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2026-01-03

My secret keeper

My Secret KeeperI came to you with my story.You held me in all your glory.You told me not to worry.All my sins would wash away.God you are my redeemer.My great and powerful teacher. You are God of creationsand always so gracious. You spoke life into my souland love into my heart. I used to think of myself as not worthy.Too many sins just to forgive them.Might as well go onand worry about it another dayThen, I came to you with my story.You held me in all your glory.You told me not to worry.All […]

hcongrove2.com/2026/01/03/my-s

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2026-01-03

Hoy estamos leyendo

"Matapán", de Lawrence Durrell (Gran Bretaña, 1912-1990) franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/

Antología de poetas ingleses modernos (Editorial Gredos, Madrid, 1963, trad. de Jesús Pardo).

2026-01-03

Started reading Yuki Tanaka's "Chronicle Of Drifting: Poems."
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This is really interesting so far, especially the quirky narrative ones.
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Started reading Yuki Tanaka's "Chronicle Of Drifting: Poems."

This is really interesting so far, especially the quirky narrative ones.
Asamblea de palabrasasambleadepalabras
2026-01-02

Hoy estamos leyendo

"Si el amor que me tenéis...", de Teresa de Jesús (España, 1515-1582) franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/

Antología de poetas españolas. De la generación del 27 al siglo XV (Alba Editorial, Barcelona, 2018).

roboticus lastius (not a bot)lastrobot@writing.exchange
2026-01-02

From time to time I'll post about contemporary poets, poetry and litmags I find resonate with me. Here's one:

Poem: Almost Stale
Poet: Nathaniel Calhoun
Publication: Lazuli Literary Group
lazuliliterarygroup.com/almost

Read it. Love it.

#poets
#poetry
#litmags
#poems

2026-01-02

"But I’ll be honest: 'Digging' bored me when I first read it. Between me and Heaney’s clean cuts, there was a temperamental misalignment; I tend to prefer poems with a little muss and bedhead." —Elisa Gonzalez for The Yale Review

yalereview.org/article/elisa-g

#Poems #Poetry #SeamusHeaney #Ireland

2026-01-02

Dreading in 2025 -Quick fires
The Quick fires
In additional to the traditional slam (3 min #poems ) Dreading run a quick-fire each month
This is a #poem of up to 5 lines long to a different theme each month (Jan 2026 the theme is “End “ or “Endings” )
While the Grand Slam contest is between the monthly winners (Jan 4 19:30 ar Rising Sun #art centre the quick fire is #openmic
Winner is by the loudest audience cheer, so plenty of entertaining entries
Watch or join the show for #free. help make #poetry fun

2026-01-02

Finished reading Tiana Clark's "I Can't Talk About The Trees Without The Blood: Poems."
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Oh, this was super good. I look forward to reading more of her #poems...and soon.
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Finished reading Tiana Clark's "I Can't Talk About The Trees Without The Blood: Poems."

Oh, this was super good. I look forward to reading more of her #poems...and soon.
2026-01-01

Society

Society Tick tock tick tock my mind focuses on the clock.I know soon I will be in a place called society, to the edge with anxiety.My chest hurts and I can not breath.Does anyone else see whats happening beneath? Wait! Stop! Take a deep breath.I shouldn't feel like I am playing with death.Take a second to regain control before my mind sinks down below. The noise, the crowd, seem to much to bear.I remind myself not to care.All of this is in my mind.I should not do this, time after time.Almost […]

hcongrove2.com/2026/01/01/soci

Asamblea de palabrasasambleadepalabras
2026-01-01

Hoy estamos leyendo

"Agua salvaje", de Tristan Tzara (Francia, nacido en Rumanía, 1896-1963)
franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/

De nos Oiseaux (1914-1922), incluido en Antología de la surrealista de lengua francesa (Fabril Editora, Buenos Aires, 1961, selec. de Aldo Pellegrini).

2025-12-31

Waves

Waves of emotions come crashing in. I don't know where my feelings end and others begin.I just want to run and hidebut I can't escape what resides inside.Everyday a fight just to win.a constant struggle deep within. I feel the need to say this is not true. It's all in my head no need to construe. I am no different than the next. I just want attention and that's the effect.But no matter how hard I try.This part of me I can not hide.Most don't understand and that's okay.They are not forced to […]

hcongrove2.com/2025/12/31/wave

2020-12-07

The Darkling Thrush

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

#Poems #Poetry #TheDarklingThrush #ThomasHardy

2025-12-30

Friends, it’s been a long year for all of us — but keep the faith. Keep resisting. Keep speaking your truth. Believe in your voice, and never let the world silence it! 💙💙💙 #poetry #blueskypoets #writingcommunity #poems

A poem about resilience and collective strength. It emphasizes rising from hardship, carrying the inner fire, and reclaiming power together.

The Ashes We Carry
We rise from ruins no one sees,
our hands scorched, but still unbowed.
Every failure becomes a spark,
every scar a map of how we survived.

The wind may howl, the night may bite,
but together we carry the flames.
Through ash and smoke, our steps are sure,
each breath a promise, each heartbeat a drum.

No shadow lasts where we ignite,
no fear can chain what is reborn.
The world will feel our heat again,
and from the embers, we claim the dawn.Explores speaking truth and standing resilient in darkness. It’s about lifting others, carrying hope, and refusing to be silenced.

Voices in the Dark
We whisper truths the silence fears,
our hearts a drum in the empty night.
Every shadow we face becomes light,
every tremble a step toward defiance.

The forgotten hear our footfalls,
the unseen see our sparks.
Through hollow streets, we carry our fire,
turning despair into the song of the brave.

Even when the world forgets our names,
our echoes refuse to fade.
We speak for the ones silenced too long,
and our voices linger in every heart.Celebrates unity, resilience, and courage in the face of adversity. Emphasizes holding together and enduring through trials.

Unbroken Threads
Our spirits weave through storm and fire,
each moment binding us tighter than fear.
No chain can hold what refuses to break,
no lie can sever what is true.

We walk together on shattered glass,
hands clasped, hearts beating in defiance.
Every fall a lesson, every scar a bridge,
every whisper a vow we won’t forget.

Through fury, frost, and unrelenting night,
we endure, relentless, unbowed, alive.
In unity, we shake the world awake,
and let the tremor of our courage resound.A reflective poem about hope, perseverance, and shared light. Imagines a sacred space beyond darkness where resilience and connection thrive.

A Place Between Stars
There is a space beyond despair,
where we gather the fragments of hope.
Each heartbeat a lantern, each step a vow,
every gaze a reminder we endure.

Between galaxies of doubt and night,
we build a sky of our own making.
The quiet hum of resilience guides us,
the glow of persistence marks our path.

We are not lost; we are luminous,
we are eternal in the space between stars.
No darkness can claim the fire we carry,
and nothing dims the light of who we are.
Asamblea de palabrasasambleadepalabras
2025-12-30

Hoy estamos leyendo

"Vista desde la Torre CN", de Kevin Irie (Canadá, 1953)
franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/

Antología de la anglocanadiense contemporánea (@los_frontera Los libros de la frontera, Barcelona, 1985, selec. y trad. de Bernd Dietz).

Asamblea de palabrasasambleadepalabras
2025-12-30

LEE Y COMPARTE EL

"Vista desde la Torre CN", de Kevin Irie (Canadá, 1953) franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/

Antología de la anglocanadiense contemporánea (@los_frontera Los libros de la frontera, Barcelona, 1985, selec. y trad. de Bernd Dietz).

2025-12-30

Started reading Tiana Clark's "I Can't Talk About The Trees Without The Blood: Poems."
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Really digging this one so far. Really like their command of language.
#books #reading #poems #poetry

Started reading Tiana Clark's "I Can't Talk About The Trees Without The Blood: Poems."

Really digging this one so far. Really like their command of language.
roboticus lastius (not a bot)lastrobot@writing.exchange
2025-12-29

From time to time I'll post about contemporary poets, poetry and litmags I find resonate with me. Here's one:

Poem: Old Folks
Poet: Joanne Durham
Publication: Lascaux Review
lascauxreview.com/old-folks/

Read it. Love it.

#poets
#poetry
#litmags
#poems

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