Celestial Barques of Giza

Beneath the velvet cloak of night,Where time itself runs deep,The stars of Giza burn so bright,Eternal watch they keep. The wind has worn the stones away,The kings have turned to sand,But still tho…

Papyrus of xAnubisx

Idk what's gotten into me but I need a nasty pervy freak to plug my ass, spank me, grope me, and talk to me like I'm a slutty piece of meat while I grin with sharp teeth and a dark glimmer and dare them to give me more

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@josh

Just ask for a flag my friend. /
Then blind your conscience to the end.

from Flag by John Agard

https://poetryarchive.org/poem/flag/

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Flag - Poetry Archive

What’s that fluttering in a breeze? It’s just a piece of cloth that brings a nation to its knees. What’s that unfurling from a pole? It’s just a piece of cloth that makes the guts of men grow bold. What’s...

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@josh

What a miracle it would be
to echolocate like a bat,

to shriek and have the shriek
bounce back to alert us

to the oncoming train, the wrong person,
or a year of trouble.

from Echolocation by Lee Herrick

https://hyphenmagazine.com/blog/2017/01/january-poetry-two-poems-lee-herrick

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January Poetry: Two Poems by Lee Herrick

For the new year, we give you two of Lee Herrick’s delightful poems—necessary fist-in-the-air anthems of hope because though you can’t “echolocate like a bat,” “you are one of many species who can whistle.” May any scars from “the nasty hell of your difficult year” serve as powerful reminders of “the bright chorus of your own survival.” May 2017 indeed be a year in which “everything / aligns as it should.” — Eugenia Leigh, Poetry EditorEcholocationWhat a miracle it would beto echolocate like a bat,to shriek and have the shriekbounce back to alert usto the oncoming train, the wrong person,or a

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@josh

And yettishness: a state of mind.

O yes, of course the world is harsh
And suffering, O yes — and yet
This morning, as I walked along
And saw the daffodils, I thought —
And so forth, daffodilling on.

Daffodil Ministry by U A Fanthorpe

https://procrastinatrix.wordpress.com/category/daffodil-ministry/

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daffodil ministry – The least we can do is wave to each other

The least we can do is wave to each other

@josh

I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
...
the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck

Diving into the Wreck by
Adrienne Rich

https://poets.org/poem/diving-wreck

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Diving into the Wreck

First having read the book of myths,

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@josh

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.

from Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye

https://poets.org/poem/kindness

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Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is

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@josh

I want to become a great night bird / Called The Zimmer, grow intricate gears / And tendons, brace my wings on updrafts, / Roll them down with a motion / That lifts me slowly into the stars / To fly above the troubles of the land.

from The Great Bird of Love, Paul Zimmer

https://www.best-poems.net/paul-zimmer/the-great-bird-of-love.html

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The Great Bird Of Love

I want to become a great night bird Called The Zimmer, grow intricate gears And tendons, brace my wings on updrafts, Roll them down with a motion That lifts me slowly into the stars To fly above the t

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@josh

Never towing a line from the Ship of Fools.

from The Tune on Your Mind, Les Murray

https://www.amacad.org/publication/tune-your-mind-photographing-aspiration

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The Tune on Your Mind & Photographing Aspiration

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@josh

At the end of my suffering
there was a door.

from The Wild Iris, Louise Glück

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2003/04/wild-iris-louise-gluck.html

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The Wild Iris -- Louise Glück

Guest poem sent in by Alan Kornheiser I discovered, to my amazement, that we seem to have no poetry by Louise Gluck. This must be a...