Wombed Contention - rec by @CATHARUIN : GIVING MYSELF GRACE WHILST ON MY PERIOD

 

O wretched cramps, thou fickle foe,
thou doth conspire with stabbing woe.
uterine betrayal to mine own heart,
doth mock me with its bitter art.

one moment I laugh, then weep I do,
alas, my jeans, now crimsoned through.
I long to scream, to shout, to rage in vain,
yet lo, I must hold such a wrath in chain.

am I some hysterical woman? nay, I protest,
'tis this monthly cycle which all would detest,
if they knew this unrule the moon doth decree,
they'd cry with sorrows as deep as we.

though anguish plagues, still doth my soul,
hold infinite love beyond control.
so to those I cherish, know this well,
I care for thee more than pain could swell.


-- I wrote this with ibuprofen in me and a hot water bottle on me.

-- also know that I did write a stanza about being that special kind of horned up, that added annoyance, but thought it was a bit much. IYKYK tho

Catharuin's profile: https://www.pi.fyi/u/catharuin

City Lights From The Plane - rec by @MOONBEAMS

 

on the plane, I soar on high,
watching city lights drift by.
a bright night sea, like distant stars,
of twinkling homes and tiny cars.

as I sit, with curiosity sought,
the distance fades, a link is caught,
I wonder what the people do,
and if they ever look up too.

somewhere below, I picture gazes,
or those lost in thought, different phases,
of life - it's strange and sweet, these human feelings,
connecting us through our sky's ceilings.

I'd hope if someone glanced my way,
they'd dream the same as I did today.



-- The last plane I took was years ago to Perth. It was daylight on the trip there, but I had a window seat. Looking down across the infrastructure, buildings, houses, then farms and canola fields, imagining folks and animals goin' about their day. It passed the time pretty quickly. 

-- The only night plane was 14 years ago, coming back from Kangaroo Island. I don't think it was a window seat, but I do remember the beauty of seeing grounded stars. I wish I could recall that ride better than I do.

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Comforting Familiarity - rec by @SNIFFLE

greetings Strangers, I'm glad to see,
you here, waiting, along with me.
the train arrives, our time is brief,
yet spotting you brings much relief.

of comforting familiarity, a silent tether,
that makes the world feel more together.

goodbye Strangers, on your way,
I don't know your names, but you're part of my day.
I hope to see you again, maybe soon,
where we'll share our hellos, in our own quiet tune.


-- This rec made me smile. To think of all my strangers on my commutes and our life routines that cross, comforting familiarity is a really nice way to put it

Sniffle's profile: https://www.pi.fyi/u/sniffle

A Love Letter To The Universe - rec by @SOULFUL_OLD_MAN_SUNSHINE : NASA IMAGE AND VIDEO LIBRARY

 

 

In the vastness of the boundless sky,
Where celestials in distant dances fly,
I exist in awe, my heart so full,
Grateful for this endless pull.

Through lenses sharp, or just our eyes,
We glimpse some truth in unknown skies.
The present force of gravitation,
Binding bodies in orbits’ station.

The draw of clouds, of vibrant hue,
Where stardust drifts and wishes new,
A nebula’s bloom, colourful flare,
The cosmos’ soul, I long to wear.

To wonder what it’s like to fall,
Into a black hole’s hungry call,
Where matter bends, sight and time,
Would laws shift in twisted rhyme?

The thoughts of foreign worlds, of flight,
Or our planet's friend, who shines at night.
The spaces between the galaxies grow,
Of cosmic routes we’ll never know.

We can’t explore each unknown way,
Or touch the paths that comets play,
But here we are, a fleeting spark,
Alive beneath the ceaseless dark.

So though we can’t hold all stars so bright,
Or feel the pulse of far off light,
Just seeing through a mirrored lens,
Is enough to know where beauty tends.

How wondrous that we share this place,
A gift to dream, to love, to chase.
The universe, a swirling sea,
And here we are, in harmony.


-- In honour of Valentine's Day, this is my love letter to the universe. I've had the foundation of it for a while, but couldn't stop picking at it. Reading this lovely rec inspired me to expand and finish it! Thanks again to @SOULFUL_OLD_MAN_SUNSHINE

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The (re)Birth of Taterhole - rec by @TATERHOLE @LUCIUS : TATERHOLE'S NEW PFP

 

 

from sea faired birth, a goddess rose,
with flowing hair and soft repose.
her beauty vast, a lovely sight,
a Venus pure, in morning's light.

but as she shifts with sugared grace,
she turns to green, a sexy face.
an m&m, her shape still serves,
of candy craft, salacious curves.

(yet Tucker's gaze, not sharp nor keen,
finds not her charm, no heels are seen)


-- I cackled to myself while writing this one

check out their profiles:
https://www.pi.fyi/u/taterhole and https://www.pi.fyi/u/lucius

Beautiful Butch Bus Driver - rec by @NANABO

 

 

a vision beyond what words can tell,
a force that those who don't know well,
could never grasp, and yet they stare,
at a sight of butch beauty I'd wish to share.

-- this is the shortest poem I think I've ever written and it's one of my faves

Nanabo's profile: https://www.pi.fyi/u/nanabo

Bridges - rec by @DARICE

 

upon the wooden arched bridge I tread,
the gentle hum of water, spread.

I see the ducks, the turtles in play,
and feel the river's pulse in sway.

it has taken me across the small divide,
a simple passage, where peace did bide.

-- this rec made me think of a very specific bridge where I live, along with some lovely childhood memories of it (:

Darice's profile: https://www.pi.fyi/u/darice

Wallowing - rec by @DARICE

laying across the couch, forlorn,
the back of my hand on my brow, worn.
one arm dangling, heavy, my regret,
a sigh escapes, an exasperated threat.

I channel a lady, fainting, from days of yore,
a Victorian soul, wallowing once more.
her sensibilities, rattled and torn,
in a world where respite is so often scorned.

and just as I gather comfort, my plight,
a sharp ding echoes, another blight.
a text from my car insurance, so tame,
a reminder that life is still playing its game.

oh, so quaint, and how clear,
even in fragility, mundane duty draws near.

 

 -- because sometimes you need to bask in the dramatics for a while to feel a little validated~

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