#quatrains

[aylen-san]

Fingolfin stood alone against the walls of Morgoth,

His sword blazing like the light of the sun,

And though he gave his life in battle..,

The enemy remembered him for a thousand years.

[env0writes]

The fire keeps on burning Keeps on turning, world enduring The temperature is rising No surprising, there’s no uprising The underbrush is smoldering The politics are bouldering Side-to-side they hide No wonder TV’s too need screens so wide Too many passions burn In hickory, oak, flower and fern Crimson like ibis Coasts ‘Fornia and New, we miss Sauter on, saunter on ‘Til all of it’s gone The melange that fuels the fire All the prophets that will profit, never tire When the ghosts of bridges rise And the airwaves filled with lies Who will cast water not aspersions Cause no trifling diversions

The world keeps on turning Yet, still the fire’s burning, burning, burning

NaNoWriMo Vol. 4, 11.17.24 “Fire Eterne”

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[indianmartialartsresearchgroup]

An anthology of horror stories in verse, prose and art with varying degrees of darkness by multi-genre writer and illustrator Harjit Singh Sagoo...

[creatediana]

"Doing Nothing" - a poem written 5/17/2024

[francepittoresque]

4 mai 1555 : publication des prophéties de Nostradamus ➽ http://bit.ly/Propheties-Nostradamus Son vrai nom était Michel de Nostredame. Les prophéties ou "Centuries" consistent en des quatrains censés prédire l’avenir jusqu’en 3797 ! C’est un outil qui pourrait être précieux, mais certains vers sont tellement ambigus qu’il est possible de leur donner bien des interprétations

[poem-today]

A poem by Ursula K. Le Guin

Quatrains

AUTUMN gold of amber red of ember brown of umber all September MCCOY CREEK Over the bright shallows now no flights of swallows. Leaves of the sheltering willow dangle thin and yellow.

OCTOBER At four in the morning the west wind moved in the leaves of the beech tree with a long rush and patter of water, first wave of the dark tide coming in. SOLSTICE On the longest night of all the year in the forests up the hill, the little owl spoke soft and clear to bid the night be longer still.

THE WINDS OF MAY are soft and restless in their leafy garments that rustle and sway making every moment movement.

HAIL The dogwood cowered under the thunder and the lilacs burned like light itself against the storm-black sky until the hail whitened the grass with petals.

Ursula K. Le Guin (1929-2018)

Author Photograph: William Anthony

More poems by Ursula K. Le Guin are available through her website.  

[bills-bible-basics]

NOSTRADAMUS: PROPHET OF GOD, OR MESSENGER OF SATAN? -- a Bill's Bible Basics Article #Christian #BibleStudy #Jesus This #BillsBibleBasics article by #BillKochman can be read at: https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/nostrad1.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/nostradamus-prophet-of-god-or-messenger-of-satan-a-bills-bible-basics-article/?feed_id=209083&NOSTRADAMUS%3A%20PROPHET%20OF%20GOD%2C%20OR%20MESSENGER%20OF%20SATAN%3F%20--%20a%20Bill%27s%20Bible%20Basics%20Article

[agentfascinateur]

Après combat et bataille navalle,

Le grand Neptune à son plus haut befroy (beffroi):

Rouge a(d)versaire de peur viendra pasle (pâle),

Mettant le grand Ocean en effroy (effroi).

- Nostradamus

🤔

Following a war and naval battle, the God of the Sea from his highest tower will then scare the winning adversary, as well as the ocean at large...

(Presumably China and NATO)

[batgovernor]

Shamik Banerjee, 'A Summer Evening'

The sky begins to cloak its face, Removing every streak of red. Above, two weary fliers trace The way back to their bough-held bed. A boy, awash with joy, returns Soil-vested from a football field. To celebrate the victory earned, He swaggers with his pride revealed. Along the lined tobacco stands, Pen-pushers at long last release Workloads with cigarettes in their hands, Exhaling little rings of…

[dramalama69]

Siren's woe

Everyone knew we can never get along,

but I just tried to Sing it out like a siren's final song.

Making fantasies so long,

thought you'd never do me so wrong.

-shabnam

[sharkspez]

Tumblr Biography: Napoleon 🇫🇷

At the age of nine, Napoleon moved to the 🇫🇷 French mainland and enrolled at a ✝️ religious school. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a 🛤️ journey that would change the course of history...

[aylen-san]

Earendil ascended the Star Path,

He shone his heavenly light upon the earth,

Carrying the Silmaril, the eternal essence,

Saving the world, drowning in the stars.

[env0writes]

NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.22.24 “Sibling Fued"

Oh, sister, I found you I made you anew From flesh of the same beast Very same that slew You Oh, sister, I found you After ghasts, ghouls, and geyser Learning deep secrets Yet, grown none the wiser Oh, sister, I found you What big eyes you have Big hands and teeth to hold me Oh, sister you would not believe it, not even half Oh, sister, our journey– Delicious yet desperate Why are you drooling? When at last we’ve found respite Oh, sister, this dungeon In which we’ve found each other Please regain yourself It is me– your only brother Oh, sister, don’t make me choose When the choice leaves you behind Oh, Falin I’m falling, I’m failing you Were only there magic to let us rewind Oh, sister, I’m sorry That you must die That after this ordeal Tomorrow, I’ll wake, alone–and try To continue without, you

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[astredempouck]

Recueillement, Charles Baudelaire

Sois sage, ô ma Douleur, et tiens-toi plus tranquille. Tu réclamais le Soir ; il descend ; le voici : Une atmosphère obscure enveloppe la ville, Aux uns portant la paix, aux autres le souci. Pendant que des mortels la multitude vile, Sous le fouet du Plaisir, ce bourreau sans merci, Va cueillir des remords dans la fête servile, Ma Douleur, donne-moi la main ; viens par ici, Loin d’eux. Vois se…

[creatediana]

With some help, I’m awake, But I sift through a daze. I have passed through the ache But not all through the haze. I need sedatives now, I need stimulants then. They are all I know how To be conscious again.

"Life As It Is" - a poem written 4/27/2020

[francepittoresque]

4 mai 1555 : publication des prophéties de Nostradamus ➽ http://bit.ly/Propheties-Nostradamus Son vrai nom était Michel de Nostredame. Les prophéties ou "Centuries" consistent en des quatrains censés prédire l’avenir jusqu’en 3797 ! C’est un outil qui pourrait être précieux, mais certains vers sont tellement ambigus qu’il est possible de leur donner bien des interprétations