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October 20, 2026 at 02:54 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, #96436
Dimitar
ParticipantFrom This Mountaintop
All the suns and the planets, the moons and the stars,
Held aloft in the heavens like so many props;
Plot their well-trodden courses and write their memoirs,
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop.All the birds of the air and the creatures of earth,
Scarpering and scampering, they clamber and hop;
In life and in death they live out their worth,
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop.All the troubles and the turmoil and the waves of unrest,
All the famines and the wars that are fought non-stop;
Nothing more and no less than Souls put to the test,
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop.All the pleasures and the pains and the tears that you cried,
All the wins and the losses and the embarrassing flops;
Served no other purpose but to reave you of pride,
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop.All the mis-starts and the missteps and the misjudgements too,
All the half-loves and the half-truths so over the top;
So painstakingly prepared just to lead me to you…
I can see it all so clearly from this mountaintop!October 17, 2026 at 16:15 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, #96251ParticipantA Slice of Life
the rhythm of life; heaven and earth breathing in, then out, together
children’s laughter, deaf to their parents’ appeals; “inside now, you’ll catch your death!”
while angels gather on the head of a pin, lovers allocate limbs and hearts
a slice of life; having one’s cake and eating it too
marshalling the hosts of the Mighty HU; a plague of human ills!
October 8, 2026 at 22:39 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 16.01.26 #95568ParticipantThe Crow’s Lullaby
“Mother crow, mother crow, why do you squawk so?
There’s no mistaking your fear, your torment and woe,
As I walk on by, way down here below;
Mother crow, mother crow, why do you squawk so?”“Upon yonder mountain,” the mother crow sings;
“I’ve seven cute children; behold my old nest!
Good babies with big, round eyes filled with zest,
Upon yonder mountain,” the mother crow sings.“My wings are worn ragged, my beak torn to shreds,
Seeking morsels in the shallows of the old river bed,
Neath the beech and the oak just to keep each one fed,
My wings are worn ragged, my beak torn to shreds!”“Ne’er a moment of rest or a sliver of peace.
If e’er I should find myself dispossessed,
Of the ones that I loved, of the ones I’ve been blessed;
Ne’er a moment of rest or a sliver of peace!What will I do when the raging storm breaks,
When the high winds they blow, and the floodwaters churn?
Should my children be taken and never return?
What will I do when the raging storm breaks?And where will I go, how will I hide,
From the hawk on the high wind and the silent winged owl;
How will I protect them from hunters on the prowl?
Where will I go, and how will I hide?”“Upon yonder mountain,” the mother crow sings;
“My round-eyed good babies all seven you’ll see,
You’ll then understand what it means to be me!
Upon yonder mountain! the mother crow sings…“Mother crow, mother crow, how you squawk so,
There’s no mistaking your fear, your torment and woe.
I now understand, way down here below…
Mother crow, mother crow, why you squawk so!”October 5, 2026 at 21:34 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 16.01.26 #95382ParticipantThe Depths of a Dream
the sucking sounds
of the whirlpool, fading like a memory
in the depths of a dream…players,
each understanding the game differently;
all in a row!the youngest daughter,
sweetest of the crop;
had to be my luck!falling to that traitor, doubt
was never an option, but this
is more than I bargained for!the old man’s dead;
praise the old man and
raise your glasses!a humble kingdom left behind,
a humble kingdom found;
no longer the Prince!a pair of pigeons;
the tender timbres of their secret
whisperings…the faintest creaking
of bamboo beyond the tentacles
of wind and rain06 10 2026
September 27, 2026 at 15:51 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 16.01.26 #94832ParticipantHaiku Sequence
The Old Childless Couple
lame duck posturing;
to be or not to be?
again and againwall of death;
twin lasers slicing and grinding
men to dust!merciful and quick,
the less you struggle the better;
the butcher’s bladetime’s unhalting march,
sixty years or sixty seconds?
the blink of an eyethe old childless couple,
an otherwise perfect marriage;
a walk by the seaside…September 26, 2026 at 19:08 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 16.01.26 #94774ParticipantThe Defiler
Just when everything
felt so swell,
He ambled in
without a care.
He’s turned my heaven
into a hell –
He’s the defiler
of all that’s fair!He’ll never insult
or revile you,
He’s never abrasive,
or appears uncouth;
But don’t let him
beguile you –
He’s the despoiler
and the defacer of truth!He presents with a smile
and a song you may know, He plays right into
your soft-plumed pride;
He’ll convince you there’s a place
you simply must go,
And before long you agree
to go along for the ride.You’re lulled into sleep,
where you wake in chains;
There’s a column ahead
With you hindmost.
And the dog and the dogcart
and the one at the reins,
All pay you no heed,
as you give up the ghost.Whether you wake,
or whether you sleep;
Whether hearty and hale
Or weak and infirm,
Whether you laugh,
or whether you weep;
None are immune
To the invisible worm!“I’ve many a name
And many a shape,
I was there at the beginning,
I’ll be there at the end;
Ive been tasked with administering
This vast landscape,
I am nobody’s enemy
Nor am I friend.“So the ages pass
In my kingdom of light,
Where anxiety shadows
Every pleasure and joy.
Where the throngs await
Both day and night,
For a crumb from my table,
or some brand new toy.“And what do I care
For the man who delves,
Into his own heart
And ignores my advice;
When most are reluctant
To help themselves,
And settle for a simple
Throw of the dice?”“I am the defiler,
Of all things fair.
I know you’ll always
Remember me;
But at the end of the day
I really don’t care…
Should you unravel
My game and walk free.”September 12, 2026 at 01:49 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 16.01.26 #93606ParticipantThe Song of the Wind
O’er the moor,
across the heath,
This heart it
moans and wails!
My snaking path,
with chaos wrought;
A shipwrecked dawn,
an ocean pale.From whence I’ve come
and whither I go;
To follow and behold
My face you’d dare?
The wild main,
forsaken once,
Has taken all
and laid you bare;The booming weald
may sing my praise,
Rejoice in
my caress;
But that which madmen
dared to dream,
I’ve come
to repossess!Hearken to
my haunting strain;
Rising from the ruins,
Rising from thee.
When the heart has been emptied
and nothing remains…
Rise from the ruins,
Rise and be free!August 29, 2026 at 04:35 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 16.01.26 #92665ParticipantUntil We Meet Again
Have I done something to upset you?
What has caused your departure?
Did I become too used to your presence? Did I take you for granted?Whatever I did, I take it back!
A moment of foolishness,
Of stupid pride;
If only I could.All of the days and nights
we spent together; how can
I ever forget them?How can I ever forget you?
I will carry on without you,
Though the pain of your absence
I will wear like a scar forever.But I will not speak of my suffering,
I will not make a spectacle of myself,
No, I will bear all in silence,
And I will dedicate every breath,
Every beat of my heart to you!Now I understand, now I truly know;
The Angel of Love cannot be held;
Though my heart screams it wants
To more than anything!I remember our mornings most of all;
Bright sunlit mornings with your laughter
in my ears, your face near, your eyes
Looking into mine.And our nights;
borne away on ecstatic wings;
Nights where nothing else and
No other existed but us!Fly, fly free;
Wherever your heart may lead.
And I will be there in Spirit beside you… until we meet again, my love, my dear.ParticipantThis from Garland Nixon, he does not know if it is truth or some ploy by the Iranians;
“The IRGC has announced the targeting of six tactical vessels operated by terrorist US military in the Persian Gulf leaving a large number of US forces killed in the process. In continuation of the 84th wave the IRGC conducted a hybrid operation against US and Israel terrorists hitting their tactical hardware precisely…”
ParticipantOne month’s time, and things will be a lot worse…😉
March 16, 2026 at 05:46 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 16.01.26 #79758ParticipantEven in hell, if you are with me,
I would not want to leave.And if I find myself in heaven without you,
Those wide fields will be confining to my breathing heart.Rumi; “Soul Fury”, Coleman Barks; translation
The Valley of Lightning
daylight approaching;
the vampire’s ball coming
to an ignominious end!the pouch of plenty;
the secret is wanting no more
than is necessarya time of war;
the veils of illusion
torn aside!moving through the world
as if in a dream; when pain
and suffering is allwalking
through the valley of lightning;
every fear assuaged…16 03 2026
February 27, 2026 at 19:22 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 16.01.26 #78100Participantthe creation of soul;
an unwritten page in the
book of historyFebruary 27, 2026 at 18:58 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 16.01.26 #78098ParticipantA journey fell before us, without us… Rumi
Haiku Sequence
Any Ocean
high summer,
the jacaranda shedding her glory –
lilac carpetthe final bloom,
branches heavy with seed pods;
hanging on for dear lifea lonely dirt track
to only God knows where;
the horse before the cartone and the same;
the devil you know
and the devil you don’tbehind Bashō’s field
of withered dreams;
the fountain of all suns!your eyes;
as blue as robin’s eggs,
as deep as any ocean…28 02 2026
January 1, 2026 at 01:25 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 27.06.25 #73470Participant“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home…”
Rumi
This Love
Such a simple thing, this Love divine;
No ribbons or bows, no frills or strings.
Free to be ignored if so inclined,
Or treasured and nurtured until it sings.Such a simple thing, this Love divine;
More precious than gold, more precious than life.
A gift to the heart to be enshrined,
That drives out fear and drives out strife.Such a simple thing, this Love divine;
Too simple for the needy, too simple for the blind.
No need to wait for the stars to align,
Too simple for the proud, too simple for the mind.Such a simple thing, this Love divine,
Always served by perfect design;
Lawless, winged and unconfined,
Yet sweeter than the sweetest wine!Such a simple thing, this Love divine,
It allays the fire, and restrains the flood;
Patient and kind and waits for a sign,
From He who is the world’s lifeblood!Such a simple thing, this Love divine;
All you need do is look within.
And there beyond the reach of time…
Open your heart and let it in!01 01 2026
December 31, 2025 at 16:47 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 27.06.25 #73464ParticipantThank you, amarynth and likewise, siljan, and a happy new year to all sovereignistas wherever they may roam!
This haunting melody stirs ancient memories of a happy time in the Far East of Russia, many, many moons ago.
Andrej Vinogradov; “Už kak po mostu, mostochiku”
He also masterfully pulls off this Macedonian dance tune; Dimchevo Oro
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