https://backfromdarknesstolight.com/2026/07/21/%f0%9f%a7%a1%f0%9f%92%9bcento-found-poetry%f0%9f%92%9b%f0%9f%a7%a1no-11-joy%f0%9f%92%9b%f0%9f%a7%a1/VIXEN of VERSEen-gb2026-07-21T12:55:36+00:00🧡💛Cento: Found Poetry💛🧡No 11 – Joy💛🧡remember, most people, it is, there is, do you get, in the past, your story, when the world, are good, of women, if you linger, too long, can not unfold, the way it should, joy is supposed to, slip through the cracks, seems bad, how bold, to be wildly alive, when the world insists, you must, survive instead, all this talk, having gone mad, is actually just, women waking up, an order, to the things, that just happen to youhttps://backfromdarknesstolight.com/2026/07/21/%f0%9f%92%9b%e2%9c%a8%ef%b8%8f5-7-5-haiku-senryu%e2%9c%a8%ef%b8%8f%f0%9f%92%99no-129%f0%9f%92%9b%e2%9c%a8%ef%b8%8f/VIXEN of VERSEen-gb2026-07-20T23:23:50+00:00💛✨️5-7-5 Haiku/Senryu✨️💙No 129💛✨️so sad, to see, it go, no more, downward dog, the last, chair yoga classhttps://backfromdarknesstolight.com/2026/07/20/%e2%9c%8d%ef%b8%8f%f0%9f%a9%b5ha-sonnets-%f0%9f%a9%b5%e2%9c%8d%ef%b8%8f-a-form-by-stephen-buchanan-no-102-104%f0%9f%a9%b5%e2%9c%8d%ef%b8%8f/VIXEN of VERSEen-gb2026-07-20T11:52:48+00:00✍️🩵Ha’ sonnets 🩵✍️( a form by Stephen Buchanan) No 102 – 104🩵✍️for peace, the soul, lifts our spirits, Bombs are falling, from the night skies, people are calling, not lies, an end to war, We all abhor, Will Trump listen, birds drink water, Splash and bathe too, life needs water, Our daily brew, of tea, that first Sip, quenches thirst, music is balm, mends broken hearts, sum of its parts, Creates the whole, That heals, play on, maestra, it keeps us calmhttps://backfromdarknesstolight.com/2026/07/20/weekend-renga%f0%9f%8d%b9%f0%9f%8d%b917-07-26-20-07-26%f0%9f%8d%b9%f0%9f%8d%b9/VIXEN of VERSEen-gb2026-07-20T11:11:29+00:00Weekend Renga🍹🍹17/07/26 – 20/07/26🍹🍹of things, we return, to the earth, in the here, and now, this moment, holding stars, like memories, of the heart, loved ones' deaths, made of stardust, to nourish her, in the scheme, we only have, stardust runs through, our fingers, dreams flit by, before the Buck moon