Yearning For Heaven, You'll Never Be Free

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2 months ago

last list of "beautiful" words for 2024

to try to include in your next poem/story

Asterismal - of or relating to asterisms or constellations

Astichous - in botany, not arranged in rows

Astroite - a radiated or star-shaped mineral or fossil

Bloodflower - a tropical herb (Asclepias curassavica) with orange-red flowers

Diapasm - perfume of powdered aromatic herbs sometimes made into little balls and strung together

Diapason - a burst of sound

Diarize - to keep or write in a diary

Diatomin - a yellow or yellowish brown pigment found in certain algae and diatoms

Equant - of, being, or relating to a crystal having equal or nearly equal diameters in all directions

Gradine - one of a series of low steps or seats raised one above another; a shelf at the back of an altar on which candlesticks and flowers are placed in a Christian church

Intervert - to turn to a course or use other than the proper one; misuse

Kippage - an excited or irritated state; commotion, confusion

Kithe - to make known

Notionate - fanciful, notional; headstrong, stubborn

Perimorph - a crystal of one species enclosing one of another species

Peripeteia - a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances or situation especially in a literary work

Quaesitum - something sought for; end, objective

Rounceval - something very large; huge

Senecio - any of a large genus (Senecio) of widely distributed composite plants that have alternate or basal leaves and flower heads usually with yellow ray flowers

Senectitude - the final stage of the normal lifespan

Tragedienne - an actress who plays tragic roles

Urceolate - shaped like an urn

Urostege - a scale on the underside of the tail of a snake

Urushiye - a Japanese color print in which the dark colors are printed with a lustrous medium commonly considered to be lacquer

Windflaw - a gust of wind; flaw

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read them—always.

More: Lists of Beautiful Words ⚜ Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

3 months ago

Mostly rice with a bit of chicken

It was only a few weeks,

Shopping at the local

Asian foods store.

Getting used to having

No car to shop with,

Packing a week's worth

Of groceries into a single

Backpack.

We ate mostly rice and

Vegetables with a bit of

Diced chicken for a bit of

Protein, once a week.

Bone-hungry and sick,

Despair set in.

"I want my mom" I said.

I didn't want her often,

Or even at all since leaving.

But after a few weeks of

Rice with nothing,

Anything seemed better

Than waiting for the anemia

To set in.

P.S.

(I didn't call my mom. We relented and subscribed to Walmart's delivery service and now we're doing okay)


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1 month ago
THE METEOROLOGIST SAYS SUN

One day, stripped of faith, I stopped waiting. 
I waved goodbye to the woman who ran
through the years, like she was always missing
a train.

Well, it was never coming. 

I would know, I built that station.
I tore up the tracks before I had the inkling to lay on them.
Or, that is to say, before they prayed for me 
in a candlelit room. A cross drawn, 
a whisper meant to save me.

We all want to hear that we’re loved. Or we could be.
But all my friends are planting gardens,
and I’m a dandelion, wishing for a breath
to carry me away.

Once, I would have begged to be buried
to bloom with the tulips. But the years are getting shorter.
I reach for the sun and wait 
for it to confirm I’m alive.

A 6 AM kiss and I’m still here. 
This morning, I believed the weather report.
I tip-toed to the edge and the blood rang in my ears.
I opened up my arms
— and the world kept spinning.

THE METEOROLOGIST SAYS SUN

4 months ago
It's Never Too Late To Start Something New It's Just Waiting For You, Poem Of The Day!

It's never too late to start something new it's just waiting for you, poem of the day!

1 month ago

Per Amor Ad Astra

Take only photos, leave only footprints,

The mantra of the visitor

To nature's stoop.

We tread lightly on our mother's carpet,

The grass or soil or sand deforms

Under shoe or sole.

We watch as our cousins trot or sway or chirp

As our brother sets on the horizon,

Brilliant and silent.

Together are we on our little world, starstuff all.

As much of the ground or sky

As we are each other.

Watch as the stars rearrange themselves,

See the passing of eras, young ones,

Rise to your feet and behold.


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