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黄昏之披风
Cloak of Dusk
Lovely evening,
The Sun is setting lazily,
Wearing the Cloak of Dusk.
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Can love ever be forced?
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Old autumn wind sighs
Longing for days long faded
Brown leaves drift, dry, down
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世味已隨秋草老
相思難斷夏花凋
The world’s savor has grown old with the autumn grass,
yet this longing cannot be severed as summer flowers fall.
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An eShop's Fable: After starting yesterday, many were #cheering. Yet he was aware some cheers were of relief - never to be seen again. You can usually tell the level of love by the ferocity of hate. The two go hand in hand.
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If I start believing
I am happy, dafter,
You can hear me
Cheering, cheering
From the rafters
Today I can remember,
What life means to me,
Not a storm disaster,
Laughter in the rain..
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Curiosity
Cheer from myriad wonders
Opens the mind wide
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紅楓似火燃幽徑
碧澗如絲環洞天
Red maples burn like living fire
along the quiet, winding way;
their scarlet leaves, a bright curiosity,
set autumn’s secluded path ablaze.
The emerald brook, soft as silk,
curves gently round the sacred cave;
a silken ribbon, myriad of colors, cool and chill,
guards the grotto’s misty nave.
Thus fire and water, red and green,
meet where the mortal world grows thin—
a path of flame leads inward, unseen,
to where the silk-bound heavens begin.
Cheering Thursday 🌹
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#vss365 #horror #poem #TSEliot (171 wds)
Widower’s Street
Our dog returned without me from the walk,
whining at the door; and you, who yanked it open,
looked around, and looked behind, and called the Bill,
as if the dark outside had anything to tell.
And the four seasons turned, and you moved on,
and I have watched you pass your nights,
watched you cheering Got Talent juries on the box,
beside the rich, the beer-bellied, the living man,
whose ears are never filled with your disgust,
who never once was told your weary no,
whose warm hands take what I was denied.
There will be time, you thought, there will be time;
and there was time, and you filled it well.
But I am returning from that walk.
The thirty-first is coming, I shall come,
and I shall not be answered with your no—
even if I always took one, being shy—
and I shall hold you with my hands, so cold,
and “no,” my love, is a word you own no more.
Our dog begins to whine.
#cheering
ALT Beside the rich, beer-bellied living man; image by David Pahor + https://nightcafe.studio/ No part of my X posts should be used to train AI to generate text that imitates my writing style. © 2026 David Pahor, reposting and reading encouraged.
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紅楓似火燃幽徑
碧澗如絲環洞天
Red maples burn like living fire
along the quiet, winding way;
their scarlet leaves, a bright curiosity,
set autumn’s secluded path ablaze.
The emerald brook, soft as silk,
curves gently round the sacred cave;
a silken ribbon, myriad of colors, cool and chill,
guards the grotto’s misty nave.
Thus fire and water, red and green,
meet where the mortal world grows thin—
a path of flame leads inward, unseen,
to where the silk-bound heavens begin.
Cheering Thursday 🌹
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#vss365 #PoeVive
He was smitten with her,
head over heels in love,
He couldn't go a week,
without sneaking a glance of her.
She pined for him in private,
Her heart yearned for his touch,
Every time he spoke to her,
She could only hear divine music.
He was wary of his friends,
They were the rowdy variety,
He wanted to avoid their ire,
and so, he avoided her presence totally.
She was a strong and independent woman,
with everyone looking upto her,
She was worried of showing her love,
lest everyone consider her a dependent parasite.
Frequent quarrels and arguments,
They were like Tom and Jerry,
but their hearts brimmed with love,
and it was about to overflow.
One day, it started doing just that,
and they couldn't hold it back after that,
The dam had finally burst,
and it swept them both off their feet.
She landed herself into a problem,
and amplified it trying to correct it,
It was taking her downhill fast,
and she couldn't arrest her slide.
He stepped in at the right time,
and gave her a supporting shoulder.
He held the reins of the chariot,
and helped steady the wild horse.
She didn't feel dependent,
rather she felt empowered by him,
Their gazes locked with each other,
for what felt like an eternity.
The ice broke and then they started to speak,
It went for days together,
Everything they had kept hidden inside their heart,
came pouring out at last.
The depth of their love stunned them,
and they felt its insurmountable power,
They feared it would embarrass them,
but it ended up empowering them.
They didn't have to hide it anymore,
they walked in the open hand clasped together,
There is no shame in love,
The only shame is for those who deny love.
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Buenos días Poevivientes, hoy miércoles el teatro nos acerca a una de las obras más importantes de la zarzuela o género chico: La Revoltosa, (1897, libreto de José López Silva y Carlos Fernández Shaw, y música compuesta por el maestro Ruperto Chapí)
La obra se desarrolla en una corrala madrileña tradicional del barrio de Lavapiés, que funciona como un microcosmos de la clase obrera del Madrid de finales del siglo XIX, donde lo público y lo privado se funden, y la vecindad opina, juzga y participa en la vida de los protagonistas, Mari Pepa ( La Revoltosa ) y Felipe, lo que genera una presión social constante.
Mari Pepa a diferencia de las heroínas sumisas de la época, representa a una mujer financieramente independiente (es planchadora), dueña de su cuerpo y de su espacio. Su "rebeldía" es una defensa contra el acoso de los vecinos y un mecanismo de protección emocional ante Felipe.
Felipe es la encarnación del "chulo madrileño", que utiliza la agresividad verbal y los desplantes hacia Mari Pepa como una armadura para no mostrarse débil ni dominado por el amor.
Así mismo la obra expone de forma cómica la doble moral machista. Mientras los hombres buscan una aventura fuera del matrimonio, sus esposas, que sostienen el orden del hogar, recurren a la astucia colectiva para darles una lección de dignidad.
Demostrad con vuestros versos que el amor que no se esconde no nos hace débiles ni vulnerables sino que pone al descubierto vuestra fortaleza.
Sin copias, con el alma abierta, y si os inspiráis en alguien, citadlo. ¡A escribir, Poevivientes!
Sipnosis:
Mari Pepa —una planchadora con mucho carácter a quien todos llaman «la revoltosa»— y Felipe, un carpintero del patio, se aman profundamente, pero fingen desprecio mutuo y se pasan el día discutiendo y celándose el uno al otro. Mientras tanto, tres vecinos casados del patio (Tiberio, Cándido y Atenedoro) intentan citarse a escondidas con Mari Pepa, engañando a sus respectivas esposas (Soledad, Gorgonia y Encarna).
Cansadas de la actitud de sus maridos, las mujeres urden una trampa con la ayuda del joven travieso Chupitos, haciendo creer a cada uno de los maridos que Mari Pepa los ha citado en su habitación a las diez de la noche.
Al descubrirse el enredo y la inocencia de Mari Pepa ante las intenciones de los hombres, Felipe deja a un lado su orgullo, confiesa públicamente su amor por ella y ambos se reconcilian.
📷 Pinterest. Chulapas y chulapos por los soportales de la Plaza Mayor.
