Marjolein

Happy Mother's Day Our gift this year to Mother Earth More governments beguiled by greed Too late we’ll comprehend her worth Again more climate debt incurred Each broken record beat, repeat Our gift this year to Mother Earth We all should be on red alert Instead, her sources we deplete Too late we’ll comprehend her worth Our gaze, not crises, we avert Deep pockets buy our swift defeat Our gift this year to Mother Earth Our home burned up for short-term mirth A race to space, elitist treat Too late we’ll comprehend her worth Her plight denied, each cure deferred We make the choice to overheat Our gift this year to Mother Earth Too late we’ll comprehend her worth

A mother's day villanelle. (Can be read in alt text of the image as well.)

#poetry #poem #climatechange

It looks great! 😃

Love this!

This gift is a lovely gesture
But comes with a little pressure
You think I'll keep this thing alive
And maybe even make it thrive

I'll try my best, I really will
But you've got dreams I can't fulfil
I assume you want this tree to bloom...
Instead you sent it to its doom

#NaPoWriMo

A poem written on a gradient soft yellow and pink background with a large semi-transparent number 8 on it. The poem reads: I know the right number But it seems out of reach When I work on these poems What I don't do is sleep I aim for that number Yet it's not even close "Your alarm's in six hours!" My phone helpfully shows I can't get that number When I go to bed late So my brain's kinda broken Getting nowhere near eight

😴
#NaPoWriMo #aprilpadchallenge

(poem also in alt text)

That's true. (I think I even read somewhere that time is the most commonly used noun in the English language.)

A black and white (tuxedo) cat made of Lego bricks is sitting on a wooden desk, in front of a white wall. The poem below is not part of the picture, but went over Bluesky's character limit: At last I too can have a cat That doesn't make me sneeze Whose aloof, laid-back affection Won't make me itch or wheeze He doesn't need much maintenance No food, no litter box Will not push things off the table Or hiss at any dogs So smooth and sharp, he's hard to pet Won't purr, or scratch, or play Though he can't curl up in my lap I love him anyway

At last I too can have a cat
That doesn't make me sneeze
Whose aloof, laid-back affection
Won't make me itch or wheeze

(Full poem in alt text)

#NaPoWriMo

The flies buzz
The dogs bark
(The cats are nowhere to be found)
It's so hot
It's so dark
(Nobody wants to stick around)
Just one word
Just one spark
(Enough to burn it to the ground)

... Nonsense for today's #NaPoWriMo 😐

(Torment Nexus)

When life imitates art
Lifting plots from science fiction
Just the tech, and not the heart
When life imitates art
We must all be on our guard
For utopian predictions
When life imitates art
Lifting plots from science fiction

- a triolet for #NaPoWriMo

Yeah, time might be too big of a subject for a fairly short poem. XD But I've also been thinking about how I'm spending my time, and how to use my time better, maybe.

Small black text on a gray and white gradient background: We keep trying to change the world, but it seems impossible when we watch the news and see history repeat itself. What if we hold a rally, be silenced and will not be able to keep fighting? There will always be people who will try to burn the world down, and Things will get dire, but we've seen it all happen before. We will be tempted to give up, because What's the point? We will be tempted to give up, because we've seen it all happen before. Things will get dire, but: try to burn the world down, and there will always be people who will be able to keep fighting and will not be silenced. What if we hold a rally, and see history repeat itself? When we watch the news it seems impossible to change the world, but we keep trying.

First (finished) palindrome poem attempt...
#NaPoWriMo

(poem also in alt text)

Messages waiting
Unanswered
Infinite backlog

😅
#NaPoWriMo

Thanks! 😄 I'm trying to remember to post whatever I manage to write on here.

Time doesn't fly It rolls in with the tide It's a walk in the park (on your own, after dark) Time can't be saved With its wild, crushing waves Feel its calm, steady flow (of regrets, fear, and hope) Time can't be kept Never loose, never trapped That hazy illusion (lacks start and conclusion)

#NaPoWriMo Day 3...

⏳Time⏳

(can also be read in alt text)

It's midnight again
Today's palindrome poem
Too lofty a plan

🙃
#NaPoWriMo

A poem written in black text on a soft pink background: So slowly, near unnoticed, all was lost Preoccupied, we looked the other way I guess we didn't know what it would cost I can't remember all the lines we crossed Into the great wide open did we stray So slowly, near unnoticed, all was lost The scalding sun, the treetops lined with frost We'd play pretend the skies had not turned grey I guess we didn't know what it would cost It almost feels like we were double crossed As if there'd been a way for us to stay So slowly, near unnoticed, all was lost We never thought we'd see our names embossed So sure there'd always be another day I guess we didn't know what it would cost The future that we banked on just got tossed And now we're left with nothing but decay So slowly, near unnoticed, all was lost I guess we didn't know what it would cost

Attempting #NaPoWriMo this month...

Thank you! 😃❤️ (I'm still struggling with the best format for posting stories like this on Bluesky - although remembering to post here at all is also still challenging, tbh. 😆😂)

No Adventures Fairy tale (-ish) 285 words Rhyming fiction The road she walked felt smooth and... wrong. No thrilling adventures nearing. She sought and yearned for twists and turns, yet wandered a hundred clearings. On bright and sunny days she searched for dark and dangerous business. But all was fine, no signs of crime, nor villainy did she witness.

These are the first paragraphs of the short (rhyming) story I wrote this week. To read all 285 words of it, visit my site: wp.me/pdXzHE-5E

#shortstory #rhymingfiction #fairytale

Have finally coded a Small Language model. Responds to any input with “wow, that’s a lot of words” and then shuts down

While I agree that 1945 *should* really be only 60 years ago, it was, in fact, almost 80 years ago. 😉

Tapping the "FASCISM IS AN IDEOLOGY OF THE AESTHETICS OF POWER; RIDICULE THE AESTHETICS AND THE POWER PROJECTION COLLAPSES" sign again

White text against a blue (sky) background: Give us a scapegoat Somebody to blame Someone to embody Our fears and our shame Cry witch hunt Point fingers Belittle Cry wolf Sell us delusions Vend thinly veiled hate Deceive, vent, distract us Until it's too late

Going to try to post more on here, starting with this poem. (Not sure if posting them in a picture format works well here though.)
Poem also added to the alt text.
#poem #buttonpoetry #poetry

To Protect The castle walls stood wide and tall “To protect”, they said, “should villains call” The princess in its highest keep “To protect”, they said, “our moats run deep”

I finished my story! You can read it here: bit.ly/toprotectthe...

It's sort of a fairy tale, I guess. And it rhymes.

#shortstory #shortstories

Going to use my day off to try to finish the (rhyming...) short story I've been working on.

(I have said this just about every time I had a day off these past few months, but at some point I will run out of things to rewrite... right?)

I'm assuming "agonising" isn't really the way you're supposed to describe coming up with a casual 30 word post.

Agonising over what to post on social media (something witty? something profound? a smart observation?) is always a great way to ensure my mind will suddenly go completely blank.