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Forfait sans engagement
Pour lequel on ment
Le tout gratuitement
Gratuit te ment

Forfait sans engagement
Forfait commis
Forfait omis
Faux refait

Forfait sans engagement
Démission en émission
Ô mission omission

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Here’s the poem pictured in the above toot.

Everything, Anything

“Find everything you’re looking for?” a clerk asks
and I say, “I’m still looking for world peace.”
“Can I get you anything else?” a nurse asks
and I say, “Yes, a safe haven for refugees.”
For a millisecond, their faces soften
as they take a deep breath of imagining
then laugh or shake their heads
or commiserate. For a few minutes
we might even discuss
our planet’s highest possibilities.
Maybe that deep breath,
that imagining,
is a starting place.

by Laura Grace Weldon

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Don't forget to check out my poems: https://witheredstumpsoftime.substack.com/

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O.C.D.

One’s Control Delusion
Overwhelmed with Cognitive Dissonance
Only Creating Disharmony
Overreacting to Circumstances of the Day
Oblivious to Creeping Dementia
Over Compensating for Disorder
Organizing Chaos by Design
Odd Conduct Displayed
Often Causing Difficulty
Overruling Commonsense Decisions
Our Consuming Debilitation
On Constant Duty
Oh, Catastrophic Daydreams!

Instead, let’s work to make it stand for Old Condition Defeated!

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Three of my most favoritest #poems that I've composed. https://open.substack.com/pub/witheredstumpsoftime/p/a-mustache-fruit-salad-and-an-old?utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
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Posted up a new Poem on my Ko-Fi page the other day. #PoemsOfMastodon #KoFi #NorthWales

https://ko-fi.com/post/A-Poem-for-North-Wales-U7U2MLPFA

Today's #poem: "Between"

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No #writingwonders from me for the past couple of days, so here’s a poem to compensate.
It’s called Cougher.

(At the moment)

#poetry #poemsofmastodon #poem #amwriting

She wasn't well She said Well She was She just had A bit of a cough She said Well I said She'd always been A bit of a cougher Had she She said Yes I said Well She said It just goes to show But anyway Enough about her Would I Like another biscuit

A Poem for #NationalMovieNight on my Ko-Fi

#PoemOfTheDay #poems #WritingCommunity #PoemsOfMastodon #KofiChallenge https://ko-fi.com/post/A-Poem-for-NationalMovie-Night-H2H2M2MPY

New poem on my Ko-Fi page titled "Tree Tops". Please check it out and if you enjoy it please buy me a coffee. #KoFI #PoemsOfMastodon #Poems #Writing https://ko-fi.com/post/Tree-Tops-Poem-P5P2LEKVB

Breathe.
A poem once set to music.

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Breathe I can't sleep I can't breath In this house The breeze creaks in It sucks the air from my mouth The outlook is bleak The winds of change Have changed They blew me out I'm not getting any younger I can't sleep I can't breathe In this house The trees creep in Their roots invade my mouth

SAMARITAN

The last sips of water
I poured into the cracks
of the thirsty field,
for rain and greener grass
the hope could yield,
could save the vast valley
sooner than my soul could heal.

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By A E Housman:

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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The second story of an old brick building painted mustard color and next to it is a tall cherry tree gloriously in bloom. The sky is also gloriously blue and the whole picture is lit by sunlight. The top half of one of the windows reflects the blossoms and the sky and looks like a painting by Van Gogh

Os dejo por aquí este #poema-maravilla de Sara R. Gallardo para un domingo en el que las locas seguimos recibiendo violencias de gente que dice preocuparse por nuestra salud (si necesitáis o si os es más cómodo podéis leer el texto completo en https://poderpopular.info/2020/12/26/sara-r-gallardo-poema-curadme/ ).

💪🏿💜🔥

#SaludMental #Locura
#SororidadLoca #Feminismos

#poesia #poemsofmastodon
#domingoslíricos
#literaverso

#psiquiatrización #ViolenciasPsiquiátricas
#ViolenciaInstitucional

(imagen con el texto del poema):

CURADME
a mis hermanas locas
a las que siguen torturando

Queréis curarme de enfermedad.
Queréis curarme de biología,
de herencia genética,
de mi exclusivo sistema límbico.
Curadme de vacío, si es que sabéis que lo nombro;
curadme de sombras, de diluvios,
curadme de abusos sexuales, de enredaderas creciendo,
curadme de descensos, de entrañas,
curadme de mi pobreza y no os sentiréis tan frustrados.
Curadme de vuestros medicamentos, de vuestra industria,
curadme de vuestra suficiencia,
curadme de vuestras correas, de vuestras coerciones.
Curadme, si queréis, de vuestro dominio sobre lo que siento.
Curadme por dentro las autolesiones,
curadme como profesionales las vidas que he ido extraviando;
curadme del estado de shock de un dolor muy profundo.
Curadme del individualismo que promovéis,
del do it yourself, del “si tú quieres, puedes”.
Curadme de las olas que vienen rompiéndose en mí,
curadme de todas las etiquetas que me habéis hecho colocar y ocultar al mismo tiempo.
Curadme de trabajos mal pagados, de amistades que se alejan;
curadme de la incomprensión de los míos, sobre todo,
curadme de la luz de gas.
Recién comienzo a vivir sin odiar mi sufrimiento,
mientras vuestras palabras lo envilecen.
Yo manejo mi abismo,
salid de él de una vez. Dejad de curarme.
(Sara R. Gallardo)

Biz de bir kere sevinebilseydik.
Çiçek açmış ağaçlar gibi çıldırasıya.
Kimbilir belki bir gün sulh olunca
Biz de deliler gibi seviniriz,
Ağaçları ve baharı taklit ederiz
Renkli bez parçalarıyla donatırız şehri
Renkli ampuller asarız pencerelerden
Kimbilir belki bir gün sulh olunca
Biz de çatır çatır çatlarız binbir yerimizden
Ağaçlar gibi.

✒️ Bedri Rahmi EYÜBOĞLU

21 Mart Dünya Şiir Günü'müz de kutlu olsun 💐
Şiir ile kalın sevgi ile ❤️
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@hashtaggames

Kangaroos group greedily growing
Grain, no grass, all gone
Bound civilly by blood
Tails rocking racing over
The grass denuded ground
Graceful

6 lines of text, poem, prose
Produced prolifically pensively
Personally pacifying

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#haiku #wordoftheday
#letteroftheday

Another peek at our forthcoming inaugural issue (OUT FEBRUARY 15!). This time, an excerpt from a #surreal new #poem by #poet August Chaffin.

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We had to share just one more snippet today from our upcoming Inaugural Issue release (FEBRUARY 15)! This gem comes from an irreverent new #poem by Meredith MacLeod Davidson.

We can’t wait to share this issue with y’all!

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Here's something I wrote a few months back.

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October

October has come round again.
The cat, curled like a fuzzy
question mark,
almost seems to float
against the white of the duvet.

Outside, leaves cling to their trees
or to the dark,
knowing they are safe for now:
it is the light that catches them and
colours their slow feather fall

and as I type, the question mark
twitches and unshuts one eye.

#CatsOfmastodon
#PoemsOfMastodon

Sorry about reposting; I posted it yesterday at 23.00 and it sank without trace. Could be the post, could be the time. I will not make a habit of this! (See comment.)
So if you like it, please boost; if not, well, at least it's short:

Dancing barefoot

I give up.
I give up on words.

Shut me up.

Take me to the dance
and I will bow.

I will surrender.

Take me down
and take me longing.

Shut me up.

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https://youtu.be/1Z9G8BdnFGs )

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#PattiSmith

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