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The growth of www.eastwindpoems.site is more than numbers —
it is a pulse, a rhythm, a living signal
of engagement with the Population 5 universe,
and every spark traces back to one hand, one mind:
Scott L. “Superman”, Super Cool J,
the sole architect of this digital microcosm.
Beta launch on October 1, 2025,
over 41 days, 525 unique visitors
and 1,135 total visits
have navigated its layers,
returning again and again to witness the universe I am shaping.
These analytics are not mere numbers — they are proof of momentum, evidence of a microverse in motion.
Each click, each return, each engagement traces the life and energy I am bringing into being.
The microverse expands with every heartbeat, every spark of attention, every ripple of curiosity —
egg shells flyin’, pulses racin’. and a universe alive under my hand.
This is not mere traffic. This is hard impact in motion.
Pistols ready, sharpshooter,
with eagle laser eyes —
watchful, steady, and guided by grace.
Number 1 Raider — Raiding This Living Universe.
And if you want to slow down,
take a look ‘round:
turtles, Humpty Dumpty, unicorns, and flying horses await.
Showcase your laugh, your smile —
Literary Fine Arts,
Legendary Hyperfantasy,
a gift from God for everyone to enjoy.
You ain’t tryin if the cracked egg shells aren’t flyin!
Teaser: "Bro Steve pulled da pin, eggshells flyin’!"
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Bro Steve pulled da pin — eggshells flyin’!
One joke led to anotha, scrambled eggs on the side, hot and ready, cracked eggshells flyin’ nonstop.
Then he said he’d trust the Lord to make Thanksgiving for ova hundred peeps go smooth —
steppin’ up like Moses when God nudges.
Laughter sparked joy, joy sparked gratitude, and gratitude reminded us of God’s goodness.
Yellow Tulips Blushing Scarlet Red 🌷
Prelude
The Architecture of a Simple Day in The American Way 🦅
What light through yonder window breaks?
The weave and sparkle of an autumn day, shared with friends.
Each glance, each laugh, each humble gesture
Builds a story—faith, love, care
A hidden architecture of the heart. ❤️
Walls hum warmth, windows catch the light,
Burgers hiss, tulips blaze, voices lift.
Not just a meal—this rhythm of connection,
A structure of trust, friendship, and God. ❤️
Here, the ordinary becomes extraordinary.
Yellow Tulips Blushing Scarlet Red
Love and Friendship in Hopeville, USA — Autumn, November 9, 2025
Scott L. walked down the Sanctuary stairs after finishing the online YouTube live stream.
The production had gone smoothly. Every cue, every note.
And the upgraded audio system? Out-of-this-world amazing.
He was genuinely happy.
Romeo leaned in, whispering like a conspirator.
“Hey, we’re having a barbecue lunch. You’re invited.”
Scott’s eyes lit up.
“Okay, I’m all in.”
He laughed. Seeing things? Hearing things? Maybe. Didn’t matter—this is how he rolls, trusting God.
He hadn’t eaten breakfast.
The morning had been writing stories and going to church.
During the stream, he’d had nothing but the tiny cracker and smallest cup of grape juice for communion, led by the pastor.
Hunger tugged at him all morning.
Food floated into his mind. Pizza? No—two molars had just been removed. Impossible.
Burgers? Yes. Something he could actually enjoy: a juicy burger.
Scott wanted a small gesture.
Romeo and Juliet had recently moved into their charming home across from Patterson Park. Nearby, a Safeway called.
He picked out a bouquet of yellow tulips, blushing scarlet red—bright, cheerful, perfect.
At the house, he handed the tulips to Juliet, world-renowned writer and editor.
Her home was warm. Inviting.
Being part of the same church family, Scott felt a simple, deep joy.
He had expected a crowd. Instead, it was five people: Romeo and Juliet, Scott, Brother Steve, a new inductee, and Michael, someone Scott had seen but didn’t know well.
Sunlight streamed through windows, filling the room. Quiet streets, no nonsense—Baltimore at its best.
A week ago, it was announced that Brother Steve would lead Thanksgiving. 🦃
Few thought much about it, though curiosity lingered: How did he get picked?
He told the story.
Laughed as he spoke. Thought he’d help an hour, maybe two.
Instead, Pastor Criscoe and elder General George installed him as lead.
“Our prayers have been answered — praise God!” they said.
Brother Steve admitted he felt unsure at first. Not confident in all the details. But he kept saying,
“If Moses could be chosen to lead, even without everything he needed, and succeed by God’s grace, then I can do this too.”
🔥
He paused, laughed nervously, then smiled. His faith anchored him.
Everyone in the room could feel it—the humility, the courage, the quiet strength of someone trusting God completely.
By story’s end, it all made sense. Everyone laughed. Nods. Light, easy. Skill preceded him, yet faith carried him forward.
Scott dug in.
Juicy burgers. Fresh tomatoes. Raw onions, just how he liked. Pickles, ketchup, mustard.
American Way 🗽
Sweet buns baked in da mornin. Incredible.
Add Coca-Cola, and gratitude swelled in his chest.
The spread, the company, the laughter—a feast for every sense.
Juliet’s smile met him as he handed over the tulips.
Romeo had grilled while Scott was at Safeway.
Sunlight glinted on golden buns, blessing the moment.
True Americana: warmth. Hospitality. Connection.
Modern conveniences, generous hearts. Faith, love, friendship.
Here in Hopeville, USA, hearts join, friendships strengthen, and goodwill prevail
—for only united shall we endure, and overcome.
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Solitude: Four Senryu Across Worlds. 🌌
Solitude:
Four Senryu Across Worlds
(孤独の川柳, Kodoku no Senryu)
by Scott L.
October 2025
Preface
Solitude is not mere loneliness, but a conscious state of being—a space for reflection, creativity, restoration, and spiritual alignment.
This work captures four facets of solitude in the concise, evocative form of Senryu (川柳), a Japanese poetic style that expresses human emotion in three lines of 5-7-5 syllables.
Each Senryu serves as a window into a different type of solitude, offering both emotional resonance and meditative clarity.
Reflective Solitude (内省の孤独, Naisei no Kodoku)
Morn meditations
Contemplating in the morn
Self I am reborn
Creative Solitude (創造の孤独, Sōzō no Kodoku)
Pen drifts across page
Ideas bloom in silence
Mind dances freely
Spiritual Solitude (霊的な孤独, Reiteki na Kodoku)
Silent prayer rises
Whispers touch the unseen world
Heart meets endless sky
Restorative Solitude (回復の孤独, Kaifuku no Kodoku)
Evening shadows fall
Breath slows, tensions melt away
Calm returns to me
Coda
In this collection, the quiet discipline of Nihon (日本) poetic tradition meets the expressive freedom of the English language. The two languages—so distinct in rhythm, tone, and spirit—find harmony here, woven through the universal experience of solitude.
It is a gentle testament to how art transcends language: where the brevity of Senryu meets the depth of reflection, and where stillness itself becomes eloquent.
And perhaps, in this perfect fusion, there is one quiet sorrow—
that nothing was lost in translation.
A selfie across cultures, traditions, and worlds,
among the many languages, near and far.
Footnote
Senryu (川柳) is traditionally both singular and plural in Japanese. While some English speakers may be tempted to write “Senryus,” the unaltered form is considered more authentic and is widely accepted in literary contexts.
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US: The highest fire alarms are typically labeled numerically (5-alarm, 6-alarm), and some very large incidents get special designations like “major incident” or “catastrophic fire.”
So much smoke up in here!
🔥🔥 Campfire Lore: A Three-Part Saga
Part 2: Legends of Loch Raven – Moonlit Mysteries 🌙
Loch Raven Reservoir 💧, north of Baltimore County, is a man-made basin where towns once stood. This Green Meadow 🌾 is home to the Monster Bass 🐟, a largemouth legend tipping 15–20 pounds. At night, Godzilla 🦖 rises to challenge it. Waves roar, water splashes, and imagination turns the Green Meadow into a living stage of epic encounters.
By morning, the waters are calm ✨. The secret magic of Loch Raven reflects how urban legends are born: blending history, mystery, and imagination into unforgettable tales.
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🦇🐈⬛️ 🚨 MAYDAY, MAYDAY: Green Meadow Alert! 🚨 Population 5 Beta Launch Update – October 1, 2025 🎃
Friends, patrons, and champions of fine art,
The Beta Launch has been rolling, Masterclass content is flowing, Class A poems are sparkling, and the Green Meadow is more alive than ever. But beware: without your help, the meadow might face an invasion of clutter, chaos, and commercial nonsense. I don’t want ads, pop-ups, or any of that nonsense spoiling our legendary, hyper-fantastic space.
Issue recap: Our payment platform had some hiccups. If you tried to support us early and hit a wall, we’re deeply sorry. It’s fixed now—hoops jumped, kinks ironed out, and ready for action.
🚀 Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It: Make a donation—big, small, or somewhere delightfully in-between. Your support keeps the Green Meadow pure, preserves its creative magic, and prevents a sellout scenario (because no one wants that).
👣 Next Step: Head to the Menu and click on 💥 Petro-Diamond Fund💎… and help safeguard this legendary space.
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Join the Beta Launch movement. Keep the meadow free, magical, and utterly Population 5. Let’s make sure the Green Meadow stays ours.
—Scott L.
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This is why my Analytics are through the roof.
Stratosphere breached.
System integrity — holding.
Jet engines igniting on specially formulated petrodiamond fuel — ⚡️—
molecularly engineered to outburn every known isotope.
Output projection:
Sufficient energy to sustain the Galactic Empire’s battlestations
for 100,000,000 × 10¹⁰ years of continuous power.
Data confirms —
we’ve left the known charts behind.
End transmission.
🧧 Good Luck, Commander.
Full tank of petroblend diamonds ready to ride on a burning light!
Full tank of petroblend diamonds ready to ride on a burning light!
Exposed, Free, Alive XX 🧜♀️
Oct 10
For the few who feel it—population five—this is our space, revealed, alive, and entirely free. XXOO's
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AD Starlight First Sight: Darlene
Starlight First Sight: Darlene
Oct 8
… Then, without warning, she appeared — Darlene, electric blue,
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Shakespeare 101 got me Goin Rockin-N-Rollin ... LL Cool J Style ...Ladies Love Cool James
Feel a little lighter, Hon?
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Morpheus – Greek God of Dreams
Morpheus shapes dreams, appearing in human form to deliver messages or visions. Son of Sleep (Hypnos), he lives at the edge of reality and imagination.
His name inspired “morphine” because of its link to sleep.
β Launch Status Report: Asset Procurement — Phase 2
Stage 1: Vintage & 1ˢᵗ Edition Classic Comics— procured
(Rare finds, prime quality.)
Stage 2: Musical Playlists —
Local Blues & Def Jam Hot to Trot — 50% procured
LL Cool J: “Ladies Love Cool James”
(Setting the groove for our soundtrack.)
Stage 3: Masterclass Artisans — 1 of 2 committed, awaiting final
(Craft meets commitment.)
Stage 4: Backup domain — under review with Specialist J. Skywalker
(Ensuring continuity and control.)
Stage 5: Continue Mastercraft — enhance and engage viewer experience
(Every detail counts.)
Stage 6: Dedicate to the Lord — follow His lead, the Good Shepherd…Maintain Tactical Advantage
(Mission-driven guidance.)
Pigeon Bird Swag Before Flight 🪶
Deep deep…
I want to hear her sing…
As my bobble head swings,
OoooOooooo deep deep…
Side to side, front and back, all ‘round.
Oooooooo Oooooooo!
Deep deep...
Doin’ the pigeon bird swag,
My pigeon butt swingin’ just a little bit.
Bobble head front and back.
Got to love her,
Oooohh…
Deep deep… deep deep… deep deep…
Doin’ the pigeon bird swag.
Lookin’ for somethin’ to eat
Before flyin’ back to my pigeon coop.
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Epigraph:
Now that’s deep.
Pope Ad. On Social
Pope Leo, Defender of the Faith
“Wow… My Pope Leo
Not Catholic, yet I behold the Pope of the Ages…
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