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persephoneshellhounds · 11 months

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Will I ever possess the softness I pretend to have?

— Fray Narte

Gif from: Stealing Beauty (1996) // Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

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getcareless · 9 days

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You Send Me

You send me chills. You send me shivers. To all the hills and all the rivers, you sent me. I'm full of flowers. How do I return from puzzles? Your words send me falling to my knees. Now just in case libraries die; I printed screenshots of the memories you sent me.

JEP

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oddman-the-oldman · 4 months

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Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell

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@anjo-by-the-sea

People have been making flutes for over 35,000 years now. How difficult can it be?

Before COVID, I used to attend "Flute Circles" in the area west of the Rocky Mountains in North America. Mostly, it is or was people who play Native American flute sitting around playing for and with each other. I was playing a transverse flute made from bamboo by fellow in Portland Or. I have a pinched nerve in my neck, and playing transverse flute was causing me to grind on it badly. Lots of pain and numbness in my right hand.

One of the flute players who came to circle one day was plaing Xiao (Pronounced more like Sow) and had imported a few to sell. In an attempt to escape the pain but continue to play I made the switch.

Over time the flutes cracked and broke. My sweetie decided I was spending too much money on flutes and needed to start making my own. This is now the 3rd flute, maybe my 4th that I've made for myself. It is also my cane, when I walk outside my home it goes with me. The last one broke because of water problems. I was using it to help as I was wading in the local river looking for agates and petrified wood.

It is a learning curve. You have to construct or improvise your own tools as you learn. The rest of the question is I'm a life long learner. I built a simple flat file driven object oriented database at work when I did work back in the day. There is a reason I place such value on questions. I can ask assorted public databases and learn an assortment of things that I find Interesting.

#oddman-the-oldman #musicians on tumblr #雨森竹 #pocketfullofpoesies

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orpheusbruisedfingertips · 5 months

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Amrin Ankh, "November"

#bitsofstarglow #pocketfullofpoesies #poeticstories #poeticsighs #inkstay #twcpoetry #smittenbypoetry #writingthestorm #writerscreed #writingundertheinfluence

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beardedmrbean · 2 months

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¡tiktokkitkat!

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Submitted by @pocketfullofpoesies

One of these years they're going to make it so video submissions appear as asks so I know I've gotten one when it actually comes in.

Someone's got an eye on the birdies outside I see, what a darling

#submission #pocketfullofpoesies #show me your pets

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paintingofwords · 1 year

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the hardest part of this all

is letting you slip away—elapsing

in the spaces between my fingers.

you were one of the

many tough things

that's hard to let go.

but maybe you were

never really mine to begin with.

but please know that

i fought hard for you—several times.

i tried. i hope you know that.

so, if not now,

i hope to still meet you soon

and by that time,

i hope there will be

no more constraints.

—jaév, “you're still the dream.”

Facebook Page: Painting of Words

Instagram Account: jv_orongan

#poetry #prose #spilled poetry #inkstay #writerscreed #writingthestorm #bitsofstarglow #poeticstories #smittenpoetry #paintingofwords #pocketfullofpoesies

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distilled-prose · 3 months

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The first daffodils of spring 2/3/24

one kind of opened up yesterday afternoon, but not quite fully. I am quite pleased with myself.

Yo, @cherokeeghostwriter @pocketfullofpoesies @sophiechorus @goneahead @gorgeous-and-glamorous @ends-2-beginnings @littletornado @resistancekitty et al

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goneahead · 1 year

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Seven Specifics: Fill out the seven questions, tag others

I was tagged by @m-b-lynch- thank you❤️!

Relationship status: Yes, much to the detriment of my long-suffering partner🤣🤣🤣

Favorite color(s): steel blue

Song in my head: Currently? Death, Oh Death by Vera Hall. Last week it was Bunkhouse Orchestra’s unique take on Turkey in the Straw and Johnny Adams’ Hell Yes I Cheated. Those D&D randomizer charts? are for noobs😂

Last song listened to: been on a JD Jarvis kick lately, so Palms of Victory. Small aside—is it just me, or is listening to JD sing like, a whole other level? JD’s troop was one of the first to storm the beaches on D-Day, he was shot several times, and there is just no effing way he should have survived. But—he recovered from his wounds, worked in coal mines and as a house painter/contractor, recorded a couple of dozen records, and lived into his eighties😳

Last thing googled: I can neither confirm nor deny that I may have recently gone down a rabbit hole on the different bits of art that have survived depicting Harmodius and Aristogeiton.

Who are they? So—gay couple assassinates a tyrant. Gay couple are executed. Greek artists keep putting the now martyred gay couple on stuff, and also create kickass sculptures which the Romans then copy. Flustered art historians dub these two ‘the tyrancides’ and hope nobody actually looks up the story. Oh and the sculpture is flat out wrong, because Harmodius was basically the Athens equivalent of a twink😆

And yes, I have now babbled about both **checks notes** LGBTQ Athenian art history AND bluegrass gospel history🤪

oh look! squirell!!!

moving on…

Favorite food(s): Salsa, coffee, fresh cookies, anything with jalepenos😋

Dream trip: I would love to camp in the general vicinity of North Dakota/Montana/Idaho but all the workcamping gigs seem to be on this side of the Mississippi. Admittedly, my caravan might possibly-potentially-if-I-am-really-lucky get 11 miles to the gallon* so this is not necessarily a bad thing😁

*with a stiff tail wind. downhill.maaayyybe

tagging @cowandcalf @distilled-prose @distancebetweenpages @pocketfullofpoesies @wordrummager @oddman-the-oldman @itwoodbeprefect @teruel-a-witch @torrentialmonsoon

#answered #tag game

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2022roadtrip · 2 years

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Life is a highway:

"From Mozambique to those Memphis nights..."

(thanks to @pocketfullofpoesies who patiently walked me through setting up this subsidiary blog...i am in your debt yet again.)

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kit-kat-paddy-whack · 1 year

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Mrrrphhh

~@pocketfullofpoesies

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#2022 #cats #cats of tumblr #caturday #kitkat

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persephoneshellhounds · 2 months

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my heart flutters like moth wings, once caught flightless on ice cold fire it’s forever looking for the kiss of the flames, the softest, kindest, slowest way of dying so that i may rest in a chest that’s not my own — yours, would you leave flowers on my tomb, once more? virginal white jasmines, if you remember — the color and predisposition of a ghost. would you kiss my resting ground, softening under torrential poems? would you say a made-up prayer? (my lover, who art in heaven) would you love me again if death is my rebirth, my second coming, how angels weep right next to me, how they break over my sorrows — pathetic bodies made of light, but they never burn, they never crash like fading embers. my heart’s still caught on ice cold fire, it flutters, wingless i arch in my quiet aching, godless, limbless — i’m sorry i’m made this way. in heaven, god fucked up for the first time twenty five years ago, he can take me back tomorrow for all i care but would you pick me, take me back and kiss me, bathe me in biblical oil (even if it kills me once more?) if i promise not to die once more?

— fray narte, "going insane in october" | written november 1, 2023, 5:11 PM

photo screencapped from: saltburn (2023) // dir. emerald fennell

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getcareless · 1 month

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Triolet Poem #40

I am not afraid to love. Hate, is that how you go about here? A bold course that might change my fate, I am not afraid. To love hate, would be a mistake far too great. Darling, I'll protect you from fear. "I am not afraid to love hate", Is that how you go about here?

"Darling", JEP

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ginadope · 3 years

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New morning Another one, mild headache The fog is seeping into my coffee Onto the pavements and stairs I can count the words Of the conditioned talk Yet I may still count on them Maybe time exists somewhere I’ll keep looking for something somber, that fog They both passed to quick For me to notice The charm and growth They hid one street away

#writeblr #2019?#poem #my writing #writtenconsiderations #writerscreed #poetryportal #poeticstories #twcpoetry #inkstay #smittenbypoetry #writeundertheinfluence #recognizingthevoiceless #pocketfullofpoesies #poetscommunity #poetry #i miss the table i wrote this by #it was a good table

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orpheusbruisedfingertips · 7 months

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Amrin Ankh, September Love

#pocketfullofpoesies #writingthestorm #twcpoetry #writingundertheinfluence #bitsofstarglow #smittenbypoetry #poeticstories #poeticsighs #writerscreed #inkstay

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beardedmrbean · 2 years

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DrTZissGo_Q

For your Korean corn dog edification!

Ohh thank you, side note sorry this took so long apparently tumblr doesn't think I should know a ask came in.

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Dude, those look tasty af.

Everyone likes to rag on faire food, but I bet these would go over great at a state or county faire.

Things like this serve to remind us that sharing cultures is a good thing, unlike pizza in Brazil which tells us the polar opposite of that.

Like potatoes, native to the Americas introduced to the rest of the world by the explorers that came to the Americas and now people don't know that they aren't native to Ireland.

No better way in the world to share where you're from than with food and no better way to show your love for somewhere than by learning to make their food you enjoy.

#pocketfullofpoesies

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paintingofwords · 2 years

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I am always mesmerized by how the

full moon could cause a high tide

from the combined gravity of the sun

and moon.

How I wish I could ask the moon to

beguile the pain and suffering inside

my chest and put it somewhere else.

Or simply ask them to drown me with

their tides, leaving no trace whilst

crashing huge waves on the shore.

— jv orongan, “february’s high tide.”

#writerscreed #poetry #prose #creative writing #writingthestorm #inkstay #pr #smittenpoetry #pocketfullofpoesies #spilled ink #poets on tumblr

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