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anonymousdandelion · 9 months
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this shalom aleichem
is shaky and sad
and every verse rhymes
with a tear
the candle flames (lit
seventeen minutes late)
are alight
unlike any hearts here
the angels of shabbos
both look the scene over
then turn to each other
and both heave a sigh
may it be like this next week
the evil one utters
amen
says the good one
the evil asks
why?
this home is a mess
and the people are too
yes, the food is prepared
but that’s all they could do
upset and unsettled
the bed left unmade
the table unset
and the lighting delayed
this shabbos is laden
with hurt and with pain
so how can you see this
and answer ‘amen’?
may it be like this next week
the good one replies
(watching the people
with tears in their eyes)
that candles are kindled
before the sun sets
that through all their struggles
they manage to rest
to honor shabbat
in the ways that they may
they gave it their best
and they got through the day
may it be like this weekly
in every domain
the evil one sighs
and then answers
amen
as shalom aleichem
soon draws to its end
the angels depart
as the lyrics ascend
the house is still filthy
the troubles don’t cease
yet still, here we are
blessing angels of peace
may peace be upon you
they pray in return
perhaps not this week
but the candles still burn
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headspace-hotel · 1 year
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"Disaster Taxon," poem assembled using text from Wikipedia articles
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venus-light · 1 year
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What we seek, however, is not power over people, but the power of control of our own destiny:
ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!
// Become Ungovernable, Medium // BLACK PANTHER PARTY’S FREE BREAKFAST PROGRAM (1969-1980) // The Genius of Huey P. Newton, CounterPunch // Abi Thorn’s Trans Power Speech Transcript // Nina Cried Power, Hozier ft. Mavis Staples // Jackboot Jump, Hozier // Backlash Blues, Nina Simone // Be, Hozier // Take Me To Church, Hozier // Tomorrow is My Turn, Nina Simone
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lunadiluana · 3 months
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Maybe it's the way you say my name. Maybe it's the way you play your game. But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you. But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'd be mine, mine. And I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smile:)
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andreahrnjak · 29 days
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Born of whispers in the wind, Their journey starts, no roots to bind, They tell a tale of fleeting dreams, Of hopes that soar on gentle streams.
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embeccy · 5 months
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"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again."
- Suzanne Collins
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bbgirl-aesthetic20 · 9 months
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I'm back yall 😘
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bonkie · 3 months
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how to never stop being sad, dandelion hands
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tanyaluca · 8 months
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Dandelion Cat…:)))
Tanya Luca
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crazystonergirl · 10 months
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“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seems almost born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
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niftukkun · 1 year
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dandelions for anarchy, rebellion, and a stubbornness like no other
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anonymousdandelion · 10 months
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after too long in exile
I hear Yiddish and feel immediately at home.
I hear Yiddish and the rhythms sound like family.
I hear Yiddish and my heart yearns for more.
I hear Yiddish feel Yiddish want Yiddish am Yiddish
I hear Yiddish and I do not understand a word.
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trinalwilliams · 24 days
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At the wishing well
Daydreaming...
Looking in I could see my reflection
Outlined silhouette of my soul
Sometimes you have to dive deep
To a place you think you have never been before
How do I explain this beautiful pain that lives inside me
Putting me in a state of grace
On the verge of crying yet holding back
The connection of here and now to thereafter
Bonds formed through life experiences and beyond
Through love, time and space
I travel through this lifetime reaching universes unexpected
A knowing that life's eternity carries me through all existence
Knowing everything is always the same in oneform or another
Shifting everything inside of me till it feels good or not
Allowing me to grow with creation
Allowing me to see more of it all
The sparkle of shinny things
making a wish
The sound of silence
Tlw
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keepingitneutral · 1 year
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“Sleeping With Dandelions”
Lewis Newman recently won first prize in the Animal Portraits category of the 2023 British Wildlife Photography Awards, capturing a sweet image of a female fox moving through a woodland that has been partially destroyed by industrialism with a face full of dandelion floaties
© Lewis Newman/British Wildlife Photography Awards
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kingofdandelions · 7 months
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Plant flowers in my wounds, preferrably yellow ones but others are welcome too.
Don't bury me in the ground. Please.
Strip away my flesh and use my skeleton as a halloween decoration. Use my ashes in a cake, or some candy or any other type of food. Place my rotting body inside a cave or a hollow tree, so an adventurer can find me rotting away with flower growing between my ribs. Let my corpse be the most beuatiful bouqet ever seen. Let the smell of dandelions overpower the smell of decay. Burn me to keep the fireplace from dying as I have. Eat me to keep yourself from starving.
Let me be of use even in my death.
Let me entertain you. Let me scare you. Let me help you. Let me suprise whoever stumbles upon my rotting flesh.
I want to live on while my body is rotting, my skin decaying and my lungs no longer breathing. I want to grow flowers in my eyesockets.
If Ive been shot through my skull, place purple irises through the bleeding wound.
If my heart is torn out, let bluebells use my flesh as soil.
If my eyes are gouged out plant variegated tulips in the eye sockets.
Let wildflowers grow through my rot, let dandelion beam from all my open wounds. Let my corpse breathe through the flowers, keeping me from ever really dying with their life and constant growing.
Yes, let me die, but don't bury me in the ground. Bury me in flowers, so many that you can hardly see the rotting flesh. So colorfull flowers that you can ignore the blood staining them. So goodsmelling the my decay wont be noticed. So beatiful that you forget that its a corpse, and not a garden.
Make sure that Im more alive then I ever could dream of, despite being a corpse. Despite my guts being spilled on the ground. Despite my eyeballs no longer filling my sockets. Despite my blood seeping out and my heart not beating.
I want to live in a way that no one quite living can. My corpse living on far longer than I can, and the flowers revelling in my corpse out living myself.
I want my immortality gained through flowers.
If I ever die, my immortality will be gained with my corpse.
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sfsolstice · 1 month
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flown from behind the ear
came a dandelion tuft,
a single and lone seed,
and i wondered:
who must have wished?
on such a breezy day,
surely it had been ol' Wind;
or he be the messenger, and
perhaps on his breath
the lingering of a kiss,
a love to be carried here,
in a prayer solemn, or hope—
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