Mary Margaret Brindha
@blondie16bear.bsky.social
Published Author, Writer & Poet. Lover of books, art, music, cooking and gardening. " Open your heart wide to Wisdom & Knowledge " - is my sacred scribbling.
Pinned
The treasures secured at a very young age was too immense for Mary.
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
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The #number of blooms
in #nature’s yard multiply
how long will they last?
©️Purple Polly
#vss365 #HaikuChallenge
in #nature’s yard multiply
how long will they last?
©️Purple Polly
#vss365 #HaikuChallenge
November 13, 2025 at 12:09 PM
The #number of blooms
in #nature’s yard multiply
how long will they last?
©️Purple Polly
#vss365 #HaikuChallenge
in #nature’s yard multiply
how long will they last?
©️Purple Polly
#vss365 #HaikuChallenge
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Reposted by Mary Margaret Brindha
Running to escape time
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
a woman in a white dress is holding a large clock that is breaking
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November 13, 2025 at 10:36 AM
Running to escape time
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
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#blueskyrelay
#fairy #poetry #prompt
A fairy lives between my fractured selves
a tiny saboteur.
She stirs the cynic,
tugs the witch’s hair,
tips the mother off balance.
Harmony?
She laughs,
and lets my selves
fight it out.
#fairy #poetry #prompt
A fairy lives between my fractured selves
a tiny saboteur.
She stirs the cynic,
tugs the witch’s hair,
tips the mother off balance.
Harmony?
She laughs,
and lets my selves
fight it out.
November 13, 2025 at 10:03 AM
#blueskyrelay
#fairy #poetry #prompt
A fairy lives between my fractured selves
a tiny saboteur.
She stirs the cynic,
tugs the witch’s hair,
tips the mother off balance.
Harmony?
She laughs,
and lets my selves
fight it out.
#fairy #poetry #prompt
A fairy lives between my fractured selves
a tiny saboteur.
She stirs the cynic,
tugs the witch’s hair,
tips the mother off balance.
Harmony?
She laughs,
and lets my selves
fight it out.
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The only thing that concerned Dylan was whether The Enemy or his ‘navy’ had the greater #number of ships. The Enemy weren’t that much more advanced, or that much better at fighting. It came down to pluck and spirit and who had more shooty things.
They seemed unending, though. Too many.
#vss365
They seemed unending, though. Too many.
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 9:29 AM
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You learn to survive the fire.
You learn to breathe through the rain.
You learn that love can be cruel and beautiful in the same heartbeat.
Some loves leave ruins.
Some loves leave homes.
And the heart learns,
after all the ash,
after all the water,
to recognize the warmth worth stepping into. 💛🖤
You learn to breathe through the rain.
You learn that love can be cruel and beautiful in the same heartbeat.
Some loves leave ruins.
Some loves leave homes.
And the heart learns,
after all the ash,
after all the water,
to recognize the warmth worth stepping into. 💛🖤
November 13, 2025 at 6:44 AM
You learn to survive the fire.
You learn to breathe through the rain.
You learn that love can be cruel and beautiful in the same heartbeat.
Some loves leave ruins.
Some loves leave homes.
And the heart learns,
after all the ash,
after all the water,
to recognize the warmth worth stepping into. 💛🖤
You learn to breathe through the rain.
You learn that love can be cruel and beautiful in the same heartbeat.
Some loves leave ruins.
Some loves leave homes.
And the heart learns,
after all the ash,
after all the water,
to recognize the warmth worth stepping into. 💛🖤
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The economy is so hot that people are gifting Trump luxury planes and golden crowns, while pouring billions into his personal coffers.
You should be proud of your president for using the office to more than double his net worth.
Quit your complaining.
Be a patriot.
You should be proud of your president for using the office to more than double his net worth.
Quit your complaining.
Be a patriot.
November 12, 2025 at 7:00 PM
The economy is so hot that people are gifting Trump luxury planes and golden crowns, while pouring billions into his personal coffers.
You should be proud of your president for using the office to more than double his net worth.
Quit your complaining.
Be a patriot.
You should be proud of your president for using the office to more than double his net worth.
Quit your complaining.
Be a patriot.
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wistful promenade
beneath trees stripped of their mask
lushness lost to fall
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography
beneath trees stripped of their mask
lushness lost to fall
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography
November 12, 2025 at 6:47 PM
wistful promenade
beneath trees stripped of their mask
lushness lost to fall
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography
beneath trees stripped of their mask
lushness lost to fall
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography
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Reposted by Mary Margaret Brindha
Kaya is a spiritual person, as is my foster mother. I respect their beliefs, but those are just #myth-s for
me. They believe in a supreme deity, but if such an entity exists, how can it allow the atrocities I have witnessed?
No. Only I am in charge of my destiny.
#vss365
#Montor
me. They believe in a supreme deity, but if such an entity exists, how can it allow the atrocities I have witnessed?
No. Only I am in charge of my destiny.
#vss365
#Montor
November 12, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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November 12, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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Legend had it if a couple were still happily married on their golden wedding anniversary, fairies would appear.
6 of them rocked up at Jim & Marg’s do.
“Oh! I thought it was a #myth!” I said.
“It is,” whispered a fairy. “They’re miserable as ****, but we love a party!” #vss365
6 of them rocked up at Jim & Marg’s do.
“Oh! I thought it was a #myth!” I said.
“It is,” whispered a fairy. “They’re miserable as ****, but we love a party!” #vss365
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November 12, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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Recall the time
We were 10
You stabbed me
With a dagger
Or that time
You blamed on me
Mom’s window
That you shattered
It’s why I’d always
Saw you as
Worst brother
In the World
But then I saw
You give your life
To save
My baby girl
Now you are
The Man Of #Myth
Whose legend flies
Unfurled
#vss365
We were 10
You stabbed me
With a dagger
Or that time
You blamed on me
Mom’s window
That you shattered
It’s why I’d always
Saw you as
Worst brother
In the World
But then I saw
You give your life
To save
My baby girl
Now you are
The Man Of #Myth
Whose legend flies
Unfurled
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 1:29 PM
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The young dragon shoved the book beneath her bed of gold coins.
“What are you hiding there?” her mother asked.
“Stories about a wonderful, magical world. People communicate on handheld devices across vast—“
“I worry about your obsession with that silly fantasy. It’s just a myth. Not real.” #vss365
“What are you hiding there?” her mother asked.
“Stories about a wonderful, magical world. People communicate on handheld devices across vast—“
“I worry about your obsession with that silly fantasy. It’s just a myth. Not real.” #vss365
November 12, 2025 at 1:18 PM
The young dragon shoved the book beneath her bed of gold coins.
“What are you hiding there?” her mother asked.
“Stories about a wonderful, magical world. People communicate on handheld devices across vast—“
“I worry about your obsession with that silly fantasy. It’s just a myth. Not real.” #vss365
“What are you hiding there?” her mother asked.
“Stories about a wonderful, magical world. People communicate on handheld devices across vast—“
“I worry about your obsession with that silly fantasy. It’s just a myth. Not real.” #vss365
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Reposted by Mary Margaret Brindha
Lake Superior
Sleeping in
Blue Blanket
Night Light
Minnesota
Sleeping in
Blue Blanket
Night Light
Minnesota
November 12, 2025 at 6:01 AM
Lake Superior
Sleeping in
Blue Blanket
Night Light
Minnesota
Sleeping in
Blue Blanket
Night Light
Minnesota
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her poetry fades
when technique
takes hold
leaving the rules
she steps into the wild
where tongue falters
& taught skills
begin to melt like wax
dripping back
into the rawness
of first wonder
only then maybe
does #myth return
as truth
& verse distills
bare in primal light
#vss365 #poetry
when technique
takes hold
leaving the rules
she steps into the wild
where tongue falters
& taught skills
begin to melt like wax
dripping back
into the rawness
of first wonder
only then maybe
does #myth return
as truth
& verse distills
bare in primal light
#vss365 #poetry
November 12, 2025 at 11:15 AM
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Reposted by Mary Margaret Brindha
Unlike the #myth, fairies do not die because people stop believing in them; they die because people stop admiring their magical powers, start coveting the powers, and capture them. Like any free spirit, fairies die in captivity.
#vss365
#vss365
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November 12, 2025 at 9:00 AM