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[Stuart Johns @StuartBrknJohns]

#vss365 #Kitsch

In the Nest

Kitsch collection,
nostalgic reflections
of a life fading away like footprints
on the sandy shores of time.
I prefer the grape off the vine,
before the journey to become wine,
that pure sweetness is just fine enough for me,
Don’t look back,
much at old photographs these days…
shiny trophies, dusty keepsakes,
maybe just one of the ways that age shows its hand,
it may be different for you, and I understand,
besides I’m more interested in the content
of the crow’s nest,
just must shine and not mean a thing,
ah, the freedom that must bring,
takes out the sting of emotional connection.
Shallow and free of weight,
but no! we are tied to the heart.
that left those footprints in the shore I spoke of before,
for we are just human,
walking along the pages of life’s book,
& that’s ok, it’s pretty when you get a chance, have a look.

#abrknpoet

#poetry #poet #poetrycommunity

[Stuart Johns @StuartBrknJohns]

#vss365 #pyre

Smoke in the air

A pyre
I desire,
to be thrown upon,
a martyr burnt by my ferocious words,
of hope, dreams & love...
Sprinkle my ashes over the quicksand's,
of mortality,
for we are not long for this world,
& soon the righteous
& the wrong doers
shall join me in a ballroom,
of infinite possibilities,
or one last finality
to the question you searched for,
your whole living life...
We can dance to the promise of everything,
or fall silent into the shadows,
of nothing at all....
& the world below or above,
continues to spin with or without love,
as they ready the next pyre
the next offering
as they always have
& always will.

#abrknpoet

#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers

[Stuart Johns @StuartBrknJohns]

#vss365 #celebrate

Start & End

Celebrate your collection of words,
love in the tip of a pen,
celebrate others reveries & soulful laments,
united in syllables our gathering…
be humble in your fame,
be humble in obscurity.
It’s so beautiful this poetic world,
& I know the love, struggles & pain,
the hopes behind every letter you write in thunder,
or softest refrain.
Celebrate the poetry of everything,
I love you all, word weavers, dearest friends.
We must start before we find the beauty in the end.

#abrknpoet

[Stuart Johns @StuartBrknJohns]

#vss365 #tome

Pretty Eyes

Genocide of trees,
to quell this need,
like ants, dirty black words,
march across the page,
but forever stuck in place…
at home in this tome
they only move along,
if you read the song the poem the prose
with your pretty eyes.
My tricks these lies,
I’ll call it fiction,
that plays softer on malleable minds.
I beg you, take the time to join this cult of mine,
and the world can be ours,
I think poets would do a better job in the end,
Certainly, better than my political friends,
Who wrap the world in war,
when peace is something
you shouldn’t have to fight for.

A #poem by #abrknpoet #stuartbrknjohns
#fyp #war #love #peace #prose
#poetry #poet #poetrycommunity

[Stuart Johns @StuartBrknJohns]

#vss365 #singularity

Unlocked

Singularity in a mote of dust,
gold coins at the bottom of the wishing well,
they do not rust,
dancing sunbeams through a canopy of leaves,
who do we trust?
The corners of my mind are round,
my fingers tap the neck, sound…
of the wind calling at my window,
afraid to stay, afraid to go,
I’ll wait for ravens’ night,
conceal the sight of tears yet to fall,
a single door before
the wilds of the world,
clarity in the key I hold,
click of the lock,
I open my soul to the dusk,
embrace the evening and her stars,
there’s tales to tell,
the stories of us.
The Stories of us.

#abrknpoet

[Stuart Johns @StuartBrknJohns]

#vss365 #clairvoyance

Underpass

Keep your clairvoyance,
away from me!
I don’t want to know,
I need not see…
Shadows below the underpass
a box, fire in a steel drum,
how long will this cold winter last?
Don’t claim you can see,
all the parts that make my personality.
Crows laughing at me,
could have been a better man,
It’s the fabric of life I don’t understand,
always been a dreamer,
never a weaver,
can’t sew my name into better days.
Think I missed the bus,
hell, the devil wouldn’t even wait,
at the crossroads for me,
I’m always late…
I don’t need clairvoyance to see…

A #poem by #abrknpoet #stuartbrknjohns

[Stuart Johns @StuartBrknJohns]

#vss365 #infection

Infected

Still burns, your faded opinion,
want to turn my back on you,
you infected all my points of view,
still some lessons to learn,
from your jaded opinion,
the infection spreads everyday now
through my actions, through my words,
that voice that cannot be heard.
Still hurts, your faded opinion,
Wasted youth, wasted on me,
now you read it in my poetry,
because I still value your faded opinion.

A #poem by #abrknpoet #stuartbrknjohns

#poetry #poet #poetrycommunity
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[#abrknpoet @BrknShards]

#promptword for BrknShards for 28th Aug 2023

Paper

Use #BrknShards in your posts.

[Stuart Johns @StuartBrknJohns]

Garden of Paper

My lawn of paper,
bedewed by blackest ink,
in the garden of words,
I labour & think.
Petals of thought unfurl,
each verse a delicate bloom,
yet the perfect poem eludes,
in the shadows of my room.
I tend to this garden,
with devotion & care,
seeking elusive verses,
that in my heart, I bear.
Kindle the flame of creation,
ignite the obsidian night,
but the words slip through fingers,
like stars too distant for sight.
An obsession takes hold,
a dark, haunting desire,
to capture in lines,
the essence of fire.
The petals turn ash,
as I grasp & I strive,
to craft the sublime,
in the depth of the night.
Each stanza, a fragment,
of dreams unfulfilled,
in this realm of creation,
where time stands so still.
I pluck at the petals,
their beauty so cruel,
for the poem I chase,
is a relentless, fierce duel.
Through moonlit verses,
& the sun's golden blaze,
I wander this garden,
lost in the melancholic maze.
The growing garden whispers secrets,
in a language unknown,
a symphony of sorrow,
in the seeds I have sown.
In the dance of the ink,
& the scent of the quill,
I journey through heartbreak,
in search of the thrill.
Perfection eludes me,
like a wisp in the air,
& I'm left with my verses,
& a heart laid bare.
So, I tend to this garden,
with an ache & a sigh,
for the right words to blossom,
before the ink runs dry.

A #poem by #abrknpoet

[Tricia @triciasankey]

Just like yesterday

I kiss and timestamp
love letters

out of order
they read the same

Monday wails
as #knell from dark bell

Do butterflies have #goal _s

or do their wings flutter
in useless beauty

happy enough to land
where the wind leads

#vss365
#BrknShards
#FromOneLine

[B. @Words_by_B]

The #knell of their wedding bells
rang six feet above me
stirred me from my peaceful sleep
woke a demon in me

I clawed at earth
swallowed dirt
screamed out
I still love you

no one heard
just the slithering worms
& the rotting corpse
beside me

#BrknShards

[Barbara by the Sea 🌊😎🏖️ @Barbara52744094]

knell of bell ringing
autumns death envelops her
fate whispers goodbye

#brknShards #knell
#haiku
#WritingCommmunity
#poem
Art:Brooke Shaden

[(Quiet) Storm ☽✪☾ @MadQueenStorm]

one slow kiss
just a little taste
whispers sing softly
a knell of bells
holding the power
to awaken the night
to bring a heart
back to life

#poetry #microstory #mywords #brknshards #amatory

[B. @Words_by_B]

Sometimes I wonder
if we share the same DNA

is your blood
my blood
did our two stars
collide & ignite this magic
somewhere up above
is this connection love?

how can it be
that we are #kindred?

I felt it from the start
I was born with you
embedded
in my heart

#BrknShards

[Stuart Johns @StuartBrknJohns]

#BrknShards #Kindred
#vss365 #Windmill

Resilience

A windmill of woe,
in tangled tapestry's throes,
kindred shadows,
they whisper & expose.
Doubts like thunder
in tempestuous refrain,
echoing storm,
a heart's relentless pain.
Yet within the storm,
a glimmer of grace,
compass of hope
in the darkest space.
With sails of courage,
I navigate,
through the tides of turmoil,
I emancipate.
Despair's waves rippling,
they recede,
but I am the captain,
my spirit's lead.
Through murky mist of questions,
I find my own way,
sunlit path emerges from grey.
The windmill still turns,
its creaking a guiding symphony,
as I mend my soul's vessel,
spirit's triumphant epiphany.
In the sea of my mind,
I conquer fear,
each step I take,
my true self draws near.

A #poem by #abrknpoet

[Indigenous Soul @GeneVatow]

Monographic
windmills
no longer spinning
by the sea
Autocrats
and their foibles
strangling you and me
Carvings of the kindred
hammers flung
into the sky
Whispers birthed
on honest faces
Truth
we can't deny

#vss365 #windmill
#BrknShards #kindred
#Poetry

[Sanya @sanjaraic1]

just like yesterday
windmill wedged between fences
august wind on grass
as bells chime ancient footfalls
kindred echos get renewed

#FromOneLine #vss365 #windmill #BrknShards #kindred #tanka

[Barbara by the Sea 🌊😎🏖️ @Barbara52744094]

dark clouds silent gaze
#kindred thoughts of yesterday
a lone dutch #windmill

#vss365
#BrknShards
#haiku
#WritingCommunity

[B. @Words_by_B]

I was foolish to think
the sun would shine forever

blue skies always give way to grey
oh, how the clouds
have descended today

yesterday I held a #Kaleidoscope
of colours
rainbows of sea glass
blue aqua & emerald

today my hands
& heart are an empty #dish

#BrknShards #vss365

[Tao Poetry @TaoPoetry]

The Celtic saints lay
Dewi, Illtyd, Andrew, Patrick
Broken into pieces
A kaleidoscopic mortuary
The stained glass remains
Of the 4 leaded window panes
Brought a congregation to disdain
Celestial prayers were sent
For the lament
Of the young stone throwing bragadoons
#brknshards