An optimist’s view — In the beginning was the Word. Bible/John 1:1 In the beginning, was the Pearl. Words strung—wise lines ahead. Breadcrumbs to devour when lost yet leave behind for others. ©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2023 A twittle for Joe Merkle, who challenged me to tackle one. The Muse and I often feel as…

Some special rules we want to mention that The Lark publication is announcing — · Rules that will change · Poetry · Fiction We have decided to change the rules which will turn out to be very beneficial for some poets and writers. Rules that will change Poetry of eight lines or more is usually only accepted but that will change for special circumstances. Rules for short fictional…

Butterfly Dance Passionate Poetry A book of poems from a poetry contest. A book created for a worthy cause. A book exemplifying the creative process. A book used for a daily dose of inspiration. Available in all formats from Amazon. A price tag that is more than reasonable. A perfect gift to…

Home for both the angelic and human — The Mountain’s High Towers Enrapture Their gaze As the haze Begins to drift, Slowly lifts Far below them Along the treeline. And they question What this has meant For humble folk as they Foolish and worn gray To approach this summit, Dare its high and rare ascent. These magnificent spires Somehow survived the distress When pride had fallen from its cliffs Victim to…

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Have you ever written a book for charity? In 2022 a book for charity was compiled by myself — poets from Medium were published in this book — · Is it a good idea? · Would it sell? · But what kind of book could you write for charity? · A passionate poetry book for cancer research · Cancer research page · Conclusion Have you ever thought about writing a book and donating all the proceeds to charity…

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The desperate hope for renewal —

Traced by the mirror of the night — Sometimes I float like a boat Drifting on currents in the ocean The sea and sky leave me high And move in moments of slow motion. Winged clouds float on the far horizon Forming backdrops for the perfect storm In soliloquy my mind’s liberated As I stay both safe and warm…

Dancing in the dark —

Another poem from youth written while smitten with toxins — Cowering in the arms of another — Grasping for love, wanting security — Fearing the love of another lover — Clothed in white — the white of divinity. And what shall you say, my dear, when we meet? And what shall you do when I draw near? Hiding in your room, promoting defeat…

Wild untamed and passionate — I know your mind I’ll never find Or how you power your persuasion And use your perfect timing Right for any occasion. Your flair timing and eloquence Is unparalleled And in your intricate involvements You always have excelled. The trait that tantalizes my senses Hypnotises and mystifies Is when you swirl your…

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A poem for The Lark’s poetry contest — First place winner — Milkweed and ironweed Bloom purple and yellow in the afternoon sun. Zebra and black swallowtails, Little azures and cabbage whites, Monarchs and admiral butterflies, Dance gracefully around the heads of men Wearing grungy hardhats and goggles. Men of construction, Men of “progress,” Men carrying instruments, That will cause death and demise, — Death…

Submission for The Lark poetry competition — second place winner — I forgot, yesterday, an old friend’s name we were buddies in high school, way back when for many years, our stories were the same now I’ll never know how those stories end. My home has always been right down the street I forgot yesterday and turned instead the neighborhood there was strange…

The Lark’s poetry competition — third place winner — I started gardening when I was young while holding handfuls of these precious seeds. These little half white half black sticks far-flung all over garden loam just scratched of weeds. Remember picking flowers dried among bright orange blooms still bright. Our seed proceeds bunched in their rustling ruffled dry tan skirt. I put some in the pocket…

The Lark poetry competition: the long goodbye —… —

It can change their future — submitted to The Lark poetry competition — fifth place winner — If I knew then what I know now I would have asked the question That single fact now the reason why passion felt fuels intent Lessons learned become knowledge shared and to that I am beholden They need to know I will make it so and for them I am humbled They are living proof we can’t deny the consequences of our behavior They deserve and rightly so the full extent of our…