A limerick With accursed weakness for Adonises (Whether Jorges, Olegs, or Thomases), The lonely, lovely lady, Beguiled by suitors shady, Would fall head over heels for false promises. Moonwashed weekly prompt Promises
Tag: Trust
Little faces, or: Innocent eyes
A Choka their little faces turn to us for confidence their innocent eyes look up trustingly to ours reach up for our hands wrap themselves around our legs for stability for we epitomize truth embody balance feet grounded in life wisdoms though we're winging it daily Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Little faces, or: Innocent eyes
The root from which a tyrant springs
The people have always some champion whom they set over them and nurse into greatness... This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector -Plato (~427 โ ~347 BCE) The quote I've selected for this week's WQW is deeply troubling to me. It stopped… Continue reading The root from which a tyrant springs
Ready, or: Here she comes
An American sentence: Growing in self-confidence, a child visits her friend unchaperoned. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโt work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing the… Continue reading Ready, or: Here she comes
The most essential ingredient in effective communication…
Trust is the glue of life. It's the most essential ingredient in effective communication. It's the foundational principle that holds all relationships.-Stephen Covey (1932 โ 2012) To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.-George MacDonald (1824 โ 1905) He who does not trust enough, Will not be trusted.-Lao Tzu (6th century BCE) The… Continue reading The most essential ingredient in effective communication…
Dive, or: Drown
Poetry Partners #30 'Dive', a poem by Martha Anewa of 'a young writer's mind' Time to dive into the words you spoke to me, The day you told me you loved me and I thought it was a lie, How little of love I knew back then, Now I'm drowning in the fountain of love.… Continue reading Dive, or: Drown
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