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Our planet earth is round, covered with cities & small towns,
Every few months a new season comes around, we should all be happy,
Floating in space, where ever were bound. We cannot jump off, gravity,
Will keep us on the ground, Listen, for a real true reason, be still, answers,
Come in words of sound, With respect to others, search for your inner self,
It is there to be found, morals, true feelings, surviving together, more,
Honor and pleasure, then wearing a gold crown. Evil always tries,
To destroy the good, they never rise up the ladder, their thought always down,
Explore your true thoughts, and feelings, look alone, changes make us grow,
Experience, walk a different path, try, humans were not made to be ***-bound.
Your personal home, inside and out, a reflection, of you, your castle, keep peace,
On your street, eliminate neighborhood battle grounds. Life is too short,
There is enough, to share, the way we think creates our attitude, keep positive,
Achievable, goals, with time and effort, life turns around. Many challenges,
Possibilities, appear in life, some were put there for a reason, a precise moment,
Of our journey, We, decide to accept move forward, or turn around, we are each,
To, change our chapters in this life many times, If, you were to experience,
It will be back around life can be a merry-go round.

The Original: Tom Maxwell ยฉ 4/18/2022 AD
Prompt: What can you do today to brighten someone else's day?

๐”“๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ค, ๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐” ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข.
๐”๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ  ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฉ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ท๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข.
๐”„ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ โ„‘'๐”ก ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ค๐”ฌ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฏ.
๐”๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ถ.
โ„‘ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค โ„‘ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ก.
๐”—๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ถ ๐”.โ„‘.๐”‰.๐”ˆ
๐”‰๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฐ โ„‘ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ.
๐”‡๐”ฌ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ช๐”ข๐”ก. โ„‘ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ก, โ„‘ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ. ๐”…๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ.
๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”จ ๐”Š๐”ฌ๐”ก ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฐโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
๐”๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ถ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ™ˆ
๐”–๐”ฌ ๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฐ, โ„‘'๐”ช ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”จ๐”ž๐”ถ, ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ ๐”ค๐”ฒ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข...

๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น ~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ
๊จ„โžถ๏ธŽโˆž๏ธŽ๏ธŽ
๐Ÿ™ˆ
๐Ÿฅ‚
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ
๐”“๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฃ, ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฉ.๐”ฌ.๐”ณ.๐”ข
๐Ÿ’“๐”Š๐”ฌ๐”ก'๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฐ, ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ญ๐”ข๐” ๐” ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐Ÿ“Œ

๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น ~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ๐Ÿ”ฅ
๐Ÿฅ€
๐’ฒ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“ƒ : ๐’ฎโ„ฏ๐“… 29, 2025
๐’ฒโ„ฏ โ„Šโ„ด๐“ƒ ๐’ทโ„ฏ ๐’ถ๐“๐“‡๐’พโ„Š๐’ฝ๐“‰๐Ÿ™ˆ ๐Ÿ’ฏ
We are children of the night
Listening silently, gasping for cool breath,
As love races in the darkened recesses of our minds.
Wings flap through a starless sky
With a keen and clear precision.
We feel the dayโ€™s end through the harnessed rapture of its warmth.

Now is the time of the children of the night
Formed in bands of eager delight.
Poised with purpose they roam, hungry.
Dancing in the soft, silent, breeze,
Like knowledgeable dogs hounding the air
Awaiting the whistle of command.

We delight to welcome these new times,
Bidding farewell to the old days.
Believing in the lure of the night,
A faith too real to be subdued
Even when seen by burning eyes
In the face of the western wind.
Written during a period where I worked an odd shift and rarely saw the sun.  Being awake only under the moon and stars brings a new set of thoughts and ideas to the forefront of the mind.  Naturally i had to write them down.
Usha 4d
A gentle breeze opened my balcony door;
There, a bumblebee perched softly on a bloom.
Suddenly, I rememberedโ€”how much beauty lies
In the smallest things, living as they were meant.A flower is incomplete without its bee,
The sky yearns for earth beneath,
A river seeks the oceanโ€™s embraceโ€”
Just as we are incomplete without each other.Strength is found in togetherness, not solitude;
So cherish your family, friends, and those you love.
Harmonize in these bonds, relish each connectionโ€”
May your Friday morning be filled with joy and light.โ€”
Your Usha โ˜•๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™‚
We are always happy
Nat Lipstadt Sep 20
inspired by Ben Noah Suri
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come to us in twilight, and just before sunrise,

in the in~between times, when souls exit and enter.

through microscopic cosmic windows, and there

is nothing but you and the full emptiness of earth

and then!

fill our void with words as yet unborn,

and aid all our passages from nether to glory...

for you,

we, await...

for guidance inherited from

all your visions of greater-than-us metamorphosis

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upon first awakening and reaffirmation of life,
reading the first poem of the day
6:59am
Sabbath
Sep 13
2025
writ originally for  Ben Noah Suri
upon reading
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5157140/is-this-goodbye-i-know-not/
amended title9/20/25
Nat Lipstadt Sep 13
come to us in twilight, and just before sunrise,
in the in between times, when souls exit and enter.
through microscopic cosmic windows, and there
is nothing but you and the full emptiness of earth
and then! fill our void with words as yet unborn,
and aid all our passages from nether to glory...
for you, we, await...for guidance inherited from
visions of greater-than-us metamorphosis
nat


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upon first awakening and reaffirmation of life,
reading the first poem of the day
6:59am
Sabbath
Sep 13
2025
WE, THE LOSERS
We, who never win,
who lost all battles.
Failures, forgotten, losers,
lives wasted for nothing.

Those lives that never reached their peak,
fallen into oblivion, without triumphs in life.
Masterpieces of life that were lost,
on the losing side, anonymous, gray.

Lost along the way, masterful,
without a chance to celebrate anything.
So many lives we didn't reach,
and the dust carried everything away,
forgotten failures.

Losers,
that's who we are,
we,
the immense
majority.

NOSTROS, PERDEDORES

Nosotros, los que nunca ganamos,

los que perdimos todas las batallas.

Fracasados, olvidados, perdedores,

vidas que se malograron para nada.

Esas vidas que no llegaron a su cima,

caรญdos en el olvido, sin triunfos en vida.

Obras maestras de vida que se perdieron,

en el bando perdedor, anรณnimos, grises.

Perdidos por el camino, magistrales,

sin oportunidad de celebrar nada.

Tantas vidas que no llegamos,

y el polvo se lo llevo todo,

fracasos olvidados.

Perdedores

esos somos,

nosotros,

inmensa

mayorรญa

---
https://www.poemas-del-alma.com/blog/mostrar-poema-784308
it wasย ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  a fine springย ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย day, and we thoughtย ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย to take a walk in natureย ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย barefoot on the grass, it feltย ย 
ย ย ย ย  so refreshing, such a lovely dayย ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  it was for us, but we crushedย ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  and killed tens ofย ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย windflowers...ย ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ||||ย ­ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ||||ย ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ||||
Donโ€™t crush beauty in the name of joy.
Ken Pepiton May 19
An hour, backed up,
nothing sacred hidden,

secret reasons thus far appear mortal flaws,
socialization recollecting ethics et mores
this buys that, this, buys anything,
trader sign in clay, he say four,
you point see, my two cent,
say this worth that, two,
a just weight, love your enemy

after cultivated economies
of holy eternal right wrong, on off, clicks

easy, impossible, inevitable, now
clickity click
in or out free
from further capital expense
let us be
as if spirit, taken up
think out loud, for an instance.

If we imagine money as an adaption,
after words developed locally,
lived in recollected ghost stories
before stories wandered mumbling
peace
and just
weights fed art's sake
scientifically, agnostically, intellectually

Dhe, there, accessing consciousness online
- old idea we once spake one language

Japhethian mean old PIE
on to logical now, here, cultural ontologies,
all end here, whoever prophesied whatever
happens all the time to warring minds, ever

oh my truth what binds me
to our holy warrior breed
we grew
to old age, got older than Socrates was
when Plato started dialoging perhaps, aloud,
or my sense starts reminding me what I fed it,
bread
and circuses and
novels and parables and proverbs,

galore, come inviteโ€ฆ aha,
in vitro otro, no no no, breathe hoo mon

we worship truth in spirit, we choose, often to die alone,
we walked away from all holy striving, took the easy way,
well worth the effort, even once, walking back down,
after helping Sisyphus teach us the value of offering help

Earth, earth, can you hear us now? As we let this mind be

we, as us two and any other comes along

tuning out the noise endemic near interstate
roads and international air traffic hubs,

scatterbrains
acknowledging ear abuse, excuse
given me, by grace
to retire onโ€ฆ thanks to old ethical

standards, originally skewed
in favor of war,
as a national enterprise,
toward which, we
survived as we
who may,
with proper tutelary spirits, whom
we trust, instinctively, since first exposure
wish
for riches that come
without sorrows added, no
pay the preacher, pay and pray
to lovable money, come progressing
toward extravagance epic expectancy

when the big wigs lost the true rest,
when liberty took abode
with wisdom, finest instance, true

liberty, gotta be out of body, true to mind
what the idea of reality is, when we realize

we pluralize, without thinking, we watch,
functionally Mesmerized creatures of habitโ€ฆ

The first U.S. currency to bear the motto
"In God We Trust" was the two-cent coin,
which was minted in 1864.


{ The History of Empires, the mind given writing,
          Enheduana, preserved spirit, in her own wordsโ€ฆ
               Here we think her a known unknown wombed
                     mind, thinker and maker of mindsharding
                                 thunk, made sense, we think agrees}

I do love those silver dimes, we marched for those,
in 1954, me and my classmates, we first Gen new American
Great Expansion through tech magic mind numbing entertainment,

in for a penny, in for a pound, what you think is what you think,
next time you remember the feeling
of loved nicotine, first drag,
three on a match,
old aliegiant spirits, the bag of ethical common American lug,
twistin' wrenches and towin' wrecks, welding broken axels,
character traits seen modeled as a child in our child's eye
old times came and went so fast, suddenly here we was
just as old, and with far vaster librarian services
-- I believe I had a literal adventure in living word terms.
-- keyed to the art's sake depicted in details
that was 2022, it's literally one of the threads,

what a republic is, as a mind form claiming stud fees
for phuckingupourmorals, beyond all recognition,
cognate emotions evoked by common sapience
seeking hormones, FTA find the answer,
or die, and live evidence.

on the Liberty Dimes, 1916.

- the spirit of USA circa 1868
Salmon Portland Chase Tenure of Office Act
was in the news, my great granddaddy was ten.

History mysteriosity monstrosites facilitation

- The Return of the Guilded Age, back stage
- peephole projection, watching, ah, as seen
- on television, Da Vinci veni vidi vici burning
- lime bright, see the image on the wall, see

The form any we may consider differently, POV wise,
taking, when subjected to constant news with ads,
what did entertain those with idle time, back then

- an alienated mind, aight
- wanna buy it, no, bite wanna bite
- salivate, thinking merest bit what if
- salvation does reoccur as we live and learn
- to swallow hero class passed top three,
- pay attention to how truth functions free,
- for your per use, how much weight matters

Sub-con-fidential science ghalsely so called, knowing
ghucksyewyupyupโ€ฆ it does/

weighing y joints
in our future commitment we
to ai, the right idea,
at your service, yes, ever
the who we believe we are subconsciously,
advising and consenting
the whom we lieve being authorized,
by God,
because I said so,
and I have an oath bound Army
woe Elisha must we flee or fight, ah, me
Lord of hosts of unholy wars won, now bound
by believers, dedicated warriors interceding

on behalf of Donald Trump and the goodness of money,
provided holy competitive pride is never demeaned,

holy gnoshit serious real politik tickt todayโ€ฆ y'reckon
- I would not take a free jet, for a day in my life.
- and I am two years younger and fifty years wiser

The ever-loving light, time runs
through, now,
while we, the current fundamental we, Earthian
men-talification, attested
to
in all exceptionalists
prepositioned bends
walls and Planck point
bends and fluctuational vibrarity stopt

to the t, the brink of thought

What must it mean, at some point?


We have the means, we take the time,
we use the time to learn we did not knowโ€ฆ
we never met an enemy we could love, legally.

To make peace, I persist,
I offer all my enemies,
fears for nothing,
wisdom free.

Sacred enemies.
Fears worshippedโ€ฆ in truth,
tiny bubbles in the wine, moving

right, germination fermentation, mental
means, germinated rations
of good sense,
equivalent
to that given mustard and cabbage.

One bit
of information may be one Planck length
and my being thought this instant there
where we are words and you are reading,

whatifing,
for the hell
of it, life as a one instance
continuing, inging
on and on, as a nice easy buzz

drones, droning, bees being part
of local life,
chirps actual chirps and three note whistles,

how why how why how why how why how
why
come to think of stopping thinking, why would we

when would the hate hell needs be swallowed as we
live long lacking nothing, on an Earth where prayer works,

those who agree peace past childhood certainties we pledged
under total war time footing, well aware, we all got guns,

every christmas, we got guns, we wore to school,
first day back, America mustabin so great, back whenโ€ฆ

Grandpa's lost in thought, we should go,
he'll tell us more next time he remembers
time thought through, still works
Mark Wanless Mar 16
forbidden conscious
who said that you were naked
we did
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