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  1. get to the beans

    why go to bed
    with so much ahead
    things needing done
    thoughts always wrong
    and people chattering away
    on the other side of the world

    but one thing is clear
    the beans always near
    on the other side of dream
    awaiting to please
    if we just lay down
    our heads and get there

    #poetry #poemaday #coffee

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  2. get to the beans

    why go to bed
    with so much ahead
    things needing done
    thoughts always wrong
    and people chattering away
    on the other side of the world

    but one thing is clear
    the beans always near
    on the other side of dream
    awaiting to please
    if we just lay down
    our heads and get there

    #poetry #poemaday #coffee

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/get

  3. daily bread

    meditation is like a prayer
    opening silent to listen
    or simply to exist together
    with what might be found

    i never know with my mind
    if anything is said, done
    only my tasks for the day
    rise to the front thought

    but i feel it must matter
    if only to remind us that
    i will always look for
    what is beyond me to feel

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/dai

  4. daily bread

    meditation is like a prayer
    opening silent to listen
    or simply to exist together
    with what might be found

    i never know with my mind
    if anything is said, done
    only my tasks for the day
    rise to the front thought

    but i feel it must matter
    if only to remind us that
    i will always look for
    what is beyond me to feel

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/dai

  5. daily bread

    meditation is like a prayer
    opening silent to listen
    or simply to exist together
    with what might be found

    i never know with my mind
    if anything is said, done
    only my tasks for the day
    rise to the front thought

    but i feel it must matter
    if only to remind us that
    i will always look for
    what is beyond me to feel

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/dai

  6. the quiet neighbor

    the evergreen remembers
    all that presses in
    written in bark and rings
    gathering even more
    waters from far deeper
    below the earth, towers
    feeling the air move
    from season to season
    hundreds or thousands
    what does it matter
    small creatures scurry
    with their fast minds
    circles of years by
    the hundreds feeling
    seasons stretch vast
    limbs in the varied breeze
    and the waters falling
    always falling as i rise
    while breathing back my due

    #poetry #poemaday

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  7. the quiet neighbor

    the evergreen remembers
    all that presses in
    written in bark and rings
    gathering even more
    waters from far deeper
    below the earth, towers
    feeling the air move
    from season to season
    hundreds or thousands
    what does it matter
    small creatures scurry
    with their fast minds
    circles of years by
    the hundreds feeling
    seasons stretch vast
    limbs in the varied breeze
    and the waters falling
    always falling as i rise
    while breathing back my due

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/the

  8. A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
    allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-

    #poetry #poems #poem #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  9. A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
    allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-

    #poetry #poems #poem #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  10. A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
    allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-

    #poetry #poems #poem #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  11. A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
    allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-

    #poetry #poems #poem #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  12. A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
    allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-

    #poetry #poems #poem #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  13. large old anger

    the power of anger
    is clarity
    sharp focus
    on the narrow wedge
    whose point begins
    in me
    extending out like
    a binary on or off
    simulation of the sea
    the abstract devoid
    of briny swirls
    dead jelly
    fish shining in light
    or even the darker
    beyond the deadly
    pressure
    miles of water rears
    (🍑)

    #poetry #poemaday

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  14. large old anger

    the power of anger
    is clarity
    sharp focus
    on the narrow wedge
    whose point begins
    in me
    extending out like
    a binary on or off
    simulation of the sea
    the abstract devoid
    of briny swirls
    dead jelly
    fish shining in light
    or even the darker
    beyond the deadly
    pressure
    miles of water rears
    (🍑)

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/lar

  15. Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

    Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
    and whose shepherds mislead them.
    Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
    sages are silenced,
    and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
    lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poet
    #poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  16. Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

    Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
    and whose shepherds mislead them.
    Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
    sages are silenced,
    and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
    lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poet
    #poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  17. Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

    Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
    and whose shepherds mislead them.
    Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
    sages are silenced,
    and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
    lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poet
    #poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  18. Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

    Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
    and whose shepherds mislead them.
    Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
    sages are silenced,
    and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
    lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poet
    #poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  19. Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

    Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
    and whose shepherds mislead them.
    Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
    sages are silenced,
    and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
    lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poet
    #poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay

  20. a place to rest

    home is along
    a messy path
    away and back
    and who we find
    sitting with us
    tall as trees
    or squat
    as shrubs turning
    bright in between
    familiar
    curves following
    familiar ways
    no matter where
    as if hinting
    we were always
    there

    #poetry #poemaday

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  21. a place to rest

    home is along
    a messy path
    away and back
    and who we find
    sitting with us
    tall as trees
    or squat
    as shrubs turning
    bright in between
    familiar
    curves following
    familiar ways
    no matter where
    as if hinting
    we were always
    there

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/a-p

  22. it's never just one

    held through the neck
    so much from outside
    tightens around
    without even knowing
    what it is doing
    in the real ways
    humans feel alone
    and won't even think
    gentler ways also
    may actually help
    what we leave behind

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/it-

  23. it's never just one

    held through the neck
    so much from outside
    tightens around
    without even knowing
    what it is doing
    in the real ways
    humans feel alone
    and won't even think
    gentler ways also
    may actually help
    what we leave behind

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/it-

  24. meditation #1

    vines gather
    the abandoned
    into useful
    support
    to hide what is
    under its own
    growing mass

    #poetry #poemaday

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  25. meditation #1

    vines gather
    the abandoned
    into useful
    support
    to hide what is
    under its own
    growing mass

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/med

  26. where is it?

    hard to remember
    the difference
    between what i know
    what i have learned
    or any process
    differentiating me
    from tactile senses
    that must be true

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/whe

  27. where is it?

    hard to remember
    the difference
    between what i know
    what i have learned
    or any process
    differentiating me
    from tactile senses
    that must be true

    #poetry #poemaday

    simplesigns.asphere.blue/s/whe

  28. Lumen
    A #poetry thread

    i.

    In sable night
    that lacks the stars,
    a sealed off cave.
    A man, five scars.

    The tail of night,
    a crack is heard.
    Black stone is rolled,
    a flight of birds.

    Beloved with
    her oils and herbs.
    She sees the stone
    and finds no words.

    🧵👇🏼

    #poem #poemaday #easter #happyeaster #sunflower #flower #nature #holyweek #anglican #catholic #selectivefocus #spirituality #photography

  29. Lumen
    A #poetry thread

    i.

    In sable night
    that lacks the stars,
    a sealed off cave.
    A man, five scars.

    The tail of night,
    a crack is heard.
    Black stone is rolled,
    a flight of birds.

    Beloved with
    her oils and herbs.
    She sees the stone
    and finds no words.

    🧵👇🏼

    #poem #poemaday #easter #happyeaster #sunflower #flower #nature #holyweek #anglican #catholic #selectivefocus #spirituality #photography

  30. Limbus

    Tree trunk, stripped bare.
    Crossbar, damp air.
    Black clouds, crows caw,
    perched on nails — gone.

    A sign, four words.
    No voice is heard.
    Cramped cave, stone bed
    where herbs lay — bled.

    Long wait, dark night.
    No candles burn bright.
    Hinted return.
    But silence — burns.

    #poem #poemaday #poetry #catholic #anglican #holyweek #holysaturday #goodfriday #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography

  31. Limbus

    Tree trunk, stripped bare.
    Crossbar, damp air.
    Black clouds, crows caw,
    perched on nails — gone.

    A sign, four words.
    No voice is heard.
    Cramped cave, stone bed
    where herbs lay — bled.

    Long wait, dark night.
    No candles burn bright.
    Hinted return.
    But silence — burns.

    #poem #poemaday #poetry #catholic #anglican #holyweek #holysaturday #goodfriday #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography

  32. O, kom er eens kijken
    A #poetry thread

    i.

    A bearded man in miter red
    walks through the streets of cobblestone,
    a Christmas market, where he said
    to children from his wooden throne

    that on the Sixth, his day had come
    to bring them cheer and happiness
    from distant Turkey, his old home
    that once he'd saved with his kindness:

    🧵👇🏼

    #poem #poemaday #sinterklaas #stnicholas #christmas #christmasmarket #people #streetphotography #photography

  33. O, kom er eens kijken
    A #poetry thread

    i.

    A bearded man in miter red
    walks through the streets of cobblestone,
    a Christmas market, where he said
    to children from his wooden throne

    that on the Sixth, his day had come
    to bring them cheer and happiness
    from distant Turkey, his old home
    that once he'd saved with his kindness:

    🧵👇🏼

    #poem #poemaday #sinterklaas #stnicholas #christmas #christmasmarket #people #streetphotography #photography

  34. A cross, bowed
    A #poem in three parts

    i.

    In Dresden, the people once lost
    a church, its bell tower high.
    There’d perched gilded cross —
    until there was fire from the sky

    that rained into streets
    turned to rivers of red
    as flames surged in sheets,
    blazes cresting: even stones bled.

    Our Lady’s high tower
    ringed by Inferno, the pit of all hells,
    collapsed, devoured
    in a crash of brass bells.

    🧵👇🏼

    #poemaday #poetry #dresden #frauenkirche #monochrome #silentsunday #photography