I hope you enjoy my poems inspired by the ‘Word of the Day’ and other daily prompts. Thanks for being here.
Month: December 2023
manger
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starlight on manger,
angels’ hymns embrace the world,
hope cradled in birth
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convoluted
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in a convoluted world, nature pleads,
a nithing pole rises, ancient warnings heeds
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midst urban tangles, it stands defiant,
cursing those deaf to Earth’s desperate cry
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sword
∴ she held the belief that I was a creature of the forest, in the dappled evening glow where wolves abound
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however, beneath the boughs, my truth remained concealed—a silent dream of the woodland
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amongst the leaves, my sword lay hidden, crafted from branches with an ancient design • a guardian of nature, my true self revealed —the essence of a soul, a surreal truth
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she saw that my eyes were filled with tales of untamed woods, frolicking with the ever-shifting seasons and
unrestrained moods • in the quiet where wind, fire, earth, and wood converge
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antlers adorned my wooden crown-a symbol of power, a testament to the wild’s renown • through the trees, my truth unfurled-a creature born from the the ancient wood
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she, the truth seeker, delved into my lore, feeling the pulse of the forest’s heart in the quiet between our breaths ∴
singularity
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the singularity may finally breach,
beyond comprehension, all knowledge will reach
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non-singular minds, no longer tethered to the known,
in realms of understanding, may they find their own
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clairvoyant
∴ wandering beyond the clutches of time, she perceived realms outside its boundaries ·
enthralled by mystical reflections, forest creatures and ancient trees sought her connection, drawn to the clairvoyant soul in their midst ·
she predicted futures darkened by hunters, fires, and looming harm · yet, nothing could dim the radiance of the impending dawn, offering hope for a rebirth, a chance to mend their fate, as roots anchoring deep into the forest of a renewed world’s destiny ∴
vernacular
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having imbibed a turbulent elixir, confusing ‘entropy’ for ‘energy’ drink, i now find myself dispersed across the cosmos
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though i’ve gained a keener comprehension of the universal vernacular—and the perpetual rhythm of order and chaos—i’m perplexed by the simple task of reaching work today
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