#stanza

[cuore-sgombro]

In ogni caso, di sera, nel buio della tua stanza, rimani comunque sempre solo con i tuoi pensieri e nulla più.

[deancaskiss]

~ starry

[phieuva]

"Douce dame jolie" a 14th century medieval french poem and song by Guillaume de Machaut.

The following four stanzas comprise the entire translated song.

Sweet beautiful lady,

For God's sake, be compassionate,

Do not let me die in languish,

Without consolation or hope.

Pleasure and joy are in your gaze,

Which comforts and revives my heart.

For your sake, I am filled with desire,

Hoping for the reward of my service.

Your beauty and worth are beyond measure,

Radiant and noble in every way.

May God, in His infinite mercy,

Grant me the favor of your love.

You are my joy, my heart's delight,

In your presence, all sorrows take flight.

My devotion to you is steadfast,

Hoping for love that will forever last.

How beautiful is that.

[poniadeaur]

A cringe poem I wrote years back....

Don't try to invade my personal space, Don't touch my body nor my face No, not because of your gender and race Neither because I' having bad days

It is for everyone, you're not the special case Whether in public or in the workplace Remember this basic rule always "MAINTAIN AN ADEQUATE DISTANCE"

Not that I want to treat you like dirt, I strongly mean these words, not a blurt On my thighs and under my shirt Certain touches cause great discomfort.

Trust me, it has nothing to do with the mood Only that, touching someone without consent is really lewd. Humble request, not to sound rude Just try to act a little more prude

For long, in our society it brewed A judgment rough and crude, That the victim was supposed to be reviewed But now that our senses have been renewed

All those cool dudes are really screwed Because now legal measure will be pursued You'll be surely sued And judges will be the final ones to conclude

For sexual harassment Or touching without consent  So you better act a little descent Or jail will be your next segment

And all friends who've been through this,

Whatever you tolerated, whatever you underwent, Play, push, pull or another torment You need to suppress their dissent  And put forward your argument

Ask for help better not too late Courage is all you need to generate Be patient, be sedate And at last, everything will be in a better state

Justice is not served in silver plate No need to hesitate And for sure, this movement, once you initiate A lot will be able to relate

Your words should debate, activate and agitate Your actions should illustrate, educate and generate Don't dominate, irritate or isolate And finally, it should cultivate and recreate  Our new and safe world

[kiriska]

Drew the cover for this year’s edition of Stanza, which features work from 30 non-binary artists and poets. Grab the anthology from Push/Pull, in-store or online.

🡆 More commentary & original digital mockup.

[env0writes]

No Longer Remembered 11.13.23 "Noct-Eternal Games"

i. “I am hungry” Cried the coyote to the night The moon pulled aside her veil and spoke, “You shall eat by my light” Beneath their feet scurried rats, Who looked up in wonder and awe Seeing gods and angels Across the moon's unveiled face, bats, they saw In tandem flight who might have joined But owls, downy from their daily sleep How busy is the evening hour In shadows, looking for their meals, they creep ii. We are hungry, squeaked the rats Beneath the coyote’s feet they fled Where once was dark is now full of light Whose appetite they now must dread The coyote snarled, “You’ll be my meal, If no greater than tiny scraps” So swift they scurried to dark and quiet places Into giants’ dens lain littered full of traps Oh prowling, howling hunters Who, hoot and growl for food As ghosts and whispers do they seek Through town and slimming wood iii. Oh, moon, oh, light Soft owls float at night Bats and other beastly things That hover causing fright “If you show them all the beauty, Of the night beneath your gaze How might we even catch them Through the woody maze?” Bats and owls plead to moon Who listens to their plight And answers this and only thus “I’ll turn away so you might see the light And too the night” iv. So, coyote howled beneath the moon Between them danced bats and owls Below them all the rats and mice and critters nice Hungry hunters give chase beneath the waning stomach growls The moon refused to watch, all night, nor turning day How could she choose who lives; who dies As she’d observe their game would change A just but cruel mistress knows not who survives Seek out your meal, your hope, your life With teeth and claw and will to live The night is yours, pale face to show To all a chance I’ll give, so please, oh please, forgive–me

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[lunavys]

the sense of accomplishment that i feel when i finish writing a piece even if its just a few paragraphs

it’s just sad that i can’t do anything with them.

[fuoco-rosso]

Saluto

Il mio cuore danza al pensiero di te vicino a me,

gli occhi si chiudono e le mie labbra le tue incontrano,

un abbraccio ci racchiude in un dono d’amore,

le nostre braccia annodate si stringono

e i nostri corpi all’unisono vibrano.

Occhi che sorridono e labbra che si gustano,

così il nostro incontro diventa unione.

-Rosso

[storytimewriting]

destroyed, available in transparent mirror (Transparent Mirror, paperback)

do you know what it means to lose yourself completely?

[retardedgay]

t h e a u t i s m

[i-mmaginando]

I servizi di questo albergo sono stupendi, ma...

... se salissimo nella mia stanza?

[twinnedpeaks]

i took the bus to the milky way, salem m. s.

[kply-industries]

[japanesecarssince1947]

1978 Nissan Stanza

My tumblr-blogs:

www.tumblr.com/germancarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/frenchcarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/englishcarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/italiancarssince1946 & www.tumblr.com/japanesecarssince1947 & www.tumblr.com/uscarssince1935

[chashmenaaz]

Us aangan ka chand

Sham samay ek unchi sidhiyon wale ghar ke aangan mein chand ko utre dekha hum ne, chand bhi kaisa? pura chand insha ji in chahne wali dekhne wali ankhon ne mulkon mulkon, shahron shahron, kaisa kaisa dekha chand har ek chand ki apni dhaj thi har ek chand ka apna roop lekin aisa raushan raushan, hansta batein karta chand? dard ke tees tu uth’ti thi, par itni bhi bharpur kabhi? aaj se pehle kab utra tha dil mein itna gahra chand! hum ne to kismat ke dar se jab paye andhyare paye ye bhi chand ka sapna hoga, kaisa chand, kahan ka chand?

🌙

insha ji duniya walon mein be sathi, be dost rahe jaise taron ke jhurmut mein tanha chand, akela chand Unka daman is daulat se khali ka khali hi raha warna the dunya mein kitne chandi chand aur sona chand jag ke charon koot mein ghuma, sailani hairan hua is basti ke is kuche ke is aangan mein aisa chand? ankhon mein bhi chitwan mein bhi chand hi chand chamakte hain chand hi tika, chand hi jhumar, chehra chand aur matha chand Ek ye chand nagar ka basi jis se dur raha sanjog warna is duniya mein sab ne chaha chand aur paya chand

🌚

ambar ne dharti par phenki nur ke chheent udas udas aaj ki shab to andhi shab thi, aaj kidhar se nikla chand! insha ji ye aur nagar hai, is basti ki reet yahi sab ki apni apni ankhein, sab ka apna apna chand! apne sapne ke matle par jo chamka wo chand hua jis ne mann ke andhyare mein aan kiya uj’yari chand chanchal muskati-muskati gori ka mukhda mahtab Pathjhad ke peDon mein at’ka pila sa ek patta chand dukh ka dariya sukh ka sagar uske dam se dekh liye hum ko apne sath hi lekar Duba aur ubhra chand

🌔

jhuki jhuki palkon ke niche namnaki ka naam na tha ye kanta jo hamein chubha hai kash tujhe bhi chubhta chand raushnion ki pili kirchein, purab pacchhim phail gain tune kis shay ke dhoke mein patthar pe de patka chand hum ne to donon ko dekha, donon hi bedard kaThor dharti wala, ambar wala, pahla chand aur duja chand chand kisi ka ho nahi sakta, chand kisi ka hota hai? chand ke khatir zid nahi karte ae mere achchhe insha chand

Ibn e Insha

[env0writes]

No Longer Remembered 11.1.23 “No, I Will Remember, I Will Linger"

Were I not some drafty place Some daft, some craft for space When heart, not hearth, nor home aflame What bitterness, remorse, whose blame? Ghosts that haunt, That laugh, chattering, and taunt Too many chambers passing; locked Too few, the memories, too few the house What craft or deed or devil too Shall take my body, my brick and mortar retinue Much there is beyond the sight In shadows formed, and bending light How vast the night and all within Where might I even begin Rekindle fires within my breast To heave against the spirit’s test The body is a graveyard built to last Overflowing with those who’ve passed So great a thing of spirit, of body, of mind The mind a maze, out past all things we’ve left behind Rattle bones, don’t break, embrace When lifted chin to meet your face Within me, live, brightly and burn Within me, thrive, so I might yearn I carry with me still the ghosts of lovers, sinners, all My body is not a material thing to burn or break or sprawl Were I not some simple place Would I become a home, remembered, loved; not to vanish, without a trace?

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