Category: AI Art
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20 November: Found Poetry
The Letter T This heart can never love enough.The more wine I drink,The more I want.This is not difficultTo understand. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English…
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19 November: She Without Name
She Without Name You know that time between dreaming and waking, when you roll over and your dyne starts for floor, but there’s still enough covering your legs to keep yourself on the side of being covered … Well, that’s when she arrived. She’s white as northern new snow that sparkles like laughing stars, and…
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19 November: Found Poetry
The Letter A And light boiled overAnd never cooled.And I hung a signAbove the door to my heartAs my roots wasted awayAs my wings slippedAnd punctured. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of…
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18 November: A Dance Beyond
A Dance Beyond We’ll dance over the sun,amongst the weeds and red dust, dance with the backdoor hangingon one hinge. We’ll dance light as a moth’s wing.Dance our way into sunset’s throat as it beats upon our senses, an old drum-plucked strut. Skirts in a twirl, hand-fanning music,and feet feathered beat. We’ll dance to the…
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18 November: Found Poetry
Collection It grows and deepens.Serenity.You can never have enough Intoxicatedon the spirits of blossom Make a collection of such words,you can never have enoughdevine madness Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St…
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17 November: 05 Völuspá
Yggdrasil’s Ash For eight days seers of sun,and equal nights by frost,Young Odin dwelt with venom dropsof a serpent’s back. Then his flesh set upon by fire,one lit to right,one to left.No food. No water was he offered. And when a hart saw the harm been doneit bit into a branch of the Yggdrasil Ash,and…
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17 November: Found Poetry
The Burn No beauty without end.No love burnsto be extinguished. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of Found Poetry and…
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16 November: Found Poetry
Whisper When you find him,life changes. Everywhere.Wherever.In the stars and infinity. But melancholy came unjustly,and whispered in your heart. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…
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15 November: Lampposts
Lampposts Mum said babies should arriveat night, they should cosy upto the moon and stars, goodbabies that is, but I was bornin the glaring sun, and becamea lamppost’s shadow. I grew up asking too manyaching questions, headachethumping what-if what-ifs,and Mum insisted she hadn’tlicked me clean at birth, likea newborn calf, or Bambi, ’cause back then,…
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15 November: Found Poetry
Poorly Hope advances,but what does a poor man do –he finds a way to become rich,and in spite of that,feels poorly. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in…
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