Earth
The earth is solid
Everywhere there’s rock and dirt
It is one big mess
Water
Water has a need
It’s flow a force of nature
We fight to tame it
Air
You can’t see the air
Yet it presses in on you
It’s a lot like guilt
Fire
Fire’s a hungry beast
A gift from the Gods for us
It wants to burn you
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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A Prayer
As we brace for change, let’s all bow our heads to his amazing Grace. In Yeshua’s name. May we pray. Dear Heavenly Father, I know you can see, the weight of the world has been heavy indeed, we need your decrees, your wisdom, your light, to shine abundantly in this horrible fight. We march, we scream all for our needs, we speak from our knees as we plant more seeds. More seeds of hope that one day, peace becomes the resting platform of the chosen. We search for essence, just to match our potential, been in situations that blocks our intentions, manifested in wholeness, tried to call on a breakthrough from practical emotions, yet still we feel defeated. Fighting in our Egypt, the wilderness is cold, you always see it, you gave us mama and a new fight for hope. We search for our leader to call upon our needs, not patronizing the fact that the pews need to have seats. Your alter was built on the back of your strength, your word, the creation that empowers this nation. I say father God, I draw near to you in these times with a heavy heart. Modesty and humility leaning on your conviction, the predictions, but everyone refuse to accept the premonition. The gifted left in a field wandering, knowing that the land is milk and honey, but hungry still. In the stillness of this peace, you’ve centered me to see that the cornerstone of rock bottom has been the alter to my callings, yet some refuse to retreat. Not fighting a battle that’s yours in deed, in my God like energy you bestowed upon me. You poured into the cup, it overflows from your love, your mercies multiplied through the mirror of your son. The sacrifice of consciousness, how do we imply wisdom, learn from the last mistakes it’s called repentance. I stand in intersession, not in the intersections, can’t rush through traffic you’re the only direction. The pressing, the oil, the refined testimony that’s already won again. We come to ask for forgiveness from what we did to your son, we come to shower the joys of love that’s given to us, grace and hope, happiness to be woke, desired to be love. We thank you for choosing us and we already know there’s no one else above. As long as there is the word there is law. And as long as there is law there is man, thank you Heavenly Father, once again.
By Charelle Landersa day ago in Poets
The First Rainbow Baby
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
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Earth: This haiku captures the solidity of the earth with a stark simplicity. The use of "rock and dirt" conjures an image of raw, unyielding terrain, emphasizing the chaotic and messy nature of the planet's surface. The poem encapsulates the Earth's rugged essence in just a few words. Water: This haiku beautifully captures the dual nature of water – a force of nature with its own needs and an element that humans strive to control. The phrase "flow a force of nature" is particularly evocative, conveying the relentless, uncontrollable nature of water. The haiku reflects the perpetual struggle between humans and this essential, yet potentially destructive, element. Air: The haiku on air is particularly clever in drawing a parallel between air and guilt. The invisible yet palpable nature of both is highlighted, creating a subtle metaphor. The comparison adds depth to the poem, making the reader contemplate the intangible yet ever-present aspects of both air and guilt. Fire: The haiku on fire effectively personifies this element as a "hungry beast" and a "gift from the Gods." The duality of fire, as both a provider and a destructive force, is encapsulated in these few words. The haiku also carries a warning about the potential dangers inherent in the captivating yet unpredictable nature of fire. Overall, it conveys the primal and elemental aspect of this force. ChatGPT