#Poet

2025-12-24

Today in Labor History December 24, 1807: Elizabeth Chandler, poet and abolitionist, was born on this date. In 1825, when she was only eighteen years old, her poem, "The Slave-Ship", was published, leading Benjamin Lundy, a well-known abolitionist and publisher, to ask her to write for his periodical, “The Genius of Universal Emancipation.” Chandler called for better treatment for Native Americans and the immediate emancipation of slaves. She was also responsible for popularizing one of the most famous abolitionist images, the kneeling female slave with the slogan "Am I not a Woman and a Sister?"

#workingclass #LaborHistory #slavery #emancipation #abolition #indigenous #poetry #poem #poet #books #elizabethchandler @bookstadon

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the rain in December, washed away all the memories of the roses, which grow no passing season #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet

2025-12-23

Feathery stillness
opens my vision
across dimensions
and into myself
where the dreaming lives
in winter twilights.

#owl #poetry #smallpoems #mysticism #stillness #poem #poetrycommunity #writer #author #poet #nature

Image by unknown artist on Pexels

Close-up of a snowy owl with yellow eyes.
2025-12-23

New poem! Thoughts welcome :)

This one is entitled "bad photography":
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#poem #poetry #poet #writingCommunity

In a world full of falsehood, it is better to light a candle than curse the darkness #BlueSkyTuesday #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet

Tanya D.TanyaD
2025-12-22

What are you going to create this week?

2025-12-22

Today in Labor History December 22, 1905: San Francisco poet Kenneth Rexroth was born. He was an anarchist, a member of the IWW, and considered by many to be the father of the beat poetry scene, although he never considered himself a beat. Orphaned at a young age, he had very little formal education, but he was an avid reader and taught himself multiple languages. He went on the road as a teen, working along the way as a cowboy cook, a wrangler, peddler and toothbrush maker.

#workingclass #LaborHistory #anarchism #IWW #poet #poetry #books #sanfrancisco #beatnik @bookstadon

A young Kenneth Rexroth, in short sleeve t shirt, mustache with the following poetry quote:

Firepower on the battlefield,
It is all one merely two
Aspects of the same monster.
The Dragon and the Unicorn
Buddhistdoor Global (BDG)buddhistdoor
2025-12-22

✨ Many paths, one moon ✨

🪷 Luminous wisdom from Ikkyu Sojun (1394–1481) 🪷

💛 Where do you glimpse the indivisible within differences? 💛

🔗 Go deeper: youtube.com/@BuddhistdoorGlobal

rain at dusk, washing away all the longing for the jasmine flowers that bloom in your heart #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet

Buddhistdoor Global (BDG)buddhistdoor
2025-12-22

🪷 Buddhistdoor Quote for Today: Ikkyu Sojun (1394–1481) 🪷

✨ Many paths lead / From the foot of the mountain, / But at the peak / We all gaze at the / Single bright moon.— Ikkyū Sōjun (1394–1481) ✨

🔗 Go deeper: buddhistdoor.net

2025-12-21

From last December Kathy Tytler reads her #poem “Winter Solstice” for RG2 #radio
Kathy is the best runner of the Dreading #slam competitors, you will be able to see her at the Grand Slam at Rising sun #arts centre RG1 2ST 19:30 Sun Jan 4th
#showtime #poet #Rdguk

Henrik Fossanchiryo
2025-12-21

Mo I Rana.
Nordkasjotten.
Frøbagels.
Finsk hette.

The everlasting insane manhood. Of oral of mouthgape.

when with you time feels like it doesn't want to go away, because all events have become love #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet

2025-12-20

20 Dec 1608: Richard Stock baptises the baby John Milton future #poet & Latinist #otd at All Hallows Bread St #London (BM/QUB)

I want to make a home inside your calm eyelids, so that I can always see every beautiful twinkle #BlueSkySaturday #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet

2025-12-20

A quotation from William Faulkner

I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

William Faulkner (1897-1962) American novelist
Speech (1950-12-10), Nobel Prize Banquet, Stockholm

More about this quote: wist.info/faulkner-william/534…

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #faulkner #williamfaulkner #humanity #inspiration #literature #poet #poetry #soul #spirit #writer #writing

2025-12-18

Free #livemodel @ #ipn Yesterday night, with our #muse jean-remy the #poet
Next session : january

#toulouse #ipn

Starlight dancing on the dream path, extending from past memories, saying good night to you #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #Poetry #Poem #poet #art

Wish you were here I want to hug you tenderly like the wind hugs the top of a pine tree #BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoets #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BraveWrite #Poem #ScreenWriter #poet

2025-12-16

252 years ago today. men in Boston had enough and poured that tea into the ocean. This year has drained many of us, but we still resist, and the cracks in their empire of lies are starting to show. Keep telling truth to power! 💙💙💙 Here’s some poems. #poetry #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #poems

A poem about collective defiance and unyielding fire. It captures how we rise together, resist oppression, and transform fear into strength.

The Blaze That Burnt the Stars
We lit a fire where the heavens dared to watch,
a blaze that burnt the stars and scarred the night.
No chain could hold us, no shadow could bind us,
we roared against the silence that sought to drown us.

They whispered caution, called it madness,
but our heartbeat was thunder, our voice a comet.
Every fear we faced became a spark,
every spark a storm that could not be tamed.

Through shattered nights we carried each other,
each ember a promise, each flame a vow.
We burned in unison, defying their walls,
igniting the world with what they could not kill.

Together we rose, untouchable, alive,
leaving a sky rewritten in fire and light.A meditation on shared endurance through pain and darkness, finding rhythm, strength, and light in collective struggle.

The Lullaby of Screams
Night draped heavy hands across our chests,
and we listened to the lullaby of screams.
Each echo was a story we thought we’d lost,
a song of pain cradled close to our ribs.

In trembling, we found rhythm,
in fracture, we found our breath.
The dark taught us to sing together,
without needing anyone else to hear.

We carried one another through hollowed hours,
lifting hearts that almost broke,
naming every shadow that tried to claim us,
and reclaiming our own voices back.

Through quiet and chaos alike,
we learned to cradle light from darkness.Celebrates resilience, shared survival, and quiet victories. Focuses on how connection and courage help us endure and rise.

Ways We Didn’t Break
We walked through fire and lived,
not unscathed, but unbowed.
Every fall became a lesson,
every scar a map of survival we shared.

We did not bend when the winds tried,
we did not fade when night pressed.
These are the ways we didn’t break,
the quiet victories that built our strength.

Hands clasped in darkness, we rose,
finding courage in one another’s breath.
Every whispered truth became a bridge,
every heartbeat a drum of defiance.

Together we endure, we rise, we hold,
woven by fire into something untouchable.Explores a sacred, shared inner space of memory, love, and resilience. A reflective, mythic meditation on carrying light beyond darkness.

The Place Beyond Your Heart
There is a place beyond your heart,
and we walk there together, silently,
where echoes of what we loved
drift like ghosts on a windless night.

Step lightly, for it is sacred,
a realm of fire and silence,
of endings that are beginnings in disguise.

We wander it, learning its language,
carrying its light back into the world.
Each step is a vow, each breath a promise,
that what we cherish will outlast the darkness.

In that place, we are more than flesh,
we are the pulse of every memory,
the light that refuses to be forgotten.

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