Sharpened Stones

You claim,
like your parents
before you
taught,
that killing
carries
God’s
judgment
and wrath.

Yet, through scrolling streams,
I hear your words,
hurled in hate,
like sharpened stones,
piercing flesh,
ripping apart hearts
of the least
among us.

When …

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March

The bulbs I buried
before winter frost
and freeze
will soon wake
and break
earth’s
surface,
spreading colorful
sprays of spring’s
aromatic arrival.

…

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Liberal Tears

Like those
when
Jesus wept—
not weak felt,
but love kept.

Tears shed
for lands
shattered,
for hearts
overburdened,
for hands
overworked.

Tears fall
when justice
fails,
when truth
strays,
when kindness
withers
away.

Tears stream
to nourish
our scorched …

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Threads

Beloved child,
little
gentle one.

Your wisdom,
peppered
in silver gray,

shouts kindness
in soft whispers,
words learned
in humble
noble youth.

Daily writing prompt

What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?

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Astra Invicta

Is it fate?
My destiny?
Scribbled in the stars—
faraway stars,
those unreachable stars—
that guide my steps
along paths—
dark paths I do not choose.

Is it fate?
My life,
simply a game of chance,
predetermined,
played like a …

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The Gulf

Bottomless
blue waters,
where warm
currents cradle
savage energy.
And storms,
irrational,
unbridled,
wild,
rise
in violent fits.

Tempests swirl in
whispered rage,
clapping thunder,
causing chaos.
Surely you
will carry destruction
when you hit
land.

Our land,
intentionally sliced …

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In reply to <a href="https://theotherklm.com/2025/02/15/like-the-word/#comment-2067">Things on my mind</a>. Thank you. I am glad the flow moved you. That's what this poet hopes to achieve with everything I write. Sometimes it's the small moments that make the biggest ripples.

Disjointed Joy

Fractured
smiles, shattered
souls.

Grins
like glass, cracking
wide. Eyes
unseeing, hearts
collide. Happiness
hoarded, scarce
and thin
as if more
for you means
less within.

Gathered
crowds, hollow
cheer. Voices
loud to mask
our fear. Laughter
sharp, brittle
sounds. …

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Yoked With Grace

The meek move,
stepping soft,
but sure,
between
mothers’ sighs
and silent prayers.

In hospital rooms,
nurses abide—
holding anxious hands
pulsing with pain.

Behind shelter doors,
some stir broth—
thick with potatoes,
peas, pork.
Serving warm hope
to a …

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Water, Like the Word

Waters wait, like unwritten rhymes—
silent, steady, streaming.
Splashed in childhood’s hosepipe laughs,
barefoot sprints across water-war-soaked sidewalks.
Sips of dusk on the back-door steps,
grandpa’s glass half-full stories.
No flavor needed—just the taste
of moments flowing, freely offered.…

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Blessed Be the Brave

Patriotic are the poor in spirit,
for they shall see a nation rise when all are lifted.

Patriotic are those who mourn,
for they shall shift sorrow into justice.

Patriotic are the meek,
for they shall lead with wisdom, not …

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