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But as the days of Noah were Matthew 24:37-39

"But as the days of Noah were, so shall the coming of the Son of Man be.
"For as in the days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying
and be given in marriage, until the days that Noah entered the ark, 
(Gen. 7:1,7 cross ref) "and did not know until the flood came and

ICHABOD THE TURTLE

ICHABOD THE TURTLE
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There once was a snapping turtle named Ichabod,
An intrepid soul, his legs lightning rods.
    Rabbits, he outpaced, left them confused,
    And with his speed, they were not amused. 
Oh how all the other turtles did applaud!

“You run like a Greek god!” they said agog.
“Why do you have

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summer rendezvous 
heart breach breakup

life is over

10th Grade Stairwell

Everyday you pass her on the stairs
You’re not sure if she even cares
Or feels the same way you do
Gosh it hurts just lookin’ at you

Love rues yeah love rues

Does she feel the connection too
Or is it all in my mind as I’m passing by you
Then you catch my eye, and I turn my face
I’ll try

Cracked Reflection

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A stranger, a ghost, pretending to be me.
Skin stretched tight on a frame I resent,
A body I wear like it’s paying the rent.

Eyes that avoid, lips that press thin,
A war with the world that’s fought from within.
I paint on a face like a mask, like a

The Poet's Vigil

In the quiet corners of his own mind,
he walks alone,
a poet whose pen drips with moonlight.

He counts the hours by the hum of his thoughts,
each one a lantern swinging in the wind.

A thinker —
he weighs the weight of names,
dreams of the laughter not yet born,
imagines a tiny hand curling around his own.

In solitude,
he builds worlds

Unbroken

Title: “Unbroken”

I've not been hurt before
No one has ever left me this kind of sore.
The words you spoke penetrated than a knife.
But I'm still alive.

The pain runs deep beneath my skin,
A silent battle I fight within.
Though shadows fall and nights are long,
I gather strength to carry on.

This heart, though bruised, will not betray,
It learns to

Island of weak faith

Break down my walls of confusion,
I'll struggle through these webs of doubt.
Give me a place to go,
I'm exhausted wandering on this island of a weak faith.
--BlossomMonyei--

Shifting Shapes

The shift is taking shape, 
Shape shift to embrace the landscape, 
Escape from the patterns, 
Keeping you scattered.
Tattered souls losing their hold, 
Battered and bruised their hearts grow cold, 
Looking to scold, 
Sharing the load.
Hoping they won't explode, 
They drift into whole, 
Losing control, 
Falling so low, 
They have to let go.
Releasing what they know,

tribute to Ostira Goddess of Spring

she breezes in with the April winds
a lovely lass pure and romantically inclined
baby animals frolic with her in the meadow
the tulips struggle toward the sun to whisper hello
she is Ostira, Goddess of Spring

Refreshing grasses wave in wonderment at the princess
Iris stand proudly, hoping to be noticed by their monarch.
zinnias sit back and relax, confident in

ripples hiku

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mystic in the mirror

mystical phantom
grayish shadow reflection
hides inside mirror

Cali Practices Necromancy

Cali is a descendent of Babylonians
She practices necromancy
conjuring spirits of her ancestors
her rituals and spells are world-renown

bullies who misunderstand despise her
they fear her visions and insights
she often foretells what comes to be
This terrifies those who cannot

Ignorance often courts violence.
Cali’s spiritual guides warn her of the bullies
She escapes their ignorant pitchforks
Praying for their spiritual enlightenment

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apparently, an angelic apparition appeared
bedraggled beauty befuddling and beguiling Beau
crafty cadaverous creature credibly crème de la crème
deceptively decent, deferential, deliberately delicate
effortless easing efficacious etiquette and eloquence
fancied phantom fascinating fawns and fey in fairyland

The Ones Not Forgotten

So many names on the page today, so many more gone— vanished into silence.

Does the world still care? I know they do.

I hope they do.

Children stolen, ripped from the arms that once held lullabies.

Teens slipping through dusk, running from homes that never saw them, or saw too much.

The ones who cared are left holding echoes.

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