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TG Price Sep 26
I like to sit beneath my open-aired pergola,
That I may listen to the
Gentle pitter-patter of rain droplets
Softly colliding against the aluminum,
While the wettened ground breathes, and
Fills the air with a delightful
Earthy fragrance.
TG Price Sep 25
I often walk through my garden
Alone,
That I may simply
Exist amidst the soft breeze, and
Contemplate upon the stillness,
Until existence itself becomes so,
So light and delicate, that
Even the mildest wind could
Gently whisk me away.
No law
Governs these things
Love, joy, peace, patience and
Kindness, goodness, faithfulness and
Also
Gentleness, self-control, these are
Calld as fruit of spirit
Lord give me this
Spirit
Galatians 5:22-23
apricot Oct 4
In the darkness of the night, a soul does fade
Through the veil of death, it starts to wade
Life slipping away, like sand through fingers
Leaving behind memories that forever lingers
The breath grows shallow, the heart beats slow
As the final moments begin to show
The body grows cold, the spirit takes flight
Leaving behind a world of endless night
In the stillness of the room, a loved one weeps
As the reaper comes to claim what he keeps
A life once vibrant, now still and cold
A story left untold, a tale left unsold
But in the end, we all must part
It's the cycle of life, the beating heart
So cherish each moment, hold them near
For in the blink of an eye, they may disappear
And when the time comes for us to go
May we find peace in the afterglow
For death is not an end, but a new beginning
A journey into the unknown, a chance for winning.
Lemon Black Oct 1
The grace of the divine speaks itself into existence
As we wash our clothes, mourn the past, and dine,
As we close our eyes and listen.

The truth finds its thereabouts
And reminds itself again
That nothing is meant to last—
The restless mind disrupts.
Peace and harmony constantly surround us. Occasionally, we catch a glimpse of this subtle truth—that we are part of it. Yet, as we approach this realization, the truth itself seems to reveal the wavy, impermanent fabric of existence. That’s when the mind interferes, as the moment was always meant to pass. We're left with a feeling of disruption and a longing to return, but this very desire pulls us further from the truth.
Lacey Clark Sep 30
oh, the surface tension,  
holding the wild beneath,  
where I float, buoyant,  
the cool water kisses my skin,  
a sweet moment of clarity,  
where i'm a welcome guest,
the deeper i go.

fish dart around    
homes in coral,   
sea anemones swaying,  
little dancers in the blue haze,  
snakes gliding on the sandy floor,  
that octopus, oh, the octopus!
the wizard of disguise,   
hiding beneath the shells,  
soft moss a velvet carpet.  

the turtles,  
gentle giants, drifting,  
letting the current cradle their shells,  
the waves pulse and heave,  
wild and electric,  

all of us,  
the fish, the plants,  
in syncopation,  
we flow together,
drifting this way,
and that way.
snorkeling is my happy place <3
All that we are

      Our love  
  
      Our faith
    
      Our joy

These are the skin that covers.
Bones and ligaments to join
and organize structure.
Blood that sustains and nourishes life.

All that we are

      Our hate      

      Our doubt    

      Our grief

Pores to let protective skin breath.
Marrow to create nourishing stream.
Veins to channel crimson flow.

Negative benign yet indispensable
Without which is lump of flesh

      Love working in hate

      Faith in doubt

      Joy in grief

Willing to bleed    
Willing to feel

Ready and willing
To be human -- without fear

     Our trust

     Our compassion  

     Our virtue

Animation in our motionless bodies.
Cross-fertilization in super-natural selection.
Elements of dark and beautiful metamorphosis.

Denied too often  

Misunderstood

Food of the gods      

All that we are

Essence of the ever-changing  universe
©2024 Daniel Irwin Tucker

PLEASE NOTE:
In this write, 'HATE' does
not imply hating people.
It speaks of hating the
negative things in this
world such as racism,
myriad forms of abuse,
power-mongering,
etc. etc.
Emery Feine Sep 29
There once was a beautiful goddess that was burdened by fighting in a war between gods. There, she met an arrogant god, who wanted to serve authority over a land the goddess loved. To protect her land, she killed the god, but was eternally cursed by him, so in the end, nobody would remember her. Nevertheless, the people that lived in the nation she saved venerated her, making the goddess their new found leader. Since many more gods and goddesses were killed off during this time, some losing memory of her as well because of the curse, she decided to retire as the goddess she had been and remain as a mortal. The cursed one would live in solitude, but still complete her duties as a leader. She had promised herself to never have any true relations with anyone, for it was not worth them losing memories of her. One day, she was tasked with a speech to her citizens, that would only temporarily remember her. While walking through the streets, a tired, female merchant bumped into the cursed. The cursed helped the merchant, who was struck with fear after walking into her very own leader. The kind merchant then exchanged her thanks, and the cursed one continued onto her speech. While she spoke about miscellaneous affairs in the nation, the citizens stared at her in awe. Suddenly, a god towered down on the nation. The mortal, still possessing her goddess-like strength, though not in the form anymore, calmed her citizens down by promising to protect them and everything they had achieved. Oh, but the cursed was terrified, for she did not know the worth of everything, even herself. One day, she stood in a large field, looking up at the sky, hoping for an idea, any idea, that would come to her on how to stop the violent god. Her worried expression caught the eye of another god, who floated down from the clouds. He had the kindest eyes she had ever seen, and the cursed fell in love with the beautiful god. The two talked, and he helped her come up with a plan to stop the violent god. Even more in love, the cursed one and the kind god parted with smiles. The following week, the nation's leader was tasked with yet another speech, this one to talk about the war. While walking through the same street, she noticed the kind merchant from before. The cursed one waved at the merchant, but she returned a confused expression and walked away. The cursed one paid no attention and went to her speech. Not as many citizens showed up, but she assumed it was because they were seeking shelter. As the cursed was about to give her speech, the violent god demanded to fight right then and there. She followed him to the field where she met the kind god, the one she unfortunately loved. The god began his attacks, but the former goddess just barely dodged them. However, her mortal qualities could never suffice to the one of a god, and she began to falter. In the distance, she saw the kind god. She yelled and called his name as she fought. He had a puzzled expression on his face as he asked the cursed one if he knew her. Her heart broke as she realized the curse had finally started to have its effect, and he had forgotten her. Frozen in place, the violent god put all of his strength into the final blow which killed the former goddess. As she lay there, dead and heartbroken, her soul materialized into one of a ghost. She watched the violent god seize her people and nation from a distance. And she watched for years, as one by one, they had forgotten she ever existed.
Omnia volui, iustitia. Volo quod merui. Eum in carcere volo.
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