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Light lives among darkness and clouds
Where shadows fear to walk
Faint steady gold
This day sings for you

#PhotoMonday #poetry #SmallPoetry #erbaulich

The Lord created the world and gave it order:
For everything, a place, and space, and border.

#couplets #SmallPoetry

God's love and power will lead you far, where fear
Would hold you back, for he is always near.

#couplets #SmallPoetry

One light, two lights, three
Multitudes dance round a tree
Fragments of the sun

#DailyHaikuPrompt - fireflies

#Haiku #SmallPoetry #ShortPoem

"FreeSpeech - the American Dream Activism activists Advocacy advocates barrier barriers biased biases bias toward maga gop maga maga maga gop maga maga bias maga-biased maga gop gop maga barrier free-speech by the Statue of Liberty" #smallpoetry #haiku #maga #fascism #smallpoem #activism

Punished

Not only do I feel dead I feel though a zombie
Of which ashes only remain.
Weak, tho somehow life flails to grasp at me.
As I lay in pile scorched by acid rain.

Punished me?
By which God!
Who brought pain to this mortal form I be,
Cast down from heaven by sacred rod.

It coninues into thread.

(I am ill, kinda pissed and so decided to take a shower. This just came to me.)

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#mastoprompt #foreign

Foreign Coin

I came across a foreign coin,
In an old pouch of suade,
On a treasure hunt I had to join.
Into my pocket I continue with spade.

Of it's journey I wonder
As I heave and tire,
Who hid it for me to plunder,
I question thinking to retire.

The head, did it have great fame,
It of lord or perhaps tsar
What distant shore had it came?
I wonder if it travelled near or far.

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#MastoPrompt #quality
Prisoner

Of what quality I be?
I asked in the mirror thee
No response I search my mind
Oh! I feel so blind
I don't feel too brill
As prisoner in my head I am still.
I feel not kind or strong
But that everything is wrong.
Damaged and broken,
Wish something within me would awaken.

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#MastoPrompt #journey

Journey

Where will my journey end?
Over a mountain, across a lake,
Up hills and down vale
Through rain and hail
And forest where Autumn is soon to take.

Where will my journey end?
Upon it will I make a friend
Trudging these paths dry and wet,
Not a human soul have I yet met.
Perhaps they'll be around this bend.

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Cinnamon rolls and blueberry muffins,
fresh chopped fruit,
coffee,
tea,
and juice,
a silver tray reflects the present
but not the future.

#MastoPrompt #SmallPoem #SmallPoetry

Vibrant colors from the Black Mesa Landscape-like desert foreground
press themselves hard against the pastel hues
hanging in the late afternoon sky.

I’ve been walking for hours.

Night’s fingers slowly and gently pull the sun out of sight,
extinguishing all forms of light.

I stop to rest.
The cold wraps around me like a blanket.

As I drift off to sleep,
your soothing memory guides me,
I will be home soon.

#MastoPrompt #SmallPoem #SmallPoetry

Alone and
Falling in a familiar dream state
Through colorful
Explosions
Resembling
Meticulously handcrafted
Artwork like
“The Garden of Earthly Delights” or
Hokusai’s “The Great Wave.”

prompt word = aftermath

#MastoPrompt #SmallPoem #SmallPoetry #Poetry #AcrosticPoem

I breathe deeply the cold December night,
the white reflective clouds,
the dimly lit stars,
the luminous moon,
every spec of light,
consumed by me,
nothing left for you to see,
good night.

#MastoPrompt #SmallPoem #SmallPoetry

The Starved Night,
bitter cold wind,
shameful moon glow on the frantic water,
sleeping shadows lie upon the forest floor,
while towering trees dance upon the thirsty shore.

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A single beam of golden light,
shines through my bedroom window every night,
even with the thick white shades drawn tight.

It’s you that I see,
in the form of fading memories,
as you lie down next to me,
emptiness and sadness flee.

In the morn’,
I wake predawn,
you are gone,
but your spirit will forever live on.

#MastoPrompt #SmallPoem #SmallPoetry

She walked away from the river,
her pants soaked,
shoes caked with mud,
scent of decay overwhelming,
it's stick season.

River banks overflowing,
not quite like during the spring of 2022,
when ancient trees toppled,
massive stones moved for the fist time in a 100 years,
bridges washed out,
all life torn from the ground.

A year later,
nature’s rebound,
life alongside the Winooski thriving,
her home safe,
for now.

#MastoPrompt #SmallPoem #SmallPoetry