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- LIFE AND DEATH AND LOVEIn Poetry·February 6, 2024Condemned to live, condemned to die, Ignored by passing passersby, Themselves, condemned as you and I, To live each day, and each day try, To live one more, and not to die. That's the law here, that's the way, To skip our lives from day to day, Pretending play is only play, Not life we've lost and thrown away, Left behind along our way. I've no lessons, laws, or rules, To save us all from being fools. So far I've not found any schools, Which teach us methods, give us tools, To stay alive as life's fire cools. Love's the only thing I've found, To aid us on this mad go-round, Providing guidance soft, yet sound, To wrap our lives in, keep it bound, Yet, something most have never found. • Donovan Baldwin123
- ClosureIn PoetryJanuary 16, 2024Each person leaves their impact on us and it's for us to take that gift and make use of it. Hugs and cheering you on to take those gifts and not let their lives go unnoticed.31
- I could writeIn PoetryJanuary 13, 2024Well done, Priya - glad you're posting again... know any other fine poets like you whom you'd like to post here? Perhaps you could invite them to join Artskeeper.31
- A TV interview about my new bookIn General Discussion·December 20, 2023I recently had an interview on NJ Morning Show about my new book, Creating Your First Novel. It runs 8 minutes. You can watch it here: https://www.onnj.com/videos/creating-your-first-novel-with-hank-quense/(https://www.onnj.com/videos/creating-your-first-novel-with-hank-quense/)319
- Love, Learn & LaudIn General Discussion·January 1, 2024Dementia, everyday is a first take!? Ross Dickinson, December 21, 2023 (https://42itus.com/blog/blog/dementia-everyday-is-a-first-take/) Rough draft of the uncharted: By an Alzheimer bound senior. A Gnome (new home) already. signed, I’m actually unkgnown. I moved to Dementia Friendly Baker County during the snowstorm of Christmas 2019. Haven't made any new friends yet.313
- New Year BlessingsIn Poetry·January 1, 2024As you ring out the old and ring in the new May the good Lord bless you in all that you do Reflect on the memories made last year Making plans for new memories ringing in the new year "New Year Blessings" we wish for when the clock strikes midnight toasting each other full of good cheer As you ring out the old and ring in the new May the good Lord bless you in all that you do! Written by Tammy Spears (copyright) Author of "Flutter of an Eye"317
- red - Susan SmoterIn Photography·April 3, 2022Red has always been my favorite color. I love it's depth and warmth. I relish in the joy of the color red. This photo was taken with my iPhone 12 Pro and has not been edited. I was at a BBQ joint in DC with my family and took this in the staircase leading away from the roof top dining area.319
- CHORUS from new book, "Glyphs"In Poetry·April 26, 2022CHORUS ...because I have been wrong the wrong sex the wrong age the wrong skin… the wrong need the wrong dream… June Jordan, “Poem About My Rights, 1980 My new cocktail of choice is Anisette and Anxiety on the rocks; it constantly fuels and feeds me. While my moral fallibility goes unpunished, I look for and look after any tender explosion of thought. I am a calm woman, they say, given to long pauses and quiet rages (if any rages at all). Women like me grow hoarse with apologies. By my 90th birthday, I’ll not be able to vocalize a single syllable. I want to please as much as I want to be pleased, want to revere as much as I want to be revered. Sometimes I curse like a sailor to show I am real; to show I can make my bones with the best/least of them. Understand that all my apologies don’t equal one bad deed, but I make them freely, often with very little conscience to back them. I am bent by all my steam-rolled sins; a flattened shadow, a cocker spaniel rather than the smart, sleek Doberman I’ve always wanted to be. Come with me now, ladies of the evening, ladies of the canyon, ladies of round-table knights. Let’s sing together our apologetic apostasies, allow our faces to supplant the landscape.3111
- Meet the Artist - Kayla CookIn Featured Artists·April 1, 2022Kayla Cook is a writer, artist, and book reviewer based in the USA. She can usually be found reading several books at once or spilling her twisted imagination into the physical world by writing or drawing. Having practiced art from the age of two, she used to daydream of becoming an artist for DreamWorks, but she ultimately set her sights on becoming an author. Books have long been her sanctuary, and it’s her dream to provide for others the adventure, solace, entertainment, and enchantment that so many authors have provided for her. To this end, she’s authored and illustrated a range of works including nine full-length novels and countless novellas, short stories, and poems. While her novels tend to be fantasy, her novellas and short stories generally slip toward the horror end of the spectrum. Kayla is still working to find homes for her stories, but she’s currently in the process of revising them, focusing primarily on her latest novel—a New Adult high fantasy which she plans to make her debut. She also runs two websites, one for book reviews and the other for . . . everything else. If you’d like to connect with Kayla, please feel free to visit her websites and social media. To read her latest short stories, poems, personal musings, and writing tips, please drop by her author website, www.kaylacookauthor.com. There, you’ll also find some of her artwork, including a few pieces of concept art she’s created for her coming debut. To find some great books that are already published, please check out her book reviews at www.kaylacreviews.com. For a full list of her profiles and websites, please click : https://kaylacook.contactin.bio/3136
- In the form of a poem by George FarkasIn Poetry·May 13, 2022Colors dancing, bright, dark unashamed red blue purple yellow Musical notes, movements, songs, joyful, blues, jazz Words spreading about, multiplying Performances, magic, people fly through the air Pastels, baby blue, coming out of the fog, Melodious, harmonious, lines from plays, merging, emerging Brushes, strokes, the drums, Creating, re-creating nature Personalities, plots, people Violins, cows jumping over the moon New words, worlds Smiles, cries, shapes, sitar, guitar, harp Love, anticipation, opportunity Costumes, buildings, revealing camera shots, A taste3110
- MATHEMATICSIn Poetry·November 6, 2022Numbers and I can never agree, And logic supposes they are smarter than me. Two plus two equals four, every time, don't you see? Even though what I need is a five or a three! When balancing my checkbook invariably, I'm bound by the rules, locked in by decree. I just can't change the numbers to satisfy me, Though "out" exceeds "in" to quite a degree. How handy, how dandy, mathematics would be, If two hundred dollars could be made into three! But, I can't bend the rules, treat them easy and free, So numbers and I can never agree. Donovan Baldwin 30 Mar 83319
- A poem/song thing :)In General Discussion·February 2, 2024Can’t bust a rhyme No matter how I try Focused on the climb 3 miles up- total high What do I find? A rhythm in the breese Guitar riff in the stream Drums in the Earth’s heart-beat A funky bass in the sunbeams Leaving me to sing. Life’s syncing frequencies Thanks for the read! Kerry~316
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