"No two individuals process, internalise, or apply information in precisely the same way." -Katheliyer
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The tree does not bargain with the winter.
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Everything interesting starts out as odd. Odd is the gateway to opportunity.
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"I feel writers paint with our words. Painters use their paints. Both paint and words come from the artist."
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We are billions of spiritual atoms of clay compressed, myself doubting that God made me that quickly, haphazardly as biblically misinterpreted. Maybe just my daily garment off the rack.
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Just my opinion, years of analysis...but God Alone will decide when prayer is enough for His immediate intervention. In most cases, He has given us the power, right and duty to self govern (that is Free Will). With that in mind, most prayer without the sacrifice of personal action will not accomplish a desired goal. Unfortunately/fortunately that has created human devils and saints.
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Not in the hammer of the heart, nor the measured breath of being, but in the sacred interstice betwixt two beats, there abides the ineffable dominion of love.
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Warfare is the malignant use of directed energy. Inter-stellar warfare favors the defense, because an intrenched inhabitant has an enormous energy advantage over an approaching invader. So inter-stellar government will probably be federation or feudalism.
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In my lowest, I walked through many winters - even in the spring by night - until I realized summer was within and all around me.
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“What we call strength is only silence perfected;
love interrupts it once—and the interruption endures.”
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please support my younger poems on PoetrySoup under Briyanna Lawes. I lost access that login but would love for my readers to be able to interpret, constructively critique and give input regarding my voice, growth, & overall journey as an individual who always had writing as not only an outer, but a savour.
Nothing but love, respect, thanks and gratitude for all that Take the time to read my words <3
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“As poets we need to understand how Time works so that we can interpret the interplay of different realities and dimensions. Time is within the 4th dimension or can be seen as a dimension within and of itself, which gives humans access to dimensions beyond the 3rd. Without a grasp of Time as play and illusion, know that transcending and ascension is impossible.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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I am very poor at small talk. Language, people interaction needs gusto, deep commitment or it is a waste of precious time. Life has so much more to offer. Why there is true poetry. Not talking cute rhymes and mere flashy alliteration.
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Poetry is really only saying things with deeper, more aware commitment. Treatment of words in such a way that gives the reader desire and space for personal mental, spiritual interaction. In short, poetry is more thoughtful. To be poetic involves heartfelt communion on a creative level that does not exist even with dear, profound prose. Great prose often exhibit strong poetic language.
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“and the walls bore witness to all that withered
the mind lists like a house in winter.”
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We live life...dreams are what keep us interested.
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I'm not interested in poems that try to make me understand the person who wrote them, I want poems that make me understand myself.
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A spellbinding story interrupts reality
sweetening it’s bitter coffee.
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My top 10 poem views (as of 9/10/25)
10. Flickering Reflections 494
9. Bastogne Winter 499
7/8 (tied) Collapsing Ecstasy/In a Class of Your Own 521
6. Bring Your Sin 552
5. Exile of a Writer 553
4. Messing with the Mind of AI 559
3. Annabelle Trilogy 580
2. Megan's Locker 592
1. Billy 1093
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Without love, and its many mysterious interpretations, there is no poetry. Love is poetry's core element. And a poet is addicted to love: may it be people love, love of nature, science, etc.. Passion, equals Poet. To Definitively define love is folly, for there are libraries full of such feeble attempts -- Why I write more about poetry's driving forces, refraining from any precise clinical referendums.
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AI should not be allowed on creative writing sites. When identified use, the writer should be banned, in an effort to keep the integrity of honest poetry free from artificial stink. AI will soon write a new interpretation of the bible I am certain. A logical interpretation, but void of spiritual essence. AI is not a tool, like an encyclopedia or text book with valuable examples of meaningful reference, it is a soulless entity that will lead to ever greater intellectual and moral depravity.
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What souls currently embodied in NorthAmerica need 2 understand is that governments of that area have been responsible for much pain that Mother Earth has experienced & is continuing 2 experience. Humans carry effects of governments where they are, so these souls need to be at forefront of healing the mess. This requires human 2 human interaction at Heart level, often on a one to one basis. Vigilance must be exercised 2 interact with members from other countries.
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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If you cool off publicly with ice cream in summer and warm up privately with hot soup in winter, what else do you need to prove? ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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I view winter as a large cake — and snow as the icing on it. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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We have ten fingers on both hands. Five of them we use to count our blessings. The other five we use to count our disappointments. Like a chain, blessings and disappointments are interlinked. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Your comfort zone is like your warm bed in winter; if you don’t get out of it, your day wouldn’t begin. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Winter is that harsh and cruel master who holds us captive in cold and dark dungeons, serving us only hot soup. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Happiness is more expressive than Joy. Happiness is external. Joy is internal. Happiness is surface wiring. Joy is conduit. Happiness flirts. Joy is faithful. Both are like the two lobes of our brains. The one you make use of while making money is not the one you make use of while spending it. And life goes on. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Spring is the light at the end of the tunnel we know as winter. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Fame is when they hand you rocket boots and call it destiny. You start floating through interviews and blockbuster movies, until you forget what grass smells like.
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