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"There is no war in Ba Sing Se"...

so many Joo Dees, so many that prop up the lies...so many fantasy political war stories, like ATLA, just blatantly playing out across the world these days!

Mark, please don't share fake photos. It does not support your cause. Three of these are fake. I am fairly sure Melania lies almost as much as she breathes, but fake pictures hurt the cause.

A picture of the poem and illustration Masks by Shel Silverstein. Two people are holding giant masks and facing away from one another in a simple black and white sketch. The text reads: Masks She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by - And never knew.

Masks

She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by -
And never knew.

by Shel Silverstein

Unshielded Chrysalism I yearn to become her, She stands calm on wet rocks Suppressing a shiver From the spume in her locks Spellbound and freebound Her eyes on the skies Deep sound all around Waves nigh to her thighs A safe life's too sterile, She lives in this atoll On rocks, rife with peril That bolster her kind soul Chrysalism found in Vulnerable intention By Fiery Sun Song FluxOfMind.ca The background of this text graphic is a vague impression of painted waves over rocks. I designed it in Canva with their software and stock images. I never use AI tools.

#BornBattleReady #InnerPeace #FaceTheChaos

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If the DHS is going to intimidate Americans opposing ICE, then if enough people publicly condemn them, they will be overwhelmed. Especially those in safer countries, we can distract from vulnerable Americans and add to the numbers.

Down with ICE 👎

Words can be weapons, their lightest barbs insults, their deepest cuts changing beliefs.

#FaeSense (ran out of room above) 😬😅

My precious attention is their
obsession
They try to entice for any
price
Yet they glower at my latent
power
I need not pay, I can turn
away
I can listen to all that
glistens
I can hear it all if I ignore their
thrall
Magic in stillness, escape in
idleness

#TheSoundOfGrassGrowing

Scared Americans, you are not alone. Many of us around the world stand at the ready to help in big and small ways, depending on our capabilities. You have one another, and many more outside your borders 🫶

Billionaires should not exist.

This week's #BornBattleReady prompt word is: HARBINGER

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The only rule is to aim for the heart — and don’t miss! 🖤⚔️🤍

I sure hope this domino starts a chain effect!

I echo what the others have said, this is incredible. It feels both raw and layered. Thank you for sharing 👏 🔆

It's so full of life, just not of the tree that it used to be! What a great photo 😍🪾🍂🍄🌱

#poetry #fascism

Unfortunately so true. I feel like empathy is part of the problem. Empathy is a skill, not only for the benefit of others, but for yourself as well. If you can put yourself in their shoes, you can imagine them in yours, and then do what they couldn't to prepare for the disaster that hit them first.

Such hilarious and adorable imagery! 👏🔆

I love this. Especially "shedding falsehoods with open eyes" 🤌🔆👏

Moxie What an encouraging word, and yet, so difficult to write about when just coming out of survival mode while beginning to face, that health might not be restored. As it is bringing light to those shadow worlds of mind, and trauma, the wealth of words is suspended to give way to pure, raw feeling. Trying to avoid an impetuous deep-dive, I let it dapple rock-bottom to find importance lying underneath the tower's rubble, intimidated, and wincing. "You matter" Those words, once cherished, now have the effect of a scarecrow, chased by paper planes aflame. This doesn't make sense, you say? Keep mining for clues. You may find that logic never made any sense in this place. This is not about sinners, and saints. Me? I wish on a star for better sleep. Or, perhaps it was Mars. One piece of rubble I'll keep, to remind me where I never want to go, again. A token, to remember, that I have nothing to fear, any more, because I've been in hell, and I didn't stop there. A faint diamond drift is carried through the frost-bound night, like a silver lining, that says: "Keep moving." The frozen stream is slowly thawing. Hearts are mended by quiet miracles, not by grand gestures. The dragon is silently kindling the fire for the phoenix to rise. Soon, the violets will bloom by the river. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

A close-up of a snow-covered, red rose hip. © Stefanie Neumann - #KBFPhotography

Moxie

My contribution to today's
#vss365 & this week's #BornBattleReady & #BlueSkyArtShow.

Prose, and picture also available via the link below.

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#WritingCommunity #poetry

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Thank you 😊

That sounds fun!

This poem is a jazzy experience!
So clever 😁 👏🔆

I love this kind of moxie 😊👏🔆

Like a tree I will
not move; facing the harsh world
with just growth and change

#haiku #micropoetry #mpprompt #poem

Wild in the best way. Your words are an unexpected adventure, not unlike tripping and then tumbling down a rabbit hole to Wonderland 🐇🔆👏

These words are galvanizing ❤️‍🔥✊️🔆 Great writing!

This is a text graphic I designed in Canva using their tools and stock images. No AI - I never use AI tools. The background is a very blurry impression of snow and branches, with faint impressions of a branch, a dead leaf, and a green leaf behind the text. The text is mostly green in a casual font, with the words Spindly, branch, and crumbling in brown, and the word green in a brighter green. The text is a poem I wrote. The spacing is a bit wild to indicate pauses. In case you are using an e-reader, I will use periods in the below transcript to indicate those same pauses. Transcript: Moxie: Spindly branch. Stitched in ice. Nursing. last leaves. Shy. Crumbling. Leaf. Asked for nothing. And got it. Assertive. Green. Leaf. Asked for everything. And got it. I know. Which leaf. I am. By Fiery Sun Song Fluxofmind.ca

"asked for nothing
and got it
...
asked for everything
and got it"

#BornBattleReady #Moxie #Poetry #WritingCommunity