.
those words silk-spilled
into some odd pile,
creation adjacent to intent,
and skewed from some cliff
hoping for release.
Steve Page Jul 2020
That I may understand every good path
That wisdom may reside in my heart
That knowledge and discretion may be my guard
This is my prayer to you, my guide and my God
Proverbs 2
Urooba Jun 2020
In this world, I am all alone
But, loneliness enclosed me;
A true meaningful home
Which, I stand by the spiritual brick:
That any wild wind unable to flick,
I embellish this home with the flame-
Of true guidance, by taking his name.
The door and windows of this home:
Always welcoming all the passers-by;
Who lost the real way.



Composed by Urooba Fatima.
This poem is all about spirituality, which a person attains by going through with loneliness.
Bhill Jun 2020
You
I'm crazy about you, in that I'm sure
you set up my day so I can endure
you correct me and guide me, to take on the world
it's easier with roadmaps that aren't so ****** twirled
pretty sure I would stagger, when I walk out the door
but with your wise guidance, I'm ready for more

Brian Hill - 2020 # 166
Wo is your ”you”?
Orakhal Jun 2020
Look
at your thinking

before
you enter  its meaning
Laura May 2020
When our lives are written
From the ink and numbers
That make up the universe
So we will find our way
By the light of the stars and the sea
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