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#vortex ..a mind-expanding #journey into the mysteries of the Akashic Records—the #cosmic archive of every soul’s journey. Blending ancient metaphysics with #quantum theory, Phillip invites readers to explore the vibrational fabric of #reality..

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Break in case in emergency

Piezoelectric energy and technology being used in busy walkways, particularly in high-traffic areas.
20 years ago sidewalks were just concrete. Now they're mini power plants.

Rev. Benjamin R. Cremer (@brcremer)

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I guess I would have to buy the right handed pencil because I don’t have five left hands.

Well, damn. My cardiologist has advised against eating pineapple because of my medication. And that makes me sad because I really like pineapple. But I’d rather get the flavor from the fruit itself. Not from an auto dispenser.

The Ways of a Gentleman (@waysofagentleman) Today, when you’re reading, doing chores, or resting, take a listen to the video below. Beethoven - Piano Concerto No. 5 in E flat major, op. 73, "Emperor" by Krystian Zimmerman, with the Vienna P...

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More on Donald Harrington…Entertainment Weekly called him "America's greatest unknown writer."
Fred Chappell said "Donald Harington isn't an unknown writer. He's an undiscovered continent." Novelist James Sallis wrote in: "… books are the quirkiest, most original body of work in U.S. letters."

I wonder if I’m like the velveteen rabbit and I’m not real yet but one day I will be! How will I ever know? Will you tell me?

This is one of the most beautiful writers in American literature. Sadly, he is not very well known, but I’ve read a lot of his books because that’s how good he is.

I like this poem of memory and emotion by Philip Callow from his 1984 Rivelin Grapheme collection New York Insomnia. I do think his poems and novels should be better known.

I totally don’t understand. I must’ve missed that Health class.

That’s so reminds me of the movie Doctor Strangelove and Peter Sellers roll as the German advisor to the president!

I open. ✍🏽

#poem #blueskypoetry #poetrysky #poetrycommunity #poet #Blacksky #writingcommunity

At least give it some ice cleats for traction

‘Robots in Lithuania’
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However, long this took to set up was time well spent!

I can just see one of their tag lines in their advertisements, when you’ve partied hard like Keith, we will keep you alive.

sound of rain
the rest of nature
goes on mute

#haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (rain)

There is nothing wrong with encouraging a person to continue their evolutionary journey.

Are you considering the upper peninsula of Michigan to be West Michigan?

My reclining La-Z-Boy meets two out of the three requirements: you can sit on it, it doesn’t let you go anywher, but it doesn’t let you peddle. Those type of extra exercise devices cost more

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Poem by Greg Larson: If I Have Not Love In August there were dragonflies, and river grape crowding over the rock face, there were bur oak and basswood, cherry plum and mountain ash, each one a syllable in a green and holy language. Birdsong pipped and see-sawed over an astoundment of dappled teeming flowers. Now it's dark and my beard is frozen and men in masks are beating a kid who works at the grocery store as a matter of national security. There are candles in the street where the body was. The blacktop is blanched with salt.

Across town the frozen lake lies quietly cradling its fish. We're the species, I need reminding, that invented sailboats in addition to genocide. Any given member of the secret police, I suppose, might appreciate the smell of clover or have opinions on typefaces or possess a striking singing voice. Understand, I am working slowly out from under a suffocating hatred. My instinct is to wish these cowards a vicious indwelling of conscience, long lives, and perfect recall.

If we remembered how small we are it might do us good. Here's a fence rail. Rest your chin in your hands and watch the horses far off in the snowfield not thinking about you. Or maybe the birds could help— if every one of them currently aloft descended at once, would it be like a trampoline? Would such thundersome alighting send the rest of us skyward, a tumult of fascists and Appaloosas, hymnals and Sig Sauers whirligigging in the shattered light of the ionosphere or, depending on timing, would it be like love, would it buckle our knees?

Art has been a balm and a flame through this siege. My friend Greg Larson wrote a poem that hit me in the soul. (3 images)

The most important thing you can do these days is to protect your spirit. Protect it with everything in you. Eyes on the future, where the liars and killers get nothing. Endless darkness was their reward. Ours is a healthy planet. Don't stop speaking for her. And don't stop loving creation itself.💕🪶

Poem that reads: I’m sorry For my part in the end of the universe It was not my fault I too am a victim But nevertheless If I could I would remove all sorrow But I cannot be that death So I will be a smaller death The one you need Embrace Exhale Breathe Be a wonder of the cosmos Small and infinite Wonder Maybe next time I can save you all ✨🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥☀️🏝️🌍🪐✨✨🔥

Sometimes I write poetry of subjective quality.

upon leaf's descent
below branch, above soil
i saw my whole life

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