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The Poet’s House
By: Stacy Smith
Tags: Poetry, Life Lessons, Poetry Sunday, Choices, Life

A poet lived here

alone and free

singing longings loudly

like a lonely muse

A poet walked here

bravely and alive

fearless of dark nights and smoldering hopes

soothed by cold light sparked at dawn

A poet breathed here

fired words like smolten beings

untrussed and blown from the ash

of lesser sons

A poet spoke here once

wise-like and true

like a mother to a newborn —

I will not leave you nor forsake the others

A poet danced here

bones alive and clacking

demanding the audience witness the weight

of wondrously goaded words

A poet bore revelation here

unending rhyme repeating itself

in a demanding wish

to come true

A poet kept watch here

silent like a cloudless night

waiting and weighing

weighty and wading

waiting

A poet died here once

left an unlaureled life

under a kiss-glazed book

chapped lips parted in untethered thought

A poet left a ghost here

wading and waiting

for the next soul in need

of a loudly singing muse

A poet was beckoned here —

come live hallowed and free

like a newborn to a mother

be the only risen sun

A poet came here

obeyed the call and waited

wary and still until the first lyric

fired sure and unbound

A poet stayed here

witness to the one before

accepting the wondrous weight and cost

of a poet’s true life

A poet lived here once

This was a poet’s house
Light
By: Garima Mundra
Tags: Poetry Sunday, Light, Poetry, Dark

Light follows darkness

Or is it the other way round

But doesn’t light always outshines

Or so we think

The moments you hide

Away from fear

From insecurities

Do you not seek

The comfort of the dark

And hide

From the glare of light

The dark shrouds and accepts

Paints you in its own.

Where you begin, where you end

No one can surmise

’Cause everyone is wrapped in one.

Light?

Every inch of your body is up for show

And the colors are your own

It’s you versus everyone.

Where no one is essentially one,

And all the cracks- known

But aren’t we all broken?

Always trying to mend

Perfect the imperfect

Scared of this light

Trying to hide these chinks

With all our might

But if not for the cracks

How does the light get in?
Love
By: Lost Angiest
Tags: Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Love, Life, Love Poems

You ask me if I am in love with you, and I question why you even have to ask.

Am I in love with you?

I have loved you since the first moment your voice spoke my name.

I have been in love with you for so long now that I think of you with every love song that my heart sings along to.

You are like the sunrise on a perfect morning, and the sunset that my eyes would want to see even if were the last I ever glanced at.

Am I in love with you?

Yes.

How could I possibly not be.

Because you, to me, are everything.

Everything that is good and beautiful,

In a world that can often seem far too cold.

I am in love with you and I understand,

That you will never be able to love me back.

Sometimes the heart makes sacrifices,

And plastic hearts get broke in half.

You ask me if I am in love with you,

Ask me again tomorrow, and the next day.

The answer will forever be yes.
Heart Archive
By: Aigner Loren Wilson
Tags: Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Love, Poem, Romance

I remember riding up

in your broken elevator;

it shook and jolted

like your hand hailing a cab.

I was taking out your garbage

because the fruit flies annoyed you.

I’m sure you would have taken it out,

in your own time,

but I was done with waiting.

I guess in a way

it’s all symbolic.

The letter was already written,

thrice folded

and sitting on your chair.

I wish I were a speck of dirt

in your room for that moment

when my words touched you

from the page.

I wonder,

did you laugh, yet again,

at finding my feelings

laid out for you?

Or did the letter take you aback,

make you think

of things you’ll never tell me?

At night

when the stresses of your day

are abound

and your bed turns into

a stray boat

bobbing through the Pacific,

am I the spider

in the night?

Do you feel me creeping?

Just say my name

cause that’s all you want to say.

“Aigner,”

in your subtle, quiet way.

Your voice always came to me

like whispers through a window.

I fall asleep alone,

most nights,

and substitute a pillow for you.

I leave it lightly touching my back.

You were always cautious

of our proximity —

unless you were drunk, bold, and daring,

then you’d place a foot

against mine

and lean your head on my side,

periodically smiling

because I was still there.
Real Love Endures
By: Galit Birk
Tags: Relationships, Poetry Sunday, Relationships Love Dating, Love, Lost Love

Real Love Endures

Photo by Pablo Merchán Montes on Unsplash

A story about a

Boy who

Captured me

Dashing

Exquisite, I

Fell

Gullibly

Hopeful that

I had

Just

Kindled true

Love

My eyes glazed

Never fully

Open

Potential was all that I saw until the day he

Quit me

Retreated, regressed to old ways

Shattered me.

Time heals slowly

Until one day you rise and

Value his exit for real love does not

Waver; it holds on, it shows up

Xenial to life’s challenges

Youthful and

Zealous no matter what.
Every Time You Lie, My Love
By: Paroma Sen
Tags: Poetry, Relationships, Poetry Sunday, Love, Lies

Every time a lie wisps out of your mouth, my love

A flower grows through the soil

A rainbowed bubble floats over freshly fallen leaves

Penumbra takes another step forward, quietly

Every time a lie steeps through your malignant broth, my love

The stars glitter dangerously

Flakes of blue turn their wayward silhouettes back to silver

A finger draws a heart on the condensation of your soul

The fickle, fickle lies you tell, my love

They stand guard, sentries on the mantelpiece

Shooing away visitors night and day

Crumbling tiny edges around the corners of my heart

The lies you hold so dear, my love,

they are your right and your liberty, all rolled in one

But each time you choose a lie, remember there’s a hush

A finger of silence draws a line in the sand

Lies have a price, my love.

Sometimes one you cannot foresee.
The Night of the First Kiss
By: Gb Rogut
Tags: Poetry, Relationships, Poetry Sunday, Love, Life

We talked all night,

walked by the river,

and held hands

as we went across the bridge

We knew darkness would soon

turn into sunrise,

and decided our words

should morph into actions

We sat by the fire,

under a lovely moon

whose fate was to be

our silent accomplice

I asked you,

“Will you be

my partner in crime?

Will you help me steal from life

moments of happiness

and warmth?”

You said yes

I kissed your face

and slowly made my way to your mouth,

grabbed you by the back of the neck

and pulled you into my life

I wanted to claim you,

to let the universe know

I had finally found you

No need to ask for permission,

and not a thing to be sorry about

I didn’t want to waste any more time,

we have things to do and places to be,

adventures to share and a home to build

That was our first kiss, dear,

and I think no one could blame us

for choosing to leave the talking

for another night.
Scars
By: Georgia Lewitt
Tags: Poetry, Fiction, Poetry Sunday, Love, Scars

The beauty of my scars is hidden deep within,

the beauty of your scars shines you in an aura of bright.

You’re trying to hide your scars and I’m trying to pry mine out.

Such irony, don’t you think?

Hold my hand beloved,

let’s merge our scars within and out

until they become a tapestry skillfully woven,

intertwined patterns in dancing colors, dazzling, unforgettable.

“Mom, it’s so beautiful,” a boy surprised me at the museum.

The recollection stayed and makes me smile now

when the only museum I can visit is inside me.

I now imagine a boy coming to say, “Mom, it’s so beautiful,”

and I smile at the scars that merged into a memory

still touching to this day.
Cleaning the Closets
By: Erika Burkhalter
Tags: Poetry, Photography, Poetry Sunday, Travel, Love

Cleaning the Closets

With every moth-gnawn knit, slipped into the bag

waiting on my closet floor, I feel more free.

It’s the memories, you see,

which have bound me to

those red shoes, the ones we bought

near the Spanish Steps, in Italy,

and to that eyelet skirt and ruffled

blouse, once starched and fresh

as the foam on the waters, where

I bought it, in Capri,

and to that sweater from Peru, knit

by gnarled, ancient fingers

and purchased on the cobbled streets

of Cusco.

What I’ve learned is that we need to release

the things of our past, those fleeting markers of our lives,

in order to receive new abundance,

new histories.

And so, while I do grieve

the loss of these treasures,

fingering each one for long moments,

searing into my memory

that day in the shoe store

near the Spanish Steps, on the trip

when my father was dying, and we

were trying to find delight in the world,

despite his predicament,

and, also, the time when I was

young and in love and had

nothing more than what could fit

into a backpack, for a month in Peru,

and, too, the day I wore that eyelet

outfit in a garden, perched

high above the Aegean sea —

all of these moments are woven

into the tapestry of my mind’s eye,

remembrances of the living of a life.

And now, I set them free,

these physical things, allowing them new memories

with someone else, and I stand,

cleared of the debris, ready to receive

the next phase of “me.”
The Patron Saint Of Lost Chances
By: Kathy Parker
Tags: Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Covid 19, Grief, Love

The Patron Saint Of Lost Chances

Photo by Kleiton Silva on Unsplash

If you asked me to write of this past year

I would write of shipwrecks

how the ocean can swallow an entire boat

whole, yet leave no evidence behind

in the aftermath of this sinking

I dress, make coffee, empty the dishwasher

excess fluid sloshes inside my limbs

they say humans on average are composed

of 60 percent water but I would likely guess

myself to be entirely composed of the weight

of unshed tears which is to say I used to be

more solid than this, more stable

somewhere lies a burial ground of hull and

ballast and berth and broken dreams

ocean floors lined with the wreckage of

ambiguous loss of which we do not speak

it is hard to feel I have a right to sorrow

when so much more has been taken

from the lives of those I know but perhaps

it is simply enough to know grief as the

drowning of all that was keeping us alive.
A Girl to a Grown-Up Woman
By: Maryam Merchant
Tags: Poetry, Relationships, Inspiration, Happiness, Poetry Sunday

A Girl to a Grown-Up Woman

Photo by freestocks.org from Pexels

She is a girl,

A girl of values,

A girl of honor.

She is a treasure,

She has a lot to say,

She has hidden scars,

But she spreads love everywhere.

She has been loved,

She has been betrayed,

She holds secrets,

But yet she is the strongest pillar to mankind.

She is pretty,

She has the kindest soul,

But has wiped her tears,

And stood tall and strong.

She is beautiful inside out,

She suffers a lot,

But she has tied her hair up,

And masked her sorrows with a divine smile.

She is afraid of many things,

She is been lonely at times,

But when you meet her,

Her generosity will always admire and help you.

She blossoms her beauty at every step,

So hold her hands tight,

Walk beside her,

You’ll know how sweet that soul is,

And how strong her hopes are.

Yes, she exists,

The imperfect girl,

Which will heal every soul.

So give her the love,

Which she always deserves.
The Presents of Presence
By: Pavita Singh
Tags: Presence, Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Poem, Friendship

The Presents of Presence

Photo by Sergei Solo on Unsplash

“What do you want for your birthday?” they ask.

I don’t need presents.

I just want presence.

Let’s go out for food

To set the mood

Share stories over champagne

Then come home and play games.

All night, we’ll joke and laugh,

Look at old photos, reminisce about the past,

Maybe sing and dance

If we get a chance.

Things come and go,

That’s something I know,

But just being together

Will leave an impact forever.

That’s how we’ll celebrate.

Doesn’t it sound great?

So come over, let’s chill,

Talk about the serious and the nonsense.

I don’t need presents.

I just want presence.
Snapshots
By: Danna Reich Colman
Tags: Poetry Sunday, Poetry

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Strange Is Better
By: Wanjiku Wanjiru
Tags: Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Poem, Blm381, Poetry On Medium

Photo by Adam Winger on Unsplash

Strange is better than ludicrousness, the latter

Than reason, a liquid mind that’s a wan matter,

Dreary on good days. All days are good with surplus

Unless you can prove any sun ray as worthless.

You’re grumbling something; what’s your tension?

About the desert? That’s a brave question.

Ask again when you have the number of its sand grains,

Instead of thronging it all up and your disdains

In a six-letter word. Those braver will argue,

It’s one because we’re on a giant rock of dark hue,

Revolving about the sun which has eroded away

Over a sustained period. The bravest will say,

It is nothing, and their anguish ends there,

And the generosity of everything begins its share.

It’s why all that’s beautiful is married to simpleness,

And the ground opens its arms to hide our vileness.

Your buts to this it’s why strife and its siblings,

Root deeper within this life, leading austere lives;

The chip that breaks the teacup all by itself:

You keep suspecting everyone but yourself.
Love From the Inside Out
Tags: New York, Poetry, Relationships, Poetry Sunday, Love Letters

How beautiful it is to see someone from the inside out…

To embrace the heart before the body

To entangle with the mind before one’s clothes

To emanate compassion for internal flaws

To extend your inner most being to the very depth of another’s soul

With you, I feel seen.

I am heard.

Sometimes, these words are left unspoken

But listen now, for I must make this clear:

There is nothing more wondrous than loving someone who’s also experienced what it is like to have once been broken.

But understand, I do not need saving.

Walk beside me, reach out a hand to hold

For true love knows that beauty doesn’t reside at the front door

No, it arises when you choose to inhabit a messy home

So take me as I am.

Accept my demons, acknowledge my scars.

For this world is filled with too many humans, searching for perfection

What a tragedy to bypass each other for who we really are

Thank you for choosing to love me

And no matter how long it lasts

You have shown me there is no fear in love and in life…even death

It is a gift that I shall cherish long after I am gone; This, I know for a fact.

And perhaps that is all we are really searching for

Perhaps this is what keeps us alive

My dear reader, I pray that you hold onto

Someone who leads with the heart

Who goes beyond what can only be seen with the eyes
When Life Becomes a Habit
By: Brenda Mahler
Tags: Aging, Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Acceptance, Life

When Life Becomes a Habit

Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash

The sun beams hello each morning

Beckons darkness at night

While emerald fields fade to brown

Gift wrapped in white

Latent until the birds return

Carrying seeds of life

She observes from the window

Watching life reappear

Sprouts push up from the dirt

Leaves bud, unfold

Open to blooming flowers

She sees nature; yet, is blind to life

Her hands once cultivated the earth

Thinned the unkempt world

Sculpted disorder into order

Now weaker, those hands

Translucent fossils of themselves

Search for past pleasures out of reach

The dryness of summer, shadows of spring

Fall winds and frosty winters

Prompt sore muscles to toil

Leaving old bones weary of doing

No longer a life but a habit

She turns her face from the window

Scans her pastel surroundings

Without acknowledging change

She accept it. The choices of her past

Control her present — Command her future
Ways Of The Heart
By: Randy Shingler
Tags: Heart, Morality, Mindfulness, Poetry, Poetry Sunday

Following where my heart leads me

Allowing it to be my guiding light

On whatever path it wants to shine

Knowing it will not lead me astray

Guiding me towards righteousness.

Ways of the heart, ways of peace,

Calming body and quieting mind,

Tranquil waters flow in my veins

Positioning me in meditative state

In early morn before dawn breaks.

Ridding myself of tensions, pressures

Only relaxing peacefully into that state

Dreaming of future beauty not yet seen

When daylight comes and world is bright

Walking among verdant forests and creeks.

Where ways of the heart will lead

As body progresses beyond this state

Unknown, but confident it will be good

Always leading me towards righteousness.
Your Ruins Are My Home
By: Wendy S. Bradfield
Tags: Relationships, Inspiration, Poetry Sunday, Love, Self

Your ruins are my home; let me kiss your feet

Your river is my blood; I drink of it

Your desert is my salvation; I surrender

Your rich black earth is my body; I nourish of it

It is I, your ever-loving daughter and servant.

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Susurrus
By: Jay Sizemore
Tags: Missing Persons, Poetry, Missing Children, Poetry Sunday, Forest

Susurrus

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

The woods are a mortal constant.

A whisper.

Leafy bodies and limbs.

So many places for the winged

or the clawed

to blend into the noise.

She thinks she hears his voice,

like creek water

tonguing slippery stones,

somewhere between daylight

trapped between trees,

directionless and drifting,

his laughter a loose feather

caught on the wind.

Sixteen days and they called off the search,

something her senses won’t allow.

That hissing supplication

of hope wrapped in boughs,

keeps calling her back to the path

where the bark biting palm

reminds her of her father’s face,

the swirling scent of dry leaves

making dust devil memories.

The last time she saw her boy:

the back of his head,

shaggy hair bouncing,

him watching the ground to keep from falling,

his tiny feet shush-shushing

through piles of yesteryear.

The trees sway overhead,

telling secrets in the Morse Code

of leaf rubbing leaf.

She remembers saying, “Don’t get lost now,”

but how could she know

he was stepping

through a door she couldn’t see.
A Holiday Wish
By: Connie Song
Tags: Christmas, Poetry Sunday, Rockefeller Center, Holidays, Trees

In a crazy, mixed up world

of grinches and salvation,

love and separation,

gift wrapped, sandpapered hearts,

you can find poetry

in the middle of a city,

a beautiful tree, far from home,

now on a picturesque stage of its own,

a rhapsody of lights, music, love knots and have nots,

on a towering Norwegian Spruce,

in a season of distanced ugly sweaters, Santa masks,

and nine candles burning bright.

Frozen boughs of magic wishes,

and dreams of wonder,

sprinkled with peaceful, tiny snowflakes until they melt away.
My Sharp Tongue
By: Kelly Neuer
Tags: Regret, Poetry Sunday, Relationships Love Dating, Love, Language

Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash

my sharp tongue is to blame

myself I scold

now my side is lonely

and yours is cold

you’re not here to hold me

to fill up my core

to touch me and love me

till I can take no more

to make it right

is my only wish

to heal the hurt

with a loving kiss

can you forgive my lashes

of ill content

can you forgive the words

I never meant

or did I lose you

like the rain

down the drain

from too much pain
Last night I bounced
By: Sylvia Clare Msc. Psychol
Tags: Adhd, Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Love, Self

When the ADHD genie

is out of her bottle

there is little I can do

to tempt her back inside

She loves to play you see

to frolic around the bed

to dance ‘round the living room

to say out loud every word

passing through her unfiltered head.

To laugh and have fun with all her heart.

There is only love in that heart,

only joy in that head.

The dark clouds that pass through

from time to time

were sent by others from long ago,

those who did not enjoy such joyfulness.

But you, my love. You embrace all that I am.

All that ADHD brings to our lives.

Never a dull moment you say

and laugh with her, with me.

No wonder loving you

is that dominant thought,

bouncing around inside me

snuggling like a puppy.

Last night I bounced

And you loved me right back.
Tongue Tied
By: Connie Song
Tags: Time, Relationships, Tattoo, Poetry Sunday, Self

Tongue Tied

Photo by GREG KANTRA on Unsplash

If only I could turn back the expired hands of time,

and eat my tattered words,

From lips not meant to hurt you,

and destroy us, like a sonic boom,

with thoughts blocked and souls scarred.

Now I relent, just trying to survive,

as I dream on, set the alarm,

for the rest of eternity.

Tongue tied,

entangled in a snare,

I feel like broken glass,

soiled by pigeons crapping on the grass,

messing with my perfect hair,

reality taking a filthy bite of illusion,

hungover and just trying to inhale the truth,

exhale vodka and vermouth,

swallowing smoke and delusion and bitter pills to mute the pain,

as voices swell inside my brain,

hemorrhaging words that bleed the canvas of the night

and stain the stars, until the palette’s ink runs dry.

If only I could tattoo my lips another life,

and love like silk,

to stop the rant of the expired hands of time.

© Connie Song 2020. All Rights Reserved.
Rest in Peace, My Little Heart
Tags: Poetry, Relationships, Poetry Sunday, Grief, Love

Photo by Piqsels

Rest in peace

The feelings which once gave flight to my soul

Still intact and resplendent with life

Carry them down to the river

One by one

Trail them along

By your heavy wooden feet

Carry them down

Bury them deep

And return them to Mother Earth

Her due belonging

Which she gave

Not realizing how the jungle

Had turned concrete out there

Along with all their pathetic little hearts

Cold and lonesome

Stand above them

Let your tears fall down

To where they lie

There in their new home

They would have given so much

But their safety reigns above all

So say your last words

Just as a mother would do

Look at them one last time

With that endless love in your eye

The love that will be love nevermore

The winds are harsh and murderous

Those delicate little bits

Will wilt and wither out there

Slowly eat away at their own futility

Until there remains one word

That of lovelessness -

Don’t you dare let it have the final say

Sing a final prayer and

Bury them away

Away from violent hands

And wicked hearts

Give them up

Before the war starts

Before the battle

And all its various arts

Give them up

Before they’re cut

Into a thousand little parts

Incantations by Shirin © 2020
Open My Mouth
By: Jonathan Greene
Tags: Help, Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Love, Self

Open My Mouth

Photo by Haley Lawrence on Unsplash

Open my mouth

and breathe love

back into me

Wake me up

with your heat

on my cold lips

Resuscitate

this fragile soul

with the breath

of an embrace

Let me feel life

through one small

gust of wind

from you to me
You Can Count on Me
By: Louise Foerster
Tags: Poetry, Relationships, Poetry Sunday, Self, Sisters

Poetry Sunday

You Can Count on Me

It may not be pretty, but it’s real.

Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

We both know it’s coming.

There will come that day, that time, that moment

When it is my turn to do this thing or be that way

And I will blow it.

An unimaginable, terrible dilemma will erupt in my life

And I will choose the option you think is wrong —

And somehow, some way, you will let me know what you think

In silence, in indifferent shrug, in slanted glance armed with arrow.

Most of the time, all is well.

We exult at synchronicity and happenstance,

Admire shimmers of silver and flowers that thrive between the cracks,

Watch cardinals shoot across the yard, and rub the dog’s head.

We share so much, understand so well that words are not needed

For us to understand exactly what the other feels, thinks, and loves.

However…

You can count on me to do the wrong thing.

Awkward me sends messages within messages she doesn’t know are there

Until someone kind points them out to me and I gape in horror

At broadcasting that inconvenient, unbearable secret we all know.

If there’s a wrong way, any possible misconstruing, I will find it.

And I will plunge into it with every ounce of foolhardy I possess.

I am that reliable, that consistent in seeing the world differently

From you and everyone else, out of whack, out of step, out of gear.

That reminds me.

I know how drive a stick shift.

I can change gears as smooth as silk whisper on your cheek.

I can ride merrily through desolation and heartbreak and wonderful hard

With enthusiastic, wholehearted appreciation for the moment

Knowing that I am blowing it and there will be consequences

From dust-churning spins, artful swerves, and taking wrong roads.

I am sorry for all the things I have yet to do wrong —

Knowing that they are coming won’t prevent nor soften them.

My actions are no brilliant premeditated evil of unbridled ego and genius,

But simply small and huge fear, baffled into awkward and wrong footed

Stumbling blindly through a strange land, hoping for your hand,

Praying that you’ll forgive me as I forgive you.
The Parade
By: B. I. Hirsch
Tags: Poetry, Parenting, Poetry Sunday, Children, Love

The Parade

Image by L Klassen from Pixabay

I dreamed a memory last night,

From before they left and I was alone,

Before age robbed me of movement and sight,

Before I sat inside, afraid.

We sat outside,

In the old oak’s crook.

They were young, my children,

Cuddled like two puppies looking for warmth,

My arms wrapped around them, saying I was there.

Red and yellow leaves fell,

Geese sounded off in the sky,

A squirrel scampered past.

Then a turkey and raccoon shared the leafy stage,

A doe foraged for acorns — mast, I think it’s called.

Then a peacock or emu rambled, off-balance and clownish,

(Though no peacocks or emus lived in the backwoods),

A boar shuffled by, snorting for lack of a hankie,

Then a buck, crowned with magnificent antlers.

Each animal a flurry of excitement in the confetti of falling leaves,

“Look there,” and “Cool, did you see?”

From young boys who only just learned to tie shoes or ride bikes.

It grew dark and time came to go home, but I was happy in the memory.

It wasn’t a memory of a happening.

More a memory of a feeling.

Secure. Together. At peace.

Love.

It’s growing dark.

I remember the love.

I can go home now.
Dear Rich People
By: Amy Sterling Casil
Tags: Wealth Inequality, Rich People, Poetry, Poetry Sunday, Social Justice

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All we want is happiness

We don’t want your dirty cash

We just want to live our lives

Without an endless money dash

The things we value

Your money can’t buy

We’re not the same as you

We have no need to lie

We don’t ever get a charge

From putting others down

We believe that living large

Means lots of friends in our town

We may hate school

Because it wastes our time

We don’t need to follow rules

That cover up your crimes

We don’t believe in telling

Others what to do

Taking but never giving

To enrich the very few

You got rich by cheating

Lying and ripping off

You know zero about living

Or what real humans go through

Change is coming rich people

Like thunder in the distance

Like the avalanche on the mountain

Like the waves on the shore

Like the sun rising over the horizon

Change is coming rich people

And it is coming for you
December Rest
By: Megan Minutillo
Tags: Winter, Poetry, Rest, Christmas, Poetry Sunday

December Rest

Photo by Aurélien Dockwiller on Unsplash

I stood on the front lawn of our

new home, admiring the glow

of our Christmas lights.

The neighborhood was quiet,

the night was rather still.

The chaos that can often be

December was faded away

in the background, and all that

was left were me and our lights.

Lights that suddenly lit up our

street, and lifted us out of the

plunging darkness of winter.

Lights that brought joy to my

soul, and a smile on my face,

and even made my neighbors

express their glee.

Lights that remind me of the

kindness of others, the love of

my family, and the flicker of hope

that burns within us all.

My husband comes outside and

joins me on the front lawn.

He grabs my hand, interlocking

his fingers with mine, and we

marvel at the beauty of newly

strung lights.

The neighborhood is still quiet,

the night remains still.

December is in full swing, and

the flicker of hope has grown

to a full-fledged flame.

Now it’s time for us to rest.
Daydreams and Nightmares
By: Elaine Hamilton
Tags: Relationships, Poetry Sunday, Memories, Love, Dreaming

Shouting in the darkness

there’s no one that can hear

lonely nights

I don’t sleep tight

anymore

how I wish that I could tell you

no, I haven’t really moved on

and I’m not fine

like I say

anyway…..

I struggle every day

just to erase you from my mind

and when I close my eyes

I find

just a hint of you remains
Saifu App. Contactless payment with mobile…
By: Jan Patka
Tags: UI, Mobile Apps, UX, Bränd, Product Design

Saifu App

At the turn of 2017, banks have gradually introduced mobile payments. Ceska Sporitelna, as the biggest bank in the Czech Republic, didn’t want to be left behind.

I was invited to be an external contractor during the project and my task was to create branding and user interface of the application, which would then later be taken over by the internal team. Although the application wasn’t developed exactly as we expected, it launched and gained over 24,000 regular users and admirable rating. Check the app on Google Play

What Is Saifu? Why Fish?

The name Saifu is of Japanese origin and means “wallet”. Since Sporitelna pioneered an innovative path of development, they came up with an interactive guide to accompany the application — a fish named Abnaki as a symbol of wisdom.
Mobile apps & business world
By: Sjain Ventures Ltd .
Tags: Mobile App, Best It Company In Pune, Sjain, Business, Sjain Ventures

Mobile apps have gone through transformational changes with changing times and trends. And with adaptation of technology, it became even more popular amongst service providers and businesses. They have evolved as per people’s need and convenience. Many businesses have come to the conclusion that mobile apps can be a great medium to attract or invite customers.

It is observed that mobile apps are preferred over mobile websites; the prime reason behind this is its personalized content. It prepares users for future by serving nearly every plausible objective. Applications give opportunity to make the most on growing no. of smart phone users. It lets you reach those potential customers that can produce a lot of benefits.

Rise in smart phone usage has facilitated many companies to opt for mobile applications to build their brand stronger. It rewards with brand awareness and recognition which makes it an alternative asset for the company. It accelerates online activities as it leads to SEO; followed by boosting potential of your website. You can also maintain your uniqueness while focusing on application element.

It provides direct channel for marketing that brings more customers by engaging with them and looking after their satisfactory scope. It bridges customers with effective services like push notifications, messaging options and instant updates. That being so, availability can make customers feel appreciated.

Edge over the competitors in the market is another bonus points for mobile applications. Apps become your brand ambassador when it is directed in right direction with smart steps. As they are faster, it becomes easy for users to have maximum access. Adding on, an application can provide momentum to your business as it keeps your business open for 24*7.

Smart phone applications keeps the users updated about new products and offers by pulling out e-mail addresses and social media account syncing. Talking about e-commerce, users experience ultimate ease while shopping online; making applications essential for business proceeding these days. Finally yet importantly, mobile apps are cost-effective way of doing business with a bonus of productivity improvement.
Huawei nova 8 Pro 5G mobile price in bangladesh
By: Md Shamim Hossian
Tags: Mobile, Mobile Apps, Mobile Marketing, Mobile App Development

Huawei nova 8 Pro 5G Modelnova 8 Pro 5G Network 2G NetworkGSM 850 / 900 / 1800 / 1900 — SIM 1 & SIM 2

CDMA 800 3G NetworkHSDPA 800 / 850 / 900 / 1700(AWS) / 1900 / 2100 4G Network1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 18, 19, 26, 34, 38, 39, 40, 41 5G Network1, 3, 28, 38, 41, 77, 78, 79, 80, 83, 84 SA/NSA SpeedHSPA 42.2/5.76 Mbps, LTE-A, 5G GPRS/EDGEYes Launch Launch Date2020, December 23 StatusComing soon. Exp. release 2021, January 08 Body Body Dimensions163.3 x 74.1 x 7.9 mm (6.43 x 2.92 x 0.31 in) Body Weight184 g (6.49 oz) Network SIMDual SIM (Nano-SIM, dual stand-by) Operating SystemAndroid 10, EMUI 11, no Google Play Services Display Display TypeOLED, 1B colors, HDR10, 120Hz Display Size6.72 inches, 110.9 cm2 (~91.7% screen-to-body ratio) Display Resolution1236 x 2676 pixels, 19.5:9 ratio Display MultitouchYes Display Density~439 PPI density Platform CPUOcta-core (1x2.58 GHz Cortex-A76 & 3x2.40 GHz Cortex-A76 & 4x1.84 GHz Cortex-A55) ChipsetKirin 985 5G (7 nm) GPUMali-G77 (8-core) Memory Memory Internal128GB, 256GB RAM8GB, 8GB UFS Card slotNo Camera Primary CameraQuad 64 MP, f/1.8, 26mm (wide), PDAF

8 MP, f/2.4, 120˚, 17mm (ultrawide)

2 MP, f/2.4, (depth)

2 MP, f/2.4, (macro) Secondary CameraDual 16 MP, f/2.0, (wide)

32 MP, f/2.4, 100˚ (ultrawide) Camera FeaturesLED flash, panorama, HDR Video4K, 1080p, 720p@960fps, gyro-EIS Sound AudioVibration, MP3, WAV ringtones LoudspeakerYes 3.5mm JackNo FM RadioNo Connectivity WiFiWi-Fi 802.11 a/b/g/n/a/6, dual-band, Wi-Fi Direct, hotspot Bluetooth5.2, A2DP, LE USBUSB Type-C 2.0, USB On-The-Go GPSYes, with dual-band A-GPS, GLONASS, BDS, GALILEO, QZSS, NavIC NFCYes Infrared portNo Features SensorsFingerprint (under display, optical), accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass MessagingSMS(threaded view), MMS, Email, IM BrowserHTML5 JavaNo Battery Battery TypeLi-Po Battery Capacity4000 mAh, non-removable Battery Battery Charging Fast charging 66W, 60% in 15 min, 100% in 35 min

Reverse charging 5W More Made inChina Body ColorsBlack, Blue, Green, White ModelsBRQ-AN00

Huawei nova 8 Pro 5G

Huawei nova 8 Pro 5G price in Bangladesh is around 53,990 BDT, and it has the body dimensions of 163.3 x 74.1 x 7.9 mm (6.43 x 2.92 x 0.31 in) and 184 g (6.49 oz) weight. It has an OLED, 1B colors, HDR10, 120Hz, And the display size is 6.72 inches, 110.9 cm2 (~91.7% screen-to-body ratio), with a resolution of 1236 x 2676 pixels, 19.5:9 ratio. It is run with Android 10, EMUI 11, no Google Play Services. The Chipset of Huawei nova 8 Pro 5G is Kirin 985 5G (7 nm), with an internal memory of 128GB, 256GB, and 8GB, 8GB UFS Ram. The Primary camera of this phone is Quad 64 MP, f/1.8, 26mm (wide), PDAF, and the secondary Dual 16 MP, f/2.0, (wide). It comes with a Li-Po 4000 mAh, non-removable battery. To know about Huawei mobile Showroom and Store Location, click here.
Maximize Your Mobile App
Tags: Mobile App, Application, Mobile Marketing, Mobile App Development, App Design

Maximize Your Mobile App

If there was anything that this year taught us, it is how valuable mobile connection with a user base is. JIFU Dec 23, 2020·3 min read

Whether it is maximizing your website for mobile devices or creating your own mobile application for a better user experience, businesses are moving towards a broader audience through mobile maximization.

JIFU has upgraded our mobile application into JIFU 2.0, available in both the Apple Store and Google Play. JIFU is a global company, so we are hyper-aware of how important it is for our members and affiliates to be able to easily access all the available tools in a convenient way. In fact, Sensor Tower predicts that app downloads will reach 44.5 billion by 2024. It is clear that users expect to be able to download an easy-to-use app, regardless of the service or product provided.

JIFU 2.0 harnesses the power of convenience and transforms it into your most powerful sales and marketing tool. Increase the potential for income with the ability to mobily follow up with sales leads and keep track of your top performers by utilizing the link-click confirmation system.

Currently, we are working with our teams to ensure that our apps are globally translated and usable for our wide non-American user base. JIFU suggests this to any entrepreneur looking to create their own app. According to data collected by App Annie, China accounts for around 45% of global app downloads, so it is important to ensure that you are not accidentally excluding a market.

Additionally, our new app makes it easy to communicate with a team or potential new team members. Users can easily share buddy passes as well as digital brand assets only available via app. It is also always a good idea to have a pro version of your app with special content for those who invest in their own success.

JIFU 2.0 Pro enables users to seamlessly integrate the app onto their desktop, incorporate drip down email with extended sales reports/analytics. Another great feature of the pro app is the ability to share personalized and interactive content for the user’s own team and customer base.

The usability of mobile app is especially important for those interested in ecommerce, considering that 67% of users used a mobile shopping app in Q1 of 2020, and that 52% of those people actually bought something using that app. Whatever it is you’re selling, there undoubtedly are people somewhere out there who want to buy it. Make it easy with a mobile app!

Be sure to download the JIFU 2.0 app and become a member today! Enjoy the streamlined user interface and simple usability. We are always improving so be sure to follow JIFU on social media to stay up to date: Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Web.

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How Uber works and makes Money: uber business model and revenue model of Uber
Tags: Taxi, Mobile Apps, Mobile App Development, Technology, Uber

Uber Technologies, is an American multinational transportation network company (TNC) offering services which include but not limited to Ride booking, peer-to-peer ridesharing, ride service hailing, food delivery, and a bicycle-sharing system. San Francisco Based transport giant has its operations over 785 metropolitan areas worldwide. Its platforms can be accessed via its websites and mobile apps.

Uber business and revenue model

As of 2019, Uber is the market leader in the US Transport market with the estimated 110 million users worldwide. It has a 69% market share in the USA for passenger transport and a 25% market share for food delivery.

Uber didn’t become Uber in one go, Step by step, with data-driven decisions and moderately brave experiments made Uber today the market leader in the online taxi ride market.

Want to know about the uber business model and how uber makes money (uber revenue model) read our complete blog at https://www.appsrhino.com/how-uber-works-and-makes-money-business-and-revenue-model-of-uber/
Best Mobile App Development Company in Italy
By: Sylvester Bush
Tags: Mobileappdeveloper, Mobileapp, App, Mobileappdevelopment

If you are offering new-age mobile solutions to your clients then your apps have to cater to the technology demands that your clients desire. You need to look at the top Mobile App Development Company in Italy.

HireFullStackDeveloperIndia is one of the best mobile application development companies that is backed by a team of highly skilled developers who have plenty of experience in building enterprise-level applications for Android, iOS and Microsoft powered devices.

With hundreds of satisfied clients and apps to our name, we as a development partner should be your choice for mobile app development in San Jose.

Our mobile-savvy team develops apps that offer innovative ways for our clients to engage with their customers while accelerating their digital transformation.

Our work defines our expertise and highlights our level of professionalism. We help firms and agencies by transforming their outlook completely.

We know what it takes to create stunning and feature-rich mobile apps that enhance user engagement and conversion rates.
Leading And Growing a Spa or Salon Business in these Uncertain Times.
By: Frantic Infotech Pvt. Ltd
Tags: Spa Business, Salon Business, Mobile Apps, Mobile App Development, Salon

These are no doubt very difficult times for all business owners.

As COVID has changed the way of living of many, leading to huge losses faced by businesses worldwide. Similarly Salon and spa businesses have lost their profits in mending the losses faced during lockdown, and also after the re opening people are afraid to visit salons.

It’s A relief, we have a new year — a fresh start we’re going to welcome more than most! Many spa and salon managers and owners typically spend December juggling management of holiday business and promotions with planning for the following year. What all new initiatives will be in place for the business? What all new services, products, or equipment are in the pipeline? How will you grow revenues as well as customer and employee engagement?

This blog post will answer all the queries and will definitely provide a solution to mend the loses faced in 2020 by salon and spa owners, so that eventually 2021 can be wonderful no matter what the circumstances may be prevailing in the future.

The fact is, you never really know what is going to happen tomorrow; we’ve just had a long run of good fortune, with great growth and positive momentum for the wellness industry for the last 12 years. The COVID crisis is a powerful reminder that we are never in full control of our futures, and we have to plan accordingly. That is: plan for uncertainty.

So How to Grow your business and be prepared for the uncertainty?

There is a way in which you can protect and secure your salon and spa business, and that is getting a mobile application developed for your salon. This will help you to offer services no matter what the circumstances are or will be.

Providing services through An online platform will enable you to be available 24*7 onto a person’s mobile, and deliver services at their home, according to your customers comfort zone. Application like urban clap have made this possible for themselves, why cant you do the same.

Benefits of Getting a Mobile app developed for you spa and salon business are:

There are many benefits of an online platform for your business including-

Online presence enables brand awareness and increases audience reach. Application helps your targeted audience to book appointments and rate your business, enhancing more traffic. An application on Playstore will enable you to be known in many and therefore profit will increase. Flaunt your services online and get immense profit in no time. Ensure your customers about your safety measures during these uncertain Coronavirus pandemic times.

So there is the answer to all your problems, invest today in an application, and get lifetime profits from it, face no more loss due to the uncertainty of the situations.
Product Design Reflections
Tags: Digital, Mobile Apps, Design Student, Product Design, Learning Design

We live in a world where digital products guide our daily lives. There’s been a couple occasions where I’ve left my phone at my apartment unintentionally. Without my iPhone in hand, I was “forced” to listen to the sounds of the city instead of my commute playlist, spent my subway ride reading a chapter of a book that I was putting off instead of scrolling Instagram, and used Google Maps on my work laptop to figure out which line I needed to take to make my dinner plans that night. Although my day wasn’t completely tech-free, it shows the reliance and constant presence we attribute to a single device.

A good product adds value to our lives, but a great product will understand the problems we experience as a user and provide solutions in an enjoyable and intuitive way. A good mobile app will probably be deleted from one’s mobile device after it serves its purpose. I know I’m not the only one who deletes mobile apps that were frustrating, time-consuming, and didn’t offer me enough value where I could justify using precious storage space for it.

As users, our attention span has lessened and our need for instant gratification has increased as technology advanced. A great product will pin-point the user’s need, and make the process of reaching their objective clear and efficient. The team behind a great product takes human behavior and external factors into play when researching and conceptualizing, while keeping the main goal at the forefront instead of their own personal biases.

Source: Sgcdesignco via Unsplash

Spotify is a product of frequent discussion in the design world, and music is a big part of our lives. I loved seeing everyone’s “Spotify Wrapped” to see what music carried them through the year! Personally, I could never give up music; and Spotify is a product I can’t imagine my daily life without. Before streaming services like Spotify, finding and listening to music was a much more involved process. Without going too far back, buying and swapping vinyl, tapes, and CDs, was the way to share our favorite music with others to enjoy on their own time. Spotify has opened the world of music up. A listener is no longer confined to a certain genre, artist, or album.

In a world of information overload, music provides an escape from the stress and pressure of daily life. With the looming stress and little interaction between friends and family due to the pandemic, music has been a lifesaver. Spotify allows me to bond over music with my circle by creating shared playlists where we can add our contributions, and through their new feature: group listening sessions. While a lot of things have changed this year, people’s love and need for music hasn’t. Spotify’s product is simple in nature, yet the company recognized the need for people’s desire to stay connected through music and innovated a new way for people to listen together, even from across the country.