#globe
i always forget
that this globe
spins,
even when i feel
like im stuck.
somewhere,
someone is falling in love
at the same time
that im falling apart.
...
i hold a snow globe --
the one from the family
christmas, back in 2016.
i shake it --
watch it storm inside,
and i think,
maybe im still learning
how to settle
after everything
swirls.
after the mess.
...
the world is round,
but it never
feels like it comes back
to me.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC
I gave my globe a spin
and watched it whirl -
far too fast to read
the blood-bought labels,
printed on its paper shell.
The summer dawn summoned me
beyond the entry door,
so I stepped outside to
plant my boots on a larger sphere
where the scale is one to one
and all the hues are earth tones.
I raised my hand to feel the sweep
of a morning breeze
and stooped to cup a draft
from a meandering stream.
That hand might be mine or theirs
or yours or ours. It’s all the same!
There is only one air mass,
but a single body of water
and not a hectare of sod
can draw its borders or confess its name.
April, 2025
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
Anxiety and Fear
Looks like you’re holding a snow globe so intricate and sweet.
Once shaken, the snow starts falling in big sheets.
For this fragile snow globe is not ever really clear.
When it’s shaken and shaken again, then comes the fear.
You can’t see inside to the beautiful scene.
You start to panic; will the view ever be clean?
You keep shaking the snow globe harder and harder, and then,
The questions and anxiety creep right on in.
Will I ever get to see into this beautiful globe?
Why is it so hard to see through the snow?
Why is it like this, what did I do this time?
I’m always ruining something I feel every time .
This perfect snow globe will never be the same.
Why does it feel like I’m going insane?
I’m a huge mess of tears and fears.
This precious snow globe doesn’t deserve to be here.
I then take a seat and set the globe down.
Upon my face, there’s such a big frown.
I’m upset with myself; what did I do?
I’ve broken something beautiful, shiny, and new.
It’s then when I look at that snow in the globe start to slow down.
It starts to settle back down to the ground.
I start to breathe slower; the tears and fear calm their war.
It is then that I realize what I have done, and all becomes clear—
that I do have some power over my anxiety and fear.
Leanne
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
As stores of value, two titans stand
One old as time, one new in the land
Gold gleams with an ancient lore
Bitcoin opens a brand new door
Yellow metal, mined more each year
Still has too much inflation, we fear
Its authenticity, hard to prove
By ship or plane, it’s forced to move
Bitcoin, child of a digital age
Finite and quick, enters the stage
At light speed, traverses the globe
New frontiers of freedom to probe
Choose the one that you think is right
Gold from the earth, or digital light
Or some of both, for each in their way
Stores up value for a future day
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 12:10 PM UTC
The saddest thing is state of this world
In eerie indoctrinated paralyzation
Beautiful globe that once triumphantly twirled
Now in serious need of proper navigation
Jul 1, 2023
Jul 1, 2023 at 12:11 AM UTC
Paved roads of cars that roam
Are sure to grow weary on my bones.
And there’s a high hill close to home
Onto which I seldom venture alone.
How I recall those many days of yore
When we’d go fresh out in the morn;
And up that hill now far across the globe
Would stare for short eons into the fog.
Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 8:24 PM UTC
Trivia Snippets?
Garlic, Onion, and Potatoes
(Small List in The Kitchen)
Thyme or Mint
(Every Night Drink)
Full Names of Poets
(Long list on The Desk)
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 6:18 PM UTC
overcast
i pull on the day brightly
mine it at the maternal sources
and form a radiant :
a bloom from within fledgling elements
illuminant grenades
and the sky is peppered with characters
it's a wild play of childness
an old world whimsy
of 'here be monsters'
and shiny scrapbook havoc
the compass steps in
and with the turn of the globe
scores the horizon
clouds and the aviators
are combed into the soft crust
a spiral quilting
to cover the gift of a dream
given by one thirsty visitor
who stole it lightly
from the prism
of another travelling dreamer
God knows what'll grow
if there's a pillow fight
a deranged rain of innovation
perhaps some fiddly creation
will fast take over this world
and it's lover other
with the sky allied and fraudulent
we can host an early night
the stars (in strand)
prattle the ocular sense frontier
all constellations are like a single ribbon eel
never quite nourishing
upon its own thoughtless loop
a corduroy display
overcoat
Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 9:55 PM UTC
At high tide, the sea ejects
foam and glass fishing floats.
We wait for the waters to recede,
tiptoe around anemones and *****
I spot a small green globe.
She says it belongs to a Japanese goddess,
her eyes plucked out by a vengeful lover
and cast into the deep.
I see only an old sake bottle
crafted into a sphere,
etched with sand and netting patterns.
Tomorrow, I will look for agates
while she searches for the goddess’s other eye.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
The tall young woman in a golden dress
spins a globe upon her desk and waits,
and waits till calloused finger comes to rest
upon an unknown wilderness. What spaces
lie yet undiscovered, like tabletops
to be uncovered / to be uncovered:
secret words within a foreign bookshop
under dust and under clutter—
Wiped clean! The tablecloth's pulled off! Now she
will be the first to glean their mysteries:
To see what no one else has ever seen,
To be where no one else has ever been.
Until nothing is obscured for her.
For hers is this world and she its explorer.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
The mountain grows much slower than your perception of the mountain growing taller, as the dynamics of the sea, which sculpts the earth beneath your feet, speaks—summoning the breeze: isn't it surreal, living on God's pottery wheel?
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC
Time tells lately
Of a world gone bad
Mega bucks of destruction
Resulting in economy evasion
Unscaled and undeterred
Nature draining and global warming
A coherent of capital dished round
Consumed largely by corrupt deities
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
who really knows
who really understands
how is it true
or not
does the homeless person know what time it is
did the ant you stepped on feel anything
the sunset shared by millions across the globe, was it appreciated
was it valued
desert winds, stirring up the ancient sands, is it admired
is it honored
waters in the clouds, falling with raw force to the earth, is it glorified
is it
how do you know
how do you know
Brian Hill - 2020 # 168
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 9:09 AM UTC
We walked 500 kilometres,
We are not marathon runners,
We ran only for food and family.
The walk was long,
But our minds were strong,
Hunger came along.
Hunger put us to faint;
Public watched us like saint,
We were treated as a quaint.
The going got tough;
Our foot became rough,
We felt the tiring walk was enough.
Tears poured in our heart,
Disease ripped the whole world apart,
But humankind was selfish and smart.
Public and rulers slept,
We remained helpless and wept,
Banks disturbed us with debt.
Fishes in the sea cry,
The eaters put it to fry,
Our hunger cries were buried,
Towards our homes we hurried.
Frogs rested in the shadow of a snake,
Hunger tested us during this corona quake.
Corona turned a manhunt tiger,
Killed us with its sharp tooth of hunger,
Our hearts filled with demonic anger,
Hunger kept disturbing us longer.
Our corpses were a useless exhibition,
Media wolves framed our deaths a suicide,
We had no place to reside,
Train tracks became our new home inside.
Our hunger and pains remain unheard
Ruthless rulers find our sufferings awkward
Our hunger creates leaders and robbers,
Rulers filled our society with backstabbers,
We will emerge as leaders and food feeders,
The globe will become our followers and readers.
To all living beings we will feed,
To our future generations we will become a seed,
If hunger kills a human like a crop-killing ****
Our hands will destroy the humanimals with greed.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
Not just another dead word from a
book
But a magical word...straight out of
childhood
Gathered from a fascination with
looking at maps and Atlas books
And globes of the World
All the different countries in all their
different colors
With all their fantastic sounding
names
All spread out in wonderful greens pinks and oranges, yellows reds and
purples
And then... that wonderful blue sweep
of the Pacific...the Pacific ocean.
Through the eyes of a young small
child
The wondrous...sweet Blue Pacific
ocean
So vast and so full of romance
With its mermaids, its whales and its
dolphins
Coconuts and palm trees and
treasured islands
Its flying fish and grizzled pirates,
Its blue skies forever smiling
overhead
The surf rolling up onto its sun kissed
beaches.
.....There long ago I glimpsed the lovely
blue of her blouse
And the wonderful patterns on it
As she lifted me up and spun me
around
Just like being up on the swing boats,
And she laughed with her laughing
smiling face
And her laughing smiling eyes
And I laughed too, out loud and
unashamed
This was how it should always be
And I didn't want it to end
Wanted it to go on forever,
It brought me a Bluey Bliss
And suddenly all this world it was a
magic place.
She was like Life or Love itself
Wanting to embrace you and kiss you
And sweep you off your feet
Life, it held so much promise and
beauty
So much wonder and mystery
Yea! all was magic in those Summer
months
The coloured pictures in our comic
books
The kicking football on the lovely
green lawns,
The fluttering and flapping of the
clothes on the clothes line
Were like the sails of a Great Ship...
Sweet dreams and sunbeams as we
ran out to meet the tide.
And still she calls to me today, wild
blue ocean
How I love... like that sweet feeling of
blue
The sight of her on a globe or Atlas
still
And that name like some ancient
spell
It sends me up into the sky
Delights, makes me feel so peaceful
The sweet blue Pacific ocean
You can...can almost taste it.
Sweet intimations of a world that
came before,
A world underneath...that still lies
there...somewhere
Whispering like some sweet lost
Atlantis
Forever calling you back, calling you
back home.
I'm afraid I can't be more specific
About the wonderful, the beautiful
...The Blue Pacific.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
Our new reality
Lives turned up side down in harmony
Fighting an invisible enemy
Our cries now echo louder
Our loss sending shockwaves
Our pain felt across the globe
We now care for the suffering of our neighbor
For it could be our fate foretold,
Curse our body with a crown
But our souls are not ours to hold.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired
I am tired of the fights,
The political wars,
And the real ones
Of the lies and deceit,
Of the blinding ignorance
You don’t care
You. Don’t. Care.
Because you don’t have to
Your brothers aren’t being shot,
Your mothers aren’t being locked up
Your aunts aren’t being deported,
And your cousins aren’t beating themselves up
You don’t care,
but I wish you did
What do I have to do?
Because all my talking and all my speeches aren’t helping
I am being called an angry child,
so you can sit comfortably on your throne of privilege
So please, enjoy
Enjoy as your world crumbles and falls around you
But know this
I may be tired,
I may be fed up,
And I may be frustrated,
But I am **** sure not done yet
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
Change is hard
Change requires difficulty and struggle,
pain and heartache
Change is all around us
It calls for us,
beckons us to it
But change means we must act
The world is falling apart around us
The oceans are growing
Our lands are burning
Our hatred of one another takes a step forward and two back
We must strive for change
We make changes to our lives everyday
A haircut
Moving into a new house
Attending a global warming protest,
they are all changes
Change is hard
Change is unnerving
But the world needs change
Or it is about to become a whole lot more uncomfortable
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
If you stand still long enough
the world will move
to where you want it to be..
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
I swirled coffee with a red straw
Thinking what I should do today
Feeling a little useless
Wishing I was able to travel far away
Think this is a hopeless dream
I yearn for all the time
But I still have not reached my goal
Mountain only grows harder to climb
It was someone I loved who once told me
"Good things come to those who wait"
But I badly want to see the world
I know one day it will be too late
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
Did you know
That the waves of the ocean
Crash over themselves
In a shivering rush to marvel
At the glassy globes
Encased on either side
Of the bridge of your nose?
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
... to whisper sweet nothings into your ear long into the night.
... to journey across the globe in search of an ocean as deep as my love.
... to hold you in my arms while vowing never to let you go.
... to kiss your tender lips with my own.
... to envelop your long brown hair between my fingers.
... to glide my hands across your body.
... to drive a thousand miles just to be closer to you.
... to glide through the clouds by the sound of your laugh.
... to nudge my nose against yours as our foreheads touch.
... to climb every mountain, canyon, and cave just to rescue you from peril.
... to bend down on one knee and ask you to be with me for all of eternity.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC