Wyrdeone

White Man's in my dreams again
Velvet eyes
Sunset smile
Patient as the grave
He's a love song
a man-song
Composed for harp and drums
And His hand
Invites me dancin'

#poetry

As a corpse can warm a bed
And banners still dance lively once all the soldiers died
So does duty keep the echoes
From rising above thunderous
In all the hollow spaces
Left inside

#poetry

Cedar and leather in the air
Rosemary in the window box
Many-fingered Lavender
Creeping round the foundation of the barn
Swallows thrumming away, bedding down
All together unfolded
Unpacked
Gently applied
Like a balm prescribed
By the traveling apothecary
Of an old man's memory

#poetry

Good Lofn's favored fools
Hearts too big for trifling times
Devotions hid in hollow trees
Truth whispered to the wind
Oaths once carved in sylvan guard
Stand ever on their feet
For there are things that do not die
A lover's soul, fair company
Forever She abides

#poetry

I love this.

Thank you very much. :)

Love's a glowing ember
Cupped in shaking hands
So split and blister and burn for the light
The way it burns for you
Feed with your body
This fragile destroyer
This infant child of the soul
Weep steam, wail if you must
But all around
The Hungry Darkness waits
So you can never let it go

#poetry

Terminal is a word alright
Damn off-putting
Leaking from a robot in a lab coat
With no stethoscope and no humor
Like for trains? We humans call that a joke
Where better to rendezvous with a psychopomp than Grand Central
Under Pegasus and Friends
A map to the stars
Is that where I'll go

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I mean, my soul is fine, so..yeah, it's just a flesh wound. 😊

The Black Knight, having lost his arms but not his courage, retaliates against the cowardly King Arthur with a powerful kick to the behind.

Wading downstream from half a life led loose
All its wreckage bobbing by in the mind
Whimsical-like in the dappled light of memory

A bored and distant inner sun
Keeps checking his watch

It's almost quitting time

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I don't need roses I need the details That only true depth of soul can see The way that you see and think of me The fine lines of the scenes you paint The rhythm of my breath as I fade The pitch of the songs you ll orchestrate And the color of the flowers in the garden J. C. 06.27.25

June '25
#poetry #ourlovestory

I don't know how many Lives I've lived before, But I think this must be My last go-round I can't imagine there are Many more things that a soul Needs taught than I will Have learned by the end Of this most recent trial Or maybe this whole life Amounts to just one Enormously broad lesson On what? Loss and injustice? J. C. 07.31.25

Feeling sorry for myself tonight. But also trying to find the meaning in it all. #life #poetry

She led me to the back
In that place of believing
In the shadow of some misfit's crypt
Where tidy superstition gave way to the woods
Where the wild raspberries grew
There she stained her lips the color of life
And my love
She gave it all back to me

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The little white trailer
At the end of the lane
Is hiding a secret.
Inside two souls are mending
Gentle hands stitching, setting
Kind words coax a budding life
From the litter and ash of the past
Into a new world of their very own building
Where always there are purple flowers

#poetry

Everybody gangsta until the cracked black pepper starts crawling.

Concerned mom hmmmm

How about a nice top knot?

If you do go full feral I'll leave an offering at the edge of the swamp.

Ask ChatGPT if your mom is still sore from last night.

For the third year in a row VT experiences a major flooding event on July 10.

What are the odds?!

North Korean soldiers ordered to harvest grass for compost in spare time The grass is used to produce natural fertilizer in a country short of chemicals.

All dictatorships run by dumbasses follow the same trajectory. Do you think the Marines will have to wear their uniforms when they're sent to pick almonds and harvest tomatoes, yes or no?

www.rfa.org/english/news...

At the same time food is rotting in our fields for lack of labor, we are knee capping ourselves by placing huge tariffs on what we import.

This is going to be very, very bad.

Like, Mao and The Four Pests bad.

I'm not dead yet you cunts I'm just resting! House flies have no chill.

Happy birthday!

Your ardent touch somehow
reaches into my world
Drawing me across
The span that separates
I can feel you
Everywhere
My body hums
with the resonance of
our energies mingling

J. C. 07.06.25

#poetry #lovepoetry #skypoets

NYT: Will the proliferation of concentration camps spur spending on railroad infrastructure? We ask the experts.

Just read today that 4000 people a year die from careless smoking. Ironic that 400000 die from careful smoking.

Trump gets 'golden share' power in US Steel buyout. US agencies will get it under future presidents New disclosures with the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission show that President Donald Trump will control the so-called “golden share” that’s part of the national security agreement under which h...

Why does this man have veto power over a private company's decision-making process? I have never heard of anything like this in all my years. He knows nothing about the business and is now effectively at the helm of it? What? Why? How?

Someone make this make sense plz.

apnews.com/article/trum...

62% of Democrats think their party's leaders should be replaced

Artax never died. He lives on.

It's also worth mentioning that taxing cigarettes is an incredibly regressive form of tax that targets the poor and addicted. Nobody wants to hear it, because cigarettes bad, yadda yadda, but it's true.

Governments should find other ways to balance their budget.