Ninety Nine

Here we are at ninety nine. 

My next post will be the 100th post on terrible poet & pixelated quill, my personally written poetry and synthography blog. I end every post stating "Words mine", because they are. 

It's true I have used Grok for a few of my early SundayX posts and I openly stated this as well. My primary use is pulling information in bullet points together for a SundayX presentation, like in 'The Bloop'.

I better make 100 a good one. The struggle is real.

No pressure, but I've already published 'Did you know, Moe?'. 

I don't think everything I write is great but I'm proud of ol' Moe. 

Fingers crossed I choose well. 

I've actually already published over one hundred poems on line, when other platforms I've published on are considered. You can read 'Come Up From the Depths' on Medium. It's been my most read so far. It's behind a paywall but you should be able to read it at least once.

'Terrible Poet' is on on Substack 

I even have a few on Web3, you can read 'Apocolypse (Keeper of the Birds)' on peakD.

I explained last SundayX my "why" for sharing my writing publicly but if you need more context read 'Collective Poets, Writers and Creatives'.

I have to give these verses a place to live & breathe with zero entitlement to reads. Just be.

From the bottom of my heart thank you to everyone who has read them. 

Even if you didn't like them, thank you for reading. 

X (formerly Twitter), is where I found the writing community when I joined the platform many years ago, so it's become my home base. 

I've found a sense of community on other platforms as well: Substack, Medium, Mastodon, and Hive Blockchain. 

Over all, no matter where I go amongst other creatives and poets, writers of all genres we click. 

There's little care of thought about what side of the aisle someone is on while we're enjoying each other's verse. 

Funny how that works.

Nobody's trying to change somebody else's mind about anything. 

It's living poetry in motion. It's perspective. 

We're describing elephants in the room. 

And this is with people of all beliefs and religions poetically penning their beliefs.

We write what we write not for clicks and likes 

We write for sheer joy and utter delight 

We write to express to bring order to chaos 

We write to engage community, not pick fights 

We write to say things that need to be said

Poetic verse dancing about in our head

Gritty, authentic. Dark and gothic

Surreal for sure, imagination without end

We write romance, horror, science fiction and comedy too

We're all boots on the ground armed, mighty quills in hand

We’re thinkers, lovers, philosophers and fine boundary finders

Spiritual, metaphysical, transhumanists, and religious 

All of us across spectrums on a boat

Together 

Using both hands, the left and the right

Rowing this boat to safe harbor

Thriving, in the poetry community, 

On X.

We're not oblivious to goings on around us, we write to try making sense of this 'Demon Haunted World' on a 'Pale Blue Dot'.

We. Write.

(Thanks for reading my 99th post. Words are mine. Image created with Grok a collaborative process called synthography.)