If you don't want your kids reading certain books in their library, just tell them to look away... like you do for genocide.
If you don't want your kids reading certain books in their library, just tell them to look away... like you do for genocide.
#prose : a hymn with no regular meter, sometimes introduced into the mass. see sequence
- German: die Prosa
- Italian: prosa
- Portuguese: prosa
- Spanish: prosa
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Word of The Hour's Annual Survey @ https://wordofthehour.org/r/form
May 22, 2025:
What is a "haibun"?
A haibun (俳文) is a short piece that combines prose and poetry (a haiku), with a subtle or direct link between the prose and the haiku.
Here's my first one, "My brother's fall" on Medium.
Haibun, "My brother's fall"
https://medium.com/@romanalanwrites/my-brothers-fall-134a0a8a6830
My Medium stuff should be open and accessible to all – let me know if it's not.
To say
To see
To understand
To go forever
The unknown
unexplored
tragic
sad
Fades then
later
perhaps
and yet never healed
A pain
that remains
lingers
until you leave yourself
si_irini
A good, restful and peaceful night to you all
Much love from the night shift
Wildly Beautiful Boundless
Thoughts linger in the wild storm
of soul-penetrating feelings,
of passion that knows no bounds
Only respect pays tribute to the great feelings
that are there and always will be
Storm that brings love
Storm that sings songs
Passion lives
Lingers here
Loves here
Lives here
Where boundaries disappear and love
sets no limits to passion
si_irini
From the depths
of hidden memories
both emerged again
crawled up
and hoped to win
What was once forgotten
and hidden
so as not to hurt
and steal hopes
wanted to reach the light again
Who will win
I can't say
No longer
The hope for love
or
the darkness of pain?
si_irini
Wishes reaffirm themselves
manifest themselves in the eternity of time
Wishes we have so many
remaining in the storm of eternity
Wishing in hope
to find liberation
To find liberation
to what I was given
so long ago
si_irini
@mauro I'm externally optimistic with xmpp, ha ha, it's coming back in a lot of forms:)
#conversations has done major work on their apps, #cheogram, jmp.chat and now #prose ... it kind of is the universal exchange, but it has no universal "marketing" and easy onboarding as some of these other solutions, so....
but this is encouraging
Pro writing tip:
Be careful not refer to bad people as "viscous."
While it's true that some villains may well resemble walking human syrup, I'm pretty sure that what you actually mean is "vicious."
Gentle diffused light,
Bringing down trickling rain drops,
Nature's fuel source.
If the cry
does not reach
who should
When the suffering
so ominous
knows no end
When life
Even so well lived it was
calls no mercy
When love
though it seemed so hopeful
never stayed long
Then the cry of hope only remained
This is the only thing
what can still help
si_irini
When love goes
only hope remains
for a life
with her again
If love goes
one now asks
when will she come again
Another form
with a different face
but there it shall be
again
For to think
now it's over forever
Heart then cuts itself
into a thousand parts
She must come
she must come again
for only life can live
when love again
si_irini
I just finished listening to "The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter" It just confirmed that there are tellers of stories and writers of prose. Bless them all.
The beauty
it comes from everywhere
Beauty
can be found everywhere
We capture
and see it should
We should pass it on
and feel the beauty
So that all the ugliness of this world
does not gain the upper hand
si_irini
Innocent times there once were
Untaken by the evil forces
When smiles were not yet put on
When laughter was still so loud
When hearts were not yet heavy
When joy was still unclouded
Innocent times there once were
Back you want them
Nothing else
Wenn Geschichte sich wiederholt
und diejenigen,
die sich der Vergangenheit
sehr wohl bewusst,
die falsche Wahl treffen,
dann haben alle Opfer
der Vergangenheit,
die für das Richtige
ihr Leben ließen
ein nie endendes Martyrium zu ertragen
Da sie ein zweites Mal
einen Kampf verlieren,
der doch schon
vor so langer Zeit gemacht
si_irini
Rhyme Time: King & Guillotine.
A look in the mirror reveals
what is otherwise so artfully
hidden from all
People should not see
what looking into the truth
so ruthlessly reveals
It wants to come to the surface
But you must prevent it
to appear
All this hatred that is deeply rooted
within you must not reach the light
of beauty
Not give up the fight
that you have fought for so long
with what was once done to you
si_irini
for all fighters
I found no hold
in this world
None
Never could I see
the light of hope
Never
Not given
I was not given the strength to live
Not given
I could not find
The love I sought for so long
I could not find
si_irini
For all those who ask themselves these questions, doubt but continue to fight