Stephanie Daich
I’VE DECIDED I’M NOT GOING TO EVER DIE- Poetry by guest Author Dan Flore III
when the time comes for me to die I’m just going to say, no thank you and go on living I don’t want to die so I don’t think I should sure...
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Stephanie Daich
Mar 16, 20231 min read
HOW CAN IT END SO QUICKLY -Poetry
The high carries the soul across mountains. Nothing in life can be greater than now. Not even nectar can be this sweet. But the lightning...
Stephanie Daich
Mar 12, 20231 min read
WARRIOR WOMAN -Poetry
As they prove their worth each day, As they fight instead of play, As they leave the traditional role, A position under man’s control....
Stephanie Daich
Mar 11, 20231 min read
DEATH
Death takes who he wants. Death doesn’t care. Death does not negotiate. Death is ruthless. One cannot bargain with Death. One cannot...
Stephanie Daich
Mar 5, 20231 min read
MY SINFUL EYES -Poetry
Out of my thoughts that consume me Untrue as a heart of lies I drop to a bended knee And cover my sinful eyes In the moments that define...
Stephanie Daich
Mar 3, 20232 min read
MONSTERISMS -Poetry by guest author Bruce McRae
When the monster wakes, cities burn. When it speaks a curse is cast over the vast and sleepy multitudes. Every breath is another form of...
Stephanie Daich
Mar 2, 20231 min read
TRUST -Poetry
Trust, given freely without any guile, Seeing the good in the person, Using love and care to build up another....
Stephanie Daich
Feb 28, 20231 min read
CLING TO -Poetry
Hope, look for the bright. Hope, focus on the right. ____________________________________________________________________ Cling to by...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 27, 20232 min read
THE MOON AND I (NESTINARKA)- Poetry/Tradition by guest author Petrouchka Alexieva
At midnight, Like a huge abalone shell right above the lilac trees, The moon stopped up there On the top of the blossoming hill. Beneath...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 24, 20231 min read
PEACE -by guest author Aldo Quagliotti
Peace likes no shouting, but petals scaling off the shadowy glue of our tomorrow it reaches us ‘till roots are bleeding our knotted faces...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 23, 20231 min read
LALA LAND -Poetry
Free at night// My dreams weave hope. Shackled during the day// Stress binds like rope. My burdens are hard to carry. I want to go to...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 20, 20231 min read
DEAR CHILD -Poetry
Dear Child, Sweet child, I wish you could see beyond the closed door, Of the opportunities that await you. Yes, I know the pain is real,...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 15, 20231 min read
EVOLUTION OF THE FEMALE DREAM- Poetry
Near the kingdom of obtainable dreams lived a tiny girl -A tiny girl who could do anything. Adjacent to the realm of perfect ideals...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 13, 20231 min read
COSMIC SILENCE OF LOVE -Poetry by guest author Petrouchka Alexieva
The cosmos is silent, The stars shimmer behind The floating silver clouds. The autumn stopped Counting her fallen leaves. The early...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 13, 20231 min read
I TOLD MY MOTHER -Poetry by guest author Steve Anc
The cloud may bestow blur The moon may offer shadow The sun may allot pain The rain may lend ruin The grass may offer gray The grave may...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 10, 20233 min read
VALENTINE-unrequited love
RELATIONSHIP BLOOMING The joys of relationship blooming— Men and women being stupid—but alive Making life worth living The once-dying now...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 10, 20231 min read
VALENTINE POETRY
HE COMPLETES ME It was here I first held his hand. The picnic spread across the grass, Amidst the poppies and wildflowers. The breeze...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 10, 20231 min read
HOW LONG -Poetry by guest author W Roger Carlisle
How long does it take to make a wall? A wall of bricks, stones, plaster, insults, grudges, hurt and disrespect. A second of distraction...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 9, 20231 min read
RISE, WOMAN, RISE
Within you, the grace of the universe gathers, A collection of positive energy flows. -You, a magnificent female. Your goodness radiates...
Stephanie Daich
Feb 7, 20231 min read
POTLUCK -Poetry
Weird food brought to the church potluck. Tables piled high with homemade muck. Last spring, twenty got sick, From something green and...
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