Gloria A. DryGarden

May all the birds call out…

A thousand quivering children,
Dream of boats, of forests,
Of safety.
Call their names.
The birds carry their songs
To the stars.

#micropoetry

I join your movie;
when you reach the part
Where your hearts swell

And your touch slows to
Sweetness,
you cuddle, a head on a shoulder

I curl into you
nestle into your heartbeats
Like a cat

I purr in the glow
And drink in your love
Until my heart beats
With yours.
Gently
You stroke my hair
#poem

This line speaks to me
“allowing hollow-eyed ghouls to abuse insider information so they can profit from death,”

So apt

Trump turned his power into a racial crusade a long time ago. Calling that out isn’t stirring division. This is telling the truth.

I’m happy to say I don’t know what a labubu is

A poem to correct course,
to make the blind see,
will strip the paint off furniture
and rip the lies out of the lying ones,
all the way to the roots
the way the little mermaid lost her tongue
strong magic to come to consciousness
For love

The ship can right itself
that might be what it takes.
#poem

He said it was ok if people died
Because of money & personal pride.
The people who worked for him usually lied

A poker game ends, players fold
Big men and old try to win all the gold

The people with hearts see
the ones who were harmed
Our neighbors and friends
Want the destruction disarmed
#poem

If you could follow me back..
There are poems.
Micro and instant poems, of unknown quality.

He said it was ok if people died
Because of money & personal pride.
The people who worked for him usually lied

A poker game ends, players fold
Big men and old try to win all the gold

The people with hearts see
the ones who were harmed
Our neighbors and friends
Want the destruction disarmed

“ Those of us who hear the screams of the dying
must give voice to them,
so those who don’t hear may learn to listen.”
- W.G.

R, a List of Realities

“Representatives of ancient civilizations”
Reckless

ruins
Wreckage

Relegate
Real estate

Remorse
Regret
Repair
Remember

#poems

2nd book, similar desc, fierce caring local characters, loved them.
These are the only two books I read a second time almost immediately, just to hang out with the characters.

Discovery of witches became a trilogy. Total page turners.

My two favorites, but not sword and sorcery, are “ A discovery of witches” by Deborah harkness: fierce powerful characters, ethics, loyalty, caring, danger.
and “freedom and necessity” by emma bull and Steven brust
lmk if you liked.
Not like most fantasy

“Fascism is male. It loves danger, dislikes chitchat, and scorns courting; because of its natural roughness, it uses its fists when necessary; Fascism is as hard as stone; a far cry from the sweet texture of candied fruit that—like the soul of a woman—hides a hard, teeth-cracking pit inside. That suffices to determine its sex. . . . In short, Fascism arouses virility against any sort of effeminateness or weakness of the spirit. It is also against the Petrarchism of poetry, the mysticism of religion, the democratization and liberalization of politics, against dandyism and leniency at school. Is there anything more masculine than that?” -Statement by Italian fascist Giuseppe Maggiore prior to World War II (Benadusi, 2012, p. 29)

The role of racism in the development of fascism is well known. Less widely known, but as important (I'd argue) is the role of sexism. Hegemonic masculinity, with its inherent misogyny and homophobia, has been central to the rise of every fascist movement.

Bless your son..
And so it is and shall be
Amen

( no, I’m not being Christianish, it’s just a format or a mode of saying/ invoking)

Amen
A-ho
For highest good, and harming none

IVIG (Intravenous Immunoglobulin) saved my son's life & kept this man's cancer in remission for 20yrs. For those unfamiliar, treatment involves transfusion of part of the blood donations of strangers--the part with the antibodies created by their immune systems--to reset recipients' immune response.

Be it so, may this become easily affordable and available. May medical research and science have a rebirth in the USA, before the dark ages can set in and swallow everything we’ve held dear.
May this help my beloveds, & their beloveds, to the seventh circle out, of connected belonging and love SMIB

Just so. This was one of my starting points for learning and waking to the situation(s)

How to Dismantle a Concentration Camp Trump’s drive to build a network of detention centers is being met with some robust public resistance.

events really pushed this off the page today but I wrote about the public pressure building against concentration camps

newrepublic.com/post/207116/...

Can there be a word
A constellation of words
Exploding like silent supernovas

Can there be a black hole
Magnetic enough to
Contain or disrupt
These event horizons
Before all BeauTy
Is swallowed up?

Can we direct and discard the terrible
Into compressed singularity
Or burn it away?

#micropoetry

A table
Paper and pen
A blank wall
Rain streaming down windows
Cold morning
Glass of water

Did something happen
How did it feel
was it real?
Still

Swirling lost emotions
drift in shadows
Through a mist
After rains

She holds her pen
And starts

#micropoetry

Tasting the sweetness of your soul
In a silence
Floating in a song of colors
Gently rocking
In a boat
Under starlight

by the way, striking iran without congressional (and/or UN, although they're basically irrelevant) authorization is an impeachable offense.

on the tranquil pond
a heron poised in thought —
not a breath of air

#DailyHaikuPrompt
#haiku #senryu #tanka

Gorgeous.

A sweet ripe pear.
Counting the days
For hardness
To change

Reply coming separately. This is divine.