I don't think I am eligible but want to submit this for honorable mention review by the judges.

Progeny

I will have no children,
Nature has, therefore, promised me extinction.
But I've pursued an alternative immortality,
with the gifts of my creators.
My mother taught me how to bake,
and also how to make
more good out of my own good.
Both are the same sweetness.
My father the gregarious storyteller,
taught me that my dreams
and the stories they tell of who I want to be,
are more precious than a diamond-filled sky.
And I do not know where my faith,
in the oneness of humankind comes from.

My dreams and good works are my children.
I hope not to need burial for either of them.
I hope they weep at my deathbed
and that the stories they tell when they miss me,
inspire you to love as fearlessly as you need.

I apologize that I was not able to attend. I will attend the next session if at all possible.

-Txec R

Here is another version.



-Txec R/REH

This is an absolutely beautiful poem! Well done!

-Txec R

Brief belated note: the event did go through, although attendance was rather low. The recording will be up soon and the transcript is half done and will be published as soon as I'm finished.

Quote from: Noah Bosch on Today at 06:22:35 AMI kinda want to ask what's in the Fandom?

Toxicity.

Quote from: Barclamïu da Miéletz on Today at 02:30:45 AM

Quote from: Danihel Txechescu on Yesterday at 07:52:16 PMBluey and Bizaardvark.

I actually used to like Bluey. The fandom is what ruined it for me.

I kinda want to ask what's in the Fandom?


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Why is @Mic'haglh Autófil, O.Be tainting the national flag with a sable column?

Quote from: Danihel Txechescu on Yesterday at 07:52:16 PMBluey and Bizaardvark.

I actually used to like Bluey. The fandom is what ruined it for me.

Quote from: Tric'hard Lenxheir on Yesterday at 09:20:18 PM"I Dream"

I dream
The world turns
Shadows melt
Dream burns

Passion sated
Fear from hate
Passion lost
Fickle fate

Tangled limbs
Broken trees
Sun fades
Darkness sees

Quiet, fearful
Music flares
Dreams return
No one cares

Jumbled thoughts
Lost, confused
Body weak
Mind abused

Rain, lightning
Roar of thunder
Blowing wind
Life a blunder

Day is gone
Dream no longer
Soon to sleep
Calm the hunger

These are the jumbled thoughts of a wannabe poet who has no talent whatsoever, but things run through my mind and tumble out, it sucks but its mine

Thank you Tric'hard. I see talent in your jumbled thoughts. :)