@RL_Dane sort of a “Do not go gentle into that #GoodnightPoem “ 😏

The cynosure absence, the unvoiced plaint,
These scattered spoils of shattered pasts.

A touch of divinity amidst the squalor of infinity, the ever retreating approach of the future.

Make fast the stays against the surges of the present; now’s about to get tossed.

#GoodnightPoem

Hey, #GoodnightPoem people! I've got a question for you:

I've owned the goodnightpoem.club domain since the beginning, but haven't actually done anything with it yet. Are there any ideas *you* have on what I can use it for? Or should I just let it lapse?

@benjaminhollon I swear I was about to ask you yesterday about what happened to #GoodNightPoem, I guess I don't have to anymore XD

The sweet caress of sleep
washes away the indignities of the day
places me in a sailboat
sends me on my way

I sail across a sea
of tears that seem like wine
to land that feels like carpet
in a boat that rocks like the cradle

The sea falls away

I am in the sky
a sky that's filled
with dreams that look like clouds

Far beneath, I still see
the day's outrage
as white foam
on a sea of peace

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#GoodnightPoem #Poetry #AmWriting

On that day we'll clap our hands
On that day, we'll sing

We'll cheer the fight we've newly won
Beneath a sky full of song

Today, we'll work
Work toward that day—or perhaps not—
Knowing on that day we'll rest

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#GoodnightPoem #AmWriting #Poetry

We had a dream, once
A land we'd live with you

We had a dream, once
Before the dreamless moved in
Building skyscrapers around our huts

We had a dream, once
When we were young
Before the elders told us
Youth's dreams are frivolous

We had a dream, once
One day, we'll have one again

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Feels good to get back into doing this nightly. I'll try to keep it up.

I rather like this one—I managed to evoke a famous speech (need I name it?) while making my own spin.

#GoodnightPoem #AmWriting #Poetry

@arndell
- #GoodnightPoem is one I started and participate in with a couple others. I'm planning to get back into it once school starts on Monday and I have a consistent schedule again.
- #MechanicalKeyboards is pretty fun
- #AmWriting is busy, but fun if you're into writing
- I like to follow #introduction so I can meet all the great new people!

Autumn glaze under tempestuous manifold

Reading the words written with air

Plastic furniture, local copper ash tray; the hands, too quick; the eyes: too bold

I’m memorized, am mesmorizing, the pattern of prominence not there.

Agency. Autonomy. The least one can grant to anything one holds

Precious under-utilized tools, tangy technology serving with care.

#GoodnightPoem

You come across a shattered statue, dethroned from its pedestal. You read the inscription, pondering it and looking around you.

Nothing beside remains
but you
Time marches on
all is left behind

You like that
You prefer
certain inevitable obscurity
to uncertain fame

You continue your journey, unconcerned by time's passing.

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(this one's a passage from "An Antique Land", a mixed poetry-prose long-form piece I've been writing)

Looking at the full moon from a plane
The clearest and brightest I've seen it
Rising above the sunset

We sink into a cloud
The moon fades from view

I strain to catch another glimpse of the moon
Hoping beyond reason

Then I realize
We are flying through a thunderstorm

And I cannot see the ground

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This one's a true story from this last week.

#GoodnightPoem #Poetry #AmWriting

On his couch he would sit, and he'd type "git commit", but if his phone was dead, 2FA would muck it. Uh... #GoodnightPoem

How do you begin
When you've already lost the fight?

Can you hold your head high
When you know that
The best you can do is
Not make things worse?

I don't know.
I really don't.

But at least I know
I can try.

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#GoodnightPoem #Poetry #AmWriting

In my mind I see a WORM
That feasts on beasts and grows
Connections made are latched in place
Perish a thought? I cannot!

Perhaps, in truth, I'm fortunate
I have no wires not thin
When I make my final choice
None will suffer as I rejoice

So sing of petty loves long lost
of your forgotten confidantes
I've only come to understand
through pages held in my awed hands

#GoodnightPoem #poetry

Not too happy with this one. I set the bar too high with some of the others :P

Collect my plans into a heap
I set it all aflame
No trace of errors will remain
I sweep them with my sleep

Preempt recursive retrospect
I seek cooperation
I dance but find
Alas! Dismay!
The choir dead
The killer fled
There's no-one I can goto.

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#GoodnightPoem

The last of the sun's rays slips behind the mountain. By the dying light, you can still see the faint silhouette of the mountain range.

For even the sun must die a blameless death
each night it dies for us all
each morning it lives again
reborn

Your heart
that small shrine to the sun
deep inside you
still shines
It keeps the flame
waiting for the sun's rebirth
when the morning next arrives
later than before

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#GoodnightPoem #AnAntiqueLand

Twinkle, secret giant star
Your Light has shrunk
It's travelled far
Staring at an empty sky
I think of ancient days gone by

"shoot for the sky!"
our hopeful cry
until one day
to my dismay
we spread
slew Dreams
your final beams

Do we jilt you out of fear?
Knowing we're so small, we leer
at thoughts of broken lives
cursed ends
and so we hide
our ancient friends

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#GoodnightPoem #poetry

Futzed with like six variations of this and still not happy with it but it's late so

Good night!

I put the pen to paper
Depressing with these marks
I feel it
Pushing
BACK
To sooner feel the sparks

It seeks to and it changes
A faint glow in the dark
Perhaps in introspection
Mind bored, essential
In
Solace
And in
Sanity

The word in mind
The source is mine
but not truly internal
These words of mine
They flow to time
Decided by the pencil

And on the page
Mind! Stage!
The place where all must happen

I see results but not the stages
not from whence they came.

#GoodnightPoem #poetry

Each time you tear your gaze away from the sun, the contour of the mountains ahead has shifted. Despite all your renewed vision, you cannot decipher where one ends and the next begins.

The great mystery of the sun
lies not in its light
(for its light, though magnificent, is nothing alone)
Rather, the mystery is shown
by how the light changes
that which it touches

Such is life
Such is love
Such is hope

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#GoodnightPoem #AnAntiqueLand

I've been workig on a different sort of writing project than what I generally go for, in my downtime. It's a hybrid of poetry and prose and is chock-full of symbolism and metaphors. It's pretty relaxing to write, honestly.

I'm expecting the final length to be at least a couple thousand lines of poetry, plus an about-equivalent bit of prose.

I might post occasional excerpts for my #GoodnightPoem posts.