PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
7th Dec 2021 2:46am
7th Dec 2021 2:46am
Is Nationalism A Good Thing?
Nationalism promotes selfishness and hatred
The authorities try to trap us into supporting nationalism
God created the earth for all human families,
Yet we foolishly regard one another as foreigners
Nobody is an illegal immigrant or an alien resident
There is no difference between nationalism and racism
A nationalist thinks his or her country is the best
Therefore, nationalism is definitely not a good thing
The authorities try to trap us into supporting nationalism
God created the earth for all human families,
Yet we foolishly regard one another as foreigners
Nobody is an illegal immigrant or an alien resident
There is no difference between nationalism and racism
A nationalist thinks his or her country is the best
Therefore, nationalism is definitely not a good thing
#hate
#family
#earth
#God
#humankind
254 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
7th Dec 2021 2:46am
7th Dec 2021 2:46am
Is Nationalism A Good Thing?
Nationalism promotes selfishness and hatred
The authorities try to trap us into supporting nationalism
God created the earth for all human families,
Yet we foolishly regard one another as foreigners
Nobody is an illegal immigrant or an alien resident
There is no difference between nationalism and racism
A nationalist thinks his or her country is the best
Therefore, nationalism is definitely not a good thing
The authorities try to trap us into supporting nationalism
God created the earth for all human families,
Yet we foolishly regard one another as foreigners
Nobody is an illegal immigrant or an alien resident
There is no difference between nationalism and racism
A nationalist thinks his or her country is the best
Therefore, nationalism is definitely not a good thing
#hate
#family
#earth
#God
#humankind
254 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
7th Dec 2021 2:46am
7th Dec 2021 2:46am
Is Nationalism A Good Thing?
Nationalism promotes selfishness and hatred
The authorities try to trap us into supporting nationalism
God created the earth for all human families,
Yet we foolishly regard one another as foreigners
Nobody is an illegal immigrant or an alien resident
There is no difference between nationalism and racism
A nationalist thinks his or her country is the best
Therefore, nationalism is definitely not a good thing
The authorities try to trap us into supporting nationalism
God created the earth for all human families,
Yet we foolishly regard one another as foreigners
Nobody is an illegal immigrant or an alien resident
There is no difference between nationalism and racism
A nationalist thinks his or her country is the best
Therefore, nationalism is definitely not a good thing
#hate
#family
#earth
#God
#humankind
254 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
87 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
87 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
87 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
87 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
87 reads
9 Comments
Voicesinside-9
Amy
Amy
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
Reflections in Shattered Glass
I saw you through a prism, bright,
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
#betrayal
#family
#grief
#healing
#sadness
107 reads
3 Comments
Voicesinside-9
Amy
Amy
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
Reflections in Shattered Glass
I saw you through a prism, bright,
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
#betrayal
#family
#grief
#healing
#sadness
107 reads
3 Comments
Voicesinside-9
Amy
Amy
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
Reflections in Shattered Glass
I saw you through a prism, bright,
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
#betrayal
#family
#grief
#healing
#sadness
107 reads
3 Comments
Voicesinside-9
Amy
Amy
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
Reflections in Shattered Glass
I saw you through a prism, bright,
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
#betrayal
#family
#grief
#healing
#sadness
107 reads
3 Comments
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