Sands

found her abandoned
wet hungry & wild
dirty brown & almost broken
She was silence personified
But motherhood
broke her quiet
she would guard her own
became a fierce, protective queen
Upon her cardboard throne
Touch them once, hear the growl
She wasn’t #timid no more
~rev
#vss365

#vss365 #poetry

Burdened with #cataract skies
Shoulders heavy knees caving
Faraway horizons can’t see
Can’t dream
You the only medicine only cure
Making clouds disappear dissipate
If you grab my hand
I can become a trapeze artist
Dancing in the air
Calmly through skies cloudless

A spiral of blue water forming a circular tunnel.

A breath.
A breath rolled into a blink.
A blink touched into a sigh.
A sigh fleeted into a dizzying brush.
Such are the timid turns of life
beautiful.
incomplete.
gnawing.
splendor flush with #splendor.
pause me, love
when your mind becomes a heron
pulled beneath the salt
but hold me,
still

#vss365

How to Write Bad Haiku A humorous guide to writing "bad" haiku -- mediocre and boring ones -- whose goal is to help people write and edit haiku better.

I few years ago I wrote a tongue-in-cheek guide to writing literary haiku called "How to Write Bad Haiku."
It also has a picture of the late great Jabberwok, who was tortoiseshell with white patches, and whom I miss.
Enjoy!
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image of a single lit candle illuminating the dark surroundings with soft warm light, surrounded by elements that represent prayer, including a rosary with gleaming silver beads, a few gentle bells suspended in mid-air, and a serene white dove perched on the edge of a candleholder, blending abstract art with surrealism, featuring delicate shades of gold, purple, and blue, with the candle's flame casting a mystical glow on the surrounding space, and the dove's wings spread wide as if inmid-flight, amidst the eerie darkness, the overall atmosphere is one of peaceful contemplation and spiritual connection.

SundayX | Coffee

We stand in the midst of escalating chaos. Our superpower is maintaining our calm as we create and maintain order in our own spaces.

I will not ever celebrate the blood shed of another human, even when it appears valid.

Today active duty […]

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a black and white photo of a wrought iron gate leading to a mansion . ALT: a black and white photo of a wrought iron gate leading to a mansion .

The drive led towards the house. The #splendour was oppressive and she felt weak and dirty. Hungry, she walked to the back door and knocked. As the door opened, she put out her hands for a piece of bread. The woman stared at her and her mouth opened. ‘Alice? Is that you?’ #vss365

Deception fools the best of us
Undermining honest tries
Duality grows unchecked
where cruel games defines

Truth falls silent
Essence curdled into vile
Harrowing patterns
Of unbroken lies

Hidden behind
#Cataract walls
darkness devours the beauty
Within their lives

~rev
#vss365

dawn at the verge stalls,
grey veil or a pink she steals
off the horizon

#BSPP51 #verge #haiku #writing #writingcommunity
#micropoetry

If you like the horror/thriller genre and are looking for a new book to read, look no further! *THIS BOOK IS THE PREQUEL TO THE SERIES AND CAN ALSO BE READ AS THE FIRST BOOK!* The Circus of Chaos Book 3: Circus of the Damned Synopsis: Charlie and his young son, Vlad, are in search of a new home after their town has become riddled with an illness that has taken the lives of most of the town’s inhabitants. Heavily pregnant Zelda has just emigrated from Poland to the United States of America to escape civil unrest. After searching for a new home and wandering the great, vast country, Charlie and Zelda happen to stumble upon a traveling circus caravan where they seek refuge. Welcomed with open arms, Charlie and Zelda integrate into circus life on the road. Lady Casondra, a Fortune Teller who is the head of the circus, has plans of her own, though: to have eternal youth, beauty, and power, and sees her opportunity in Charlie and Zelda. There is something dark and dangerous happening behind the scenes of the circus, and for some reason, the head of the circus seems to be centered in the middle of it. When Lady Casondra plots for her perfect future and starts acting on her plan to be the best of the best, will Charlie and Zelda survive her evil wrath? Available now on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FY4DGY1D

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#WritersLife #writingcommunity #NewRelease #authorlove

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a woman in a pink dress with the words " i 'm obsessed " above her ALT: a woman in a pink dress with the words " i 'm obsessed " above her

#vss365 #poetry

Want
a whisper on skin
seductive and tempting within

Eyes
meeting bodies yearning
desires igniting burning
In the depths of passions #obsessed

More
blissful wanting fuelled by just a glance

In #quest for land,
oil & spoils
they rained down fire
on hapless children
total annihilation
erasure of a generation

leadership
steeped in depravity
shed crocodile tears
rewrote war crimes
as victorious scores
media sang swan songs
and poets wrote bedtime lores

~rev
#vss365

found her abandoned
wet hungry & wild
dirty brown & almost broken
She was silence personified
But motherhood
broke her quiet
she would guard her own
became a fierce, protective queen
Upon her cardboard throne
Touch them once, hear the growl
She wasn’t #timid no more
~rev
#vss365

#Velocity has direction
while speed is just a number
a needle trembling on the dial
thrill ride sensation
between zero & redline
that’s why
we’ve a speedometer
with miles to measure
and a wide trunk😉
But rockets
don’t bother with dials
They rise with their tails on fire

~rev

#vss365

Arduous and futile
to make-’em understand
plays of a deceit
scheming shrewd minds
festering of fear & dread
malevolent threads
ever spooling lies
widely spread

#obsessed with
their crafted guise
fabricating shifting trends
sinister designs
when will all this end?

~rev
#vss365

In #quest for land,
oil & spoils
they rained down fire
on hapless children
total annihilation
erasure of a generation

leadership
steeped in depravity
shed crocodile tears
rewrote war crimes
as victorious scores
media sang swan songs
and poets wrote bedtime lores

~rev
#vss365

Arduous and futile
to make-’em understand
plays of a deceit
scheming shrewd minds
festering of fear & dread
malevolent threads
ever spooling lies
widely spread

#obsessed with
their crafted guise
fabricating shifting trends
sinister designs
when will all this end?

~rev
#vss365

Arduous and futile
to make-’em understand
plays of a deceit
scheming shrewd minds
festering of fear & dread
malevolent threads
ever spooling lies
widely spread

#obsessed with
their crafted guise
fabricating shifting trends
sinister designs
when will all this end?

~rev
#vss365

Now why would I be obsessed with you? We’re better than that cliché. I’ll just swish your name in my mouth, slather it on my lips, slow‑burn red, take it for a stroll through the park, letting it flutter over my shoulder with the bees and hummingbirds. Then I’ll tuck it into bed beside me, spoon it shamelessly, whispering “goodnight” at 2:35a.m. when my mind has bargained a thimble of sleep.

#vss365
#obssessed

I wish to cease to exist sometimes
just vanish into the thin air
it's not Thanatos
I have enough Eros
to go on living for a thousand years
I am having the Prufrock complex
tired of decisions
and indecisions
the universe doesn't stop for anyone
it won't for a #miniscule me
#vss365

#unityoverdivision

a person wearing a pair of bunny slippers with big smiles on them ALT: a person wearing a pair of bunny slippers with big smiles on them

‘However,’ said Dad standing by the door, ‘the trajectory wasn’t well chosen and the doll hit your sister.’ Joe whispered, ‘It was,’ and Dad stepped forward. ‘Careful,’ he said. ‘Else the #velocity at which my slipper reaches your bum will be shocking.’ Joe was silent #vss365

She is brittle, a glass chipping in the wind, soft like sun caught in a mother’s hair, unsure like the arc of a memory at dusk. She loves with a velocity that outpetals light as it searches for footfalls on a lonesome sand. Her touch is a soft‑floating leaf afraid to ripple the jar of morning water. Yet she feels so loud, a shout piercing a quiet ear, so misplaced, a birch leaf laid on the branch of a juniper. She collects not heartbeats, nor longing whispers aimed at her shore. But for him, she becomes the earth, waiting for his rain to dapple her with sweet rivulets, a red rose bending toward his hand, a kiss hovering between his breath and lips. And the cold ache of the horizon melts to warmth when she’s drizzled in him and he in her.

#vss365
#velocity

To exist in #knowing presence
To be conscious of and
tuned to nature’s soft whispers,
reading the subtle shifts,
sensing the unseen as it unfolds.
To unfurl the soul
and open the mind
welcoming nourishing thoughts
to yield,
to grow
and to behold.

That’s living!

~rev
#vss365

Two souls
in the same #orbital plane,
trailing one another
through the dark.

They never meet,
yet their paths collide
Same gravity,
different sides of time.

One stayed awake
for the other to rise
They unite for a moment,
before the timeline dies.

~rev
#vss365
📸 self

#Velocity has direction
while speed is just a number
a needle trembling on the dial
thrill ride sensation
between zero & redline
that’s why
we’ve a speedometer
with miles to measure
and a wide trunk😉
But rockets
don’t bother with dials
They rise with their tails on fire

~rev

#vss365

#vss365 #poetry #prose

Love came along the sun rose over Jupiter Saturn & Mars
But it came back from the dark side of the moon
My smile then swallowed by a blackhole—whole
Clouds tried to harpoon me into clear skies but even the shear #velocity of my minds heart speed, can’t bust me out

Two souls
in the same #orbital plane,
trailing one another
through the dark.

They never meet,
yet their paths collide
Same gravity,
different sides of time.

One stayed awake
for the other to rise
They unite for a moment,
before the timeline dies.

~rev
#vss365
📸 self

The #stellar witnesses
Always looking down on us
Wish to turn away
#haiku #vss365 #poetry

You were always a step ahead of me— amazing how a single stride can shift the whole horizon. You’d already released me before I even felt the shift, while I still drifted in your wake, tossing petals at your shadow, until the moment you slammed your brakes, and I collided with our tombstone, my name carved in stellar-like granite, I gave my warmth so freely, asking only for yours, but it always seemed tied to the wind. Now I listen for a soft RIP in the devil’s still, but all I hear is a silence of reasons dressed in lovers’ ashes and charred whispers of my heart

#vss365
#stellar