With or without a disability, life demands we engage, either with the help of others or muster the energy ourselves. In other words, find the strength to carry on, to not fold under the force… More
Man 2.0
Drool began to dribble down my chin, making me happy to live in this society. My new robot companion replacement model couldn’t spoil this moment if he tried. I was feeling stimulation on every level. This episode of lust would take a while to subside. His soft body was incredible! The satellite controls were terrific, too, giving me complete control. I stole another glance at his manly features realizing there was nothing ambiguous about him. Just a guess, but I would venture he’d be a better man than a real man!
Oh my! I was going to have some fun!
I was waiting for The Sunday Whirl, but the weekly Wordle didn’t materialize, so I figured I would create my own. I plugged the required number of words into the RandomWordGenerator page, and here’s what it produced.
On The Chopping Block
first romance blossoms
then indifference creeps in
finally love dies
Complications
snip and tuck
here and there
aligning the mind’s image
to public presentation
advances have been made
yet worry arises
as a dilemma presents
in the aftermath
love surrounds
and concern abounds
all hover with care
for best outcomes
right actions secured
the worst scenario averted
then home for attentiveness and recovery
in pain but so much more at ease
slow and steady progress continues
bucket list item checked off
Changes
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Revelation &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #266
hustle is the game at the start
the steam propels the drive
setting the pace of our youth
then aging signals the revelation
that life is slowing down
adjustments are made to lifestyle
accommodating the new stride
mental agitations are felt in our bodies
because we desire to achieve more
as time slips by
Reblogs – Tina Stewart Brakebill & Pat
Humans transition from good to bad and vice-versa and like in nature, darkness will lead to light then return to darkness.
After the Storm by Tina Stewart Brakebill
falling from grace, shame
left cold in the dirt, crying
rising, triumphant
Sickle moon slides down the sky
as dawn seamlessly emerges
dominions thin
worlds blend and blur
life simplifies
pace slows
peace begins the day
Hidden In Childhood – NOW AVAILABLE!!
I am thrilled to have two pieces showcased in this anthology and to be amongst so many of my friends’ beautiful works as well as all the other powerful voices in this book. It is a tremendous undertaking by Gabriela!
It was awesome to know that within hours it was a #1 release!! Here’s what Gabriela emailed us –
We are thrilled to let you know that Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology published by Literary Revelations, is now a #1 Amazon bestseller. This book was made possible by the gorgeous poems you, poets from around the world, sent us. Thank you for trusting Literary Revelations with your poetry. Congratulations! You are now #1 Amazon bestselling poets.
Amazon Description
From authors featured on NPR, BBC, and the New York Times, and from emerging poets, comes a monumental anthology in which every poem sends shivers down your spine. Childhood’s joy and trauma expressed – with stunning talent and sincerity – by over 150 poets in more than 280 poems. Childhood spaces magnified by the human memory, populated by good and bad, by trips to hell and heaven, in an almost Hieronymus Bosch type of atmosphere. Over 150 voices call you to read this book. Read it. You will learn that childhood never goes away. You will be reminded of the beauty of the seraphim and the need to protect children from any form of abuse. 150 voices knock on your door. Open the door. A chorus of childhoods will tell you that our children need love.
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Pieces
Sculptures of Bruno Catalano
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #171
everywhere i go
bits of DNA are strewn
and the echoes of memories
rest in me eternal
Nature Walk
Drumming the moss, I listened for the sound of where the delicious mushrooms were hiding amidst the sounds of the forest’s peace. I continued to hunt for the main ingredient for dinner for another hour. The mud clung to my boots, caking thick as I walked through some of the small floods topped in parts of the woods. The blooms of colorful flowers will dot the landscape with all this rain we’ve been having. Except by the barns, the land would remain faded, considering the amounts of chemicals spread there.
I strolled home, grinning and grateful. Dinner would be yummy!
Protection
steady yourself now
self-respect and compassion
both so important
finding the perfect balance
it is not an easy task
Enduring With Sanity
being alive
forces us to survive
but surviving isn’t living
our days on this earth
will be filled with some shit
but we must rise above
acceptance of our reality
lessens the blows
cools the struggles
joy and comfort
are still to be found
in heaps all around
one foot in front of the other
maintaining balance
homeostasis can be achieved
I wish I could recall what post inspired these thoughts, but I can’t! I do know that it was in response to something Eugenia said. Maybe she remembers? 🙂
I Write Her 