joannmay91
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#Resist! If you enjoy politics, science, history, astronomy, and art, come along; you’ll also find a lot of nature and animal pics as you browse. Enjoy! ❌👑❣️
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December 5, 2025 at 7:35 PM
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October 11, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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October 12, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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Though briars block
the hidden path I seek,
and mountains rise where
valleys should be meek,
I’ll move like water,
patient, ever-bent
on finding cracks
through stone’s impediment.
The root splits rock by
slow determined prayer;
so too shall I, arrive
to meet you there.
#poetry
the hidden path I seek,
and mountains rise where
valleys should be meek,
I’ll move like water,
patient, ever-bent
on finding cracks
through stone’s impediment.
The root splits rock by
slow determined prayer;
so too shall I, arrive
to meet you there.
#poetry
October 12, 2025 at 8:06 PM
Though briars block
the hidden path I seek,
and mountains rise where
valleys should be meek,
I’ll move like water,
patient, ever-bent
on finding cracks
through stone’s impediment.
The root splits rock by
slow determined prayer;
so too shall I, arrive
to meet you there.
#poetry
the hidden path I seek,
and mountains rise where
valleys should be meek,
I’ll move like water,
patient, ever-bent
on finding cracks
through stone’s impediment.
The root splits rock by
slow determined prayer;
so too shall I, arrive
to meet you there.
#poetry
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Let Éire’s hills
no longer bow beneath
the weight of chains
disguised as sovereignty,
like seedlings craving
light through iron’s sheath,
she strains towards
her own soft liberty.
Let rivers run
to no man’s parliament;
Let winds obey
no border’s crude consent.
#poetry
#ireland
no longer bow beneath
the weight of chains
disguised as sovereignty,
like seedlings craving
light through iron’s sheath,
she strains towards
her own soft liberty.
Let rivers run
to no man’s parliament;
Let winds obey
no border’s crude consent.
#poetry
#ireland
Ireland Free
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October 13, 2025 at 7:48 AM
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Through every season’s turn, through fire and frost,
beneath the masks that time has bid me wear,
my greenheart beats; it never has been lost.
This boy who worshipped moss still kneels in prayer.
The world may age this flesh, may bend this frame,
but roots are deep - my soul stays wild, untame.
beneath the masks that time has bid me wear,
my greenheart beats; it never has been lost.
This boy who worshipped moss still kneels in prayer.
The world may age this flesh, may bend this frame,
but roots are deep - my soul stays wild, untame.
October 15, 2025 at 11:59 AM
Through every season’s turn, through fire and frost,
beneath the masks that time has bid me wear,
my greenheart beats; it never has been lost.
This boy who worshipped moss still kneels in prayer.
The world may age this flesh, may bend this frame,
but roots are deep - my soul stays wild, untame.
beneath the masks that time has bid me wear,
my greenheart beats; it never has been lost.
This boy who worshipped moss still kneels in prayer.
The world may age this flesh, may bend this frame,
but roots are deep - my soul stays wild, untame.
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Though winters hurt this bark,
my sap runs green,
the boy who spoke to stones
still dwells within.
Beneath all seasons worn,
all masks I’ve been,
my roots drink deep from earth’s
eternal spring.
The greenheart knows no time:
I am the same
wild sapling breathing God
through leaf and rain.
#poetry
my sap runs green,
the boy who spoke to stones
still dwells within.
Beneath all seasons worn,
all masks I’ve been,
my roots drink deep from earth’s
eternal spring.
The greenheart knows no time:
I am the same
wild sapling breathing God
through leaf and rain.
#poetry
October 15, 2025 at 12:15 PM
Though winters hurt this bark,
my sap runs green,
the boy who spoke to stones
still dwells within.
Beneath all seasons worn,
all masks I’ve been,
my roots drink deep from earth’s
eternal spring.
The greenheart knows no time:
I am the same
wild sapling breathing God
through leaf and rain.
#poetry
my sap runs green,
the boy who spoke to stones
still dwells within.
Beneath all seasons worn,
all masks I’ve been,
my roots drink deep from earth’s
eternal spring.
The greenheart knows no time:
I am the same
wild sapling breathing God
through leaf and rain.
#poetry
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The rooks convene
their dark assembly overhead,
such urgent politics
in their rusty throats.
They barter news
of their currencies,
negotiate the day’s affairs
with an eloquence.
What business drives
these otherworldly voices?
I am merely a man,
excluded from their commerce.
#poetry #vss365
their dark assembly overhead,
such urgent politics
in their rusty throats.
They barter news
of their currencies,
negotiate the day’s affairs
with an eloquence.
What business drives
these otherworldly voices?
I am merely a man,
excluded from their commerce.
#poetry #vss365
November 1, 2025 at 10:30 AM
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There is no issue that
my land can’t solve,
the green hills hold their
ancient, quiet prayer,
where mist and stone
and memory revolve
in soft communion
with the salted air.
Each bog, each stream
speaks peace in Irish tongue,
a beauty older than
the songs I’ve sung.
#poetry
#vss365
my land can’t solve,
the green hills hold their
ancient, quiet prayer,
where mist and stone
and memory revolve
in soft communion
with the salted air.
Each bog, each stream
speaks peace in Irish tongue,
a beauty older than
the songs I’ve sung.
#poetry
#vss365
November 16, 2025 at 12:54 PM
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November 21, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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All things must fall
and feed the waiting ground,
the hawk, the stone,
the sorrow we have known.
There is a law
where comfort can be found:
what dies becomes
the seed, the soil, the bone.
Moss covers all
with patient, final grace,
and the beginning
finds its resting place.
#poetry
#vss365
and feed the waiting ground,
the hawk, the stone,
the sorrow we have known.
There is a law
where comfort can be found:
what dies becomes
the seed, the soil, the bone.
Moss covers all
with patient, final grace,
and the beginning
finds its resting place.
#poetry
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 9:15 PM
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...on the elusive happiness of being 'without thoughts' #meditation #Buddhism 🧘♂️
September 15, 2025 at 11:57 PM
...on the elusive happiness of being 'without thoughts' #meditation #Buddhism 🧘♂️
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THE DAY AHEAD: Will James Comey and Letitia James criminal cases collapse?
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Will James Comey and Letitia James criminal cases collapse… because of Trump’s truth social posts?
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November 13, 2025 at 12:44 PM
THE DAY AHEAD: Will James Comey and Letitia James criminal cases collapse?
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Stephanie MIller uses her appearance on Hannity to say Trump is all over the Epstein Files to the Fox audience..
November 13, 2025 at 2:44 AM
Stephanie MIller uses her appearance on Hannity to say Trump is all over the Epstein Files to the Fox audience..