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November 23, 2025 at 10:04 AM
What poets feel seen but not heard?
What poets heard but not seen?

What defines poetry?
What binds poetry?

It’s these, I want to know.

#SundayPoetry
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July 6, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Sunset
There is a coolness,
The scent of Summer tickles our noses
Earth has awakened, but now is ready to rest
Flowers close their buds for the evening
ready to show their morning face
When daylight comes again.
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June 9, 2025 at 12:57 AM
A genius with words

#sundaypoetry
March 2, 2025 at 12:16 PM
As I sit here
And ponder words
That could fill your soul
Or bring you tears
It’s good to remember
Words can bite

Heartfelt words
With some meaning
Can nourish your day
And stop you bleeding

*Me ( right now )

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March 2, 2025 at 10:35 AM
Dust if you must

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March 2, 2025 at 10:26 AM
Sunday is for restless wanting and beautiful words …

We have calcium in our bones ,
Iron in our veins,
Carbon in our souls,
And nitrogen in our brains

93 percent stardust
With souls made of flames
We are all just stars
That have people’s names

*Nikita Gill

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March 2, 2025 at 10:18 AM
February 2, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Methinks
Donald’s a bit miffed.
Ach.

#SundayPoetry
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Sometimes, you stumble on something unexpectedly and there suddenly emerges a poem ... I used the blackout concept on an overview text of a calligraphy book from 1655 -- The Proper Art of Writing by Paul Franck

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December 15, 2024 at 9:14 AM
„They are fleeting.
They are fragile.
They require

little water.
They’ll surprise you.
They’ll remind you

that they aren’t
and they are you.“

(Wendy Videlock, Flowers)

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November 24, 2024 at 2:13 PM