Still Waters

~~~ It is overwhelming. Thoughts and words whirl in my head desperate for release. Churning like the sea in a hurricane. No structure. No sense. No rhyme or reason. The pressure building till pen and paper burst the dam. A torrent of flimsy concepts, half thoughts, and unrefined prose spew across the page. Arrows and … Continue reading

Still Waters

~~~ It is overwhelming. Thoughts and words whirl in my head desperate for release. Churning like the sea in a hurricane. No structure. No sense. No rhyme or reason. The pressure building till pen and paper burst the dam. A torrent of flimsy concepts, half thoughts, and unrefined prose spew across the page. Arrows and … Continue reading

Still Waters

~~~ It is overwhelming. Thoughts and words whirl in my head desperate for release. Churning like the sea in a hurricane. No structure. No sense. No rhyme or reason. The pressure building till pen and paper burst the dam. A torrent of flimsy concepts, half thoughts, and unrefined prose spew across the page. Arrows and … Continue reading

The Craft, a poem by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

I threw a dictionary onto potter’s wheel,
And watched as the words turned…

The Flat-bottomed Taco Shell

I remember laughing with friends about the fact that in 1969 we could put a man on the moon with the computing power of one of today’s lesser cell phones, and yet it took us 40 more years to figure out we could put a flat bottom on a taco shell.

Still Waters

~~~ It is overwhelming. Thoughts and words whirl in my head desperate for release. Churning like the sea in a hurricane. No structure. No sense. No rhyme or reason. The pressure building till pen and paper burst the dam. A torrent of flimsy concepts, half thoughts, and unrefined prose spew across the page. Arrows and … Continue reading

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Is the day soon coming for the poet,
When they will be replaced by AI?

Living On the Edge

We must rail against what is normal,
Push the boundaries in every way…

But Paper and Ink

But, alas, the poet is not given such things,
Our words in short rows is all we can bring…

Words of Yore

Why do we mimic poets past,
In the forms so dated and old?

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

Poetry collection

Work by Rain Alchemist

Paul's Poetry Playground

It's Time to Play...

yaskhan

Verba volant, scripta manent !