Drikus
Word-organizing writer, hobbyist photographer, conversationalist, just treading carefully in this world, where we need to live more of GOD instead of for ourselves.
- Wind Up, Wind Down - 4/2/2026 Empty streaks of light, patches on the carpet, some sacred soil, no stories to spoil. Go descend a mountain, swim through rivers full, breathe out pain, tick out in a quiet lane. Until the world stops turning, gain perspective, burn daylight, sleep at night. #Poetry
- Stay - 4/2/2026 Unspool the thread of tears of your face park a car with lace. When you need a little love I'll be the dove. No more touching dark shadows at night put on the light. At this moment Stay A few years from now Stay Right at this second Stay When everything is confused Stay #Poetry
- Somewhere Radio... where playing the latest buzz is not just a magazine headline. (For all commercial purposes no bees were harmed during this episode) Somewhere Radio... On Air Twenty-Four Seven longer than a Seven-Eleven. #Radio #Music_All_Day_Long #Writers_United #Photographic_Moments #Real_Song
- What do you think: Say there was no category called Insects... Would bees then be classified as birds? Imagine if a bee were to be as big as a vulture, and if that thing stings you, you'd probably die instantly? Scary scenario, a love-hate relationship with those black and yellow critters! #Bees
- Do It For Country - 2/2/2026 Dried up scrunchies, three-legged doggy crunchies, who gets the munchies. Two-point-Oh is a lot on the clock, "Hey, what's up, Doc?" On a tractor in a field, some gemstones of yield, of potatoes, corn, and a leaf shield. A lot on the clock, "Hey, Doc?" #Poetry #Sing
- Lost In The Middle - 2/2/2026 Lost in the middle, is like a scrape with a fiddle, on your neck, in the backseat. Wait, a little longer, you'll let the smoke get stronger, before marshmallows, are roasted over water. Let see who rocks a smile, counting twenties for a mile, over Atlantis, bye-bye.
- Man In A Bubble - 2/2/2026 Surrounded by a gilded cage talking is no help nightingale, forgotten. Walls that are breaking crying tears not meant for me, deluge. Capturing memories in a cup serving lunch over a portico, unkneaded. Unluckier than them so posh grab my hands friend, linger. #Writer
- A Pineapple Flower. No, it's not where the fruit comes from. And also no, you cannot eat it. #Pineapple_Flower #Almost_Plastic_Like_Flowers #Beautiful_Nature_Photography #Photographers_United #Photography #Writer_Inspiration #Writing #Purple_Light_Pink_And_Even_Hints_Of_Green_And_White #Cool #Lawns
- Last month's Plumbago. She is standing tall, and flowering beautifully in blue. Strange that it doesn't smell of anything. #Photographing_Nature #Photo_Opportunities #Photographers_Unite #Writers_Inspiration #Writers_Unite #Poetry_In_Motion #Not_A_Car_But_A_Flower #Funny_You_Should_Ask #Camera #Now
- Let Us Build A House - 31/1/2026 Along a beautiful shore, is where we'll start our story waking up to flowers. One room will be for books, no make that two, rather three outside will be a big willow. Our room on the top floor, a few for our guests another for all the birds to nest. #Fantasypoem
