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The Return – Throwback Friday
the earth embraces peace as souls bask in her warmth and flourish in her hearth from long ago no stones are left unturned as spirits seek the truth in eternal pursuits Gaia aglow Abhanga in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry. Throwback 10 Feb 2022 Unless stated, all featured images are produced by myself with the assistance of AI
Such is life
world is much askew challenges of mankind sell out life's purpose. the gentle eye of youth, courage and strength their survival kit. the pulse of life troublesome, filled with uncertainly. never-ending theatrics spawn memories, a letter I wrote to myself 50 yrs ago, sitting at the kitchen table, listening to "Dream On" by Aerosmith, thinking how one can go on and…
https://amanpan.com/2026/03/26/such-is-life/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social
Wordless Wednesday
"Don't you love heavy fragrances, faint with sweetness, ravishing juices of odor, heliotropes, violets, water-lilies,--powerful attars and extracts that snatch your soul off your lips?" ~ The Amber Gods by Harriet Prescott Spofford Wordless Wednesday is a simple blog post featuring a photo that conveys a message that speaks for itself without using words. I, for one, has been known to break the rules. Joining Sandee at Comedy Plus for Wordless…
https://amanpan.com/2026/03/25/wordless-wednesday-12/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social
#Easy Peasy Writes – 3/25/26
the moon writes poems and beams her glow to Gaia spring's blooms find their way Unless stated, all featured images are produced by myself with the assistance of AI
Achoo!
May, March, April nature spreads magic oak and birch trees peak pollen makers newbie plants smile #TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 57, The Hautt, 3/24/26 Hi, everybody! Welcome to this week’s Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. Melissa here from Mom With a Blog. I checked out some new (to me) syllabic forms in an attempt to find something we might not have done here before.
https://amanpan.com/2026/03/24/achoo/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social
Unscrambling life’s perplexities
retracing time warps fast forward to the future visions reset gaps every day a complex labyrinth some too short, some too long it's said next year was better clearly the purpose fickle can't say my soul in rhythm What do you see # 333 Image credit; Leo_Visions @ Unsplash This image shows a whitish piece of paper and on it, there are stamped 4 words in red ink- “Next year was better” Unless stated, all featured images are produced by…
Awww Mondays
"Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one." ~ The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde Linking up with Sandee at Comedy Plus Awww Mondays Unless stated, all featured images are produced by myself with the assistance of AI
https://amanpan.com/2026/03/23/awww-mondays-15/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social
#SenHai Saturday – 3/21/26
traveling to and fro destination addiction with nowhere to go broken memories yesteryears hope all for naught spring stilled in slumber SenHai Saturday #44 Joseph Corl – Unsplash.com In the words of the photographer – “A train bridge in the fog on a foggy day. Bridge to the Unknown. In Alaska, an old, broken bridge looms through the fog, with its decaying wooden planks stretching into the mist, evoking a sense of forgotten history.” This…
Aftergame – Throwback Friday
Ladyluck her name sweeter than aspartame but, a hard one to tame once friends now filenames all who knew her were fair game Ladyluck was her name a wheeler-dealer her game with no sense of shame but karma took aim her brand name defamed with only herself to blame Throwback - 7 Feb 2022 Unless stated, all featured images are produced by myself with the assistance of AI
Ode to 1964 – Throwback Friday
We were bitchin and bad Never bummed out or sad Life was a blast, a real gas No room for a candyass We were cats and chicks We’d hang loose at flicks Sometimes all decked out We were cool and far out No ratfinks or flakes Hands down no fakes We’d bug out and go cruising but not for a bruising…
