A.C.Juniper

@acjuniper.bsky.social

I'm here as a beginner poet. Also a wife, teen boy-mom, non-practicing physician, rare chronic illness patient, philosophical thinker. ENFJ/INTP Canadian living in Treaty 6 territory and hikes/runs/scrambles the Rocky Mountains in Treaty 7 whenever I can.

We call the pink flowering plant "Fireweed" because it is one of the early pioneer plants to grow in an alpine burn area, as you can see here. Ironically, the sky is hazy with wildfire smoke.

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Wait! How did I almost miss this??! @sonnetsmith.bsky.social the day's not over in parts of the States! Pick me! Pick me! *cue the music to "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus

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Quill of Mnemosyne@sonnetsmith.bsky.social · 6d ago

Today is national #BadPoetry day in the USA.. So give me Unfinished and abandoned verses, naughty poetry, bad boy ballads, rude, rude, crude, or paradoxical. However you interpret Bad poetry, today is the day to share some! #SomethingEveryday #prompt #poetryprompt #writingprompt

So much happens that is off the page off the wall that I need pages upon pages to process it all! And thanks to you who are reading my pages for sharing in my messy stages Being human is hard; life's journey can wear to the bone. But it's good in your company, not adventuring alone. &+🌚

Since @sonnetsmith.bsky.social kinda asked for more song parodies, here, to the start of the chorus of "Chandelier" by Sia, is my #PoetsOfDoom diamond poem:

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Quill of Mnemosyne@sonnetsmith.bsky.social · last wk.

It is time for me to reveal this week's #PoetsOfDoom challenge! (really tempted to say keep doing parodies, but that would be cheating 😂) A simple challenge this week. Write a poetry diamond, each lines syllables increase from one, to wherever you want, then go back down, making a diamond shape.

Ask
And ye
Shall receive
Treasures await
Labeled with your name
Ready to claim
So have the
Faith to
Ask

#vss365 #ashamed Sometimes I wonder what future me Will be ashamed of in me today I’m certainly ashamed of parts of my past I wouldn’t have it any other way It keeps me from feeling superior And from repeating those ways again Shame’s my tool, not my container; It does not define who I really am.

Blindfolded innocence expects balance good is truth truth begets evil Parched souls no longer distinguish the grapes that silence thirst eyes shield the light hearts shun the way minds dispute the truth midnight in the garden mirrors salvation resurrection … amiss I wept #vss365 #evil #poetry

The exact artist of this specific piece remains unverified in major fine art indices.

The image shows an expressive painting of dark purple clusters of grapes hanging from winding, bare vines with textured green leaves against a warm, neutral gradient background. 

• It features loose, textured brushstrokes and an earthy color palette reminiscent of traditional still-life or rustic vineyard art.

I was trying to formulate the following poem to convey something about the reality of evil. @kitchenraptorj.bsky.social expresses it better in his second verse, but here is mine anyway! #vss365 #evil evil can only twist live goodness into a veil to mask it’s vile face of deadly desolation

𓂀 𓆗Jay𓆗𓂀@kitchenraptorj.bsky.social · 2w ago

#Evil comes in flavors I never once Considered supple flesh & tender kisses To be of her realm Of decadent treats What is evil But the deepest of love Twisted at its roots That takes from the tree It adores Sigh I wish humans realized Time is too short To be pissed off All the time #vss365

#vss365 #fruit In retrograde order of prompts, here is part 2 with the same general disclaimer re it only being one version of the story. I know most of you know this, but I still like to remind people as the feelings expressed are big and clear, while the reality is much more complex.

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#vss365 #chaos Drawing on a Judaeo-Christian origin story here for contrast, in order to delineate an aspect of struggle in my life partnership. I want to highlight that this is only one aspect of the many bonds to a truly great partner. I may compose an alternate aspect poem for the same event.

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