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Long ago
Read more: Long agoIt built and built, for years and years, The coveted thing, held back by fears Of ruining friendship, of being exposed Of giving in and then everyone knows. But one lonely summer, where beginning had sparked A forbidden act, under stars in the dark Reckless and steamy, selfish and wrong, We gave in to the…
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on the rocks
Read more: on the rocksconsumed on the rocks when sun sets on Georgian Bayutopia is Written for Bloganuary prompt 31: Where is the best place to watch a sunset near you?
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Munsch
Read more: Munschrare beginner’s mind formula uncrackable love you forever Written for Bloganuary prompt 21: Who is your favourite author and why?
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This old house
Read more: This old houseWhen you live in a train station, built in 1875, there’s always a lot to do, but things don’t always jive. What irritates me most, aside from lack of storage, are the beautiful original windows, causing a heat shortage… The wind whistles through, like a train on the tracks, and our money for heat… slips…
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Just one?
Read more: Just one?How very lucky am I That as hard as I try I cannot narrowly say There’s been one happiest day Written for Bloganuary prompt 17: What is the happiest day of your life?
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On a wish
Read more: On a wishpreferred travel mode — through dark skies, “A shooting star!” and your wish takes flight Written for Bloganuary prompt 14: What is your preferred mode of travel?
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A gift from a student
Read more: A gift from a studentThe most memorable gift I’ve received, With best intentions is what I believed… I opened the bag, Thought, It must be a gag! Acne soap from a student? Indeed! Written for Bloganuary prompt 9: What is the most memorable gift you’ve received?
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The Show
Read more: The ShowNew to the school, fish had only heard rumours, A show so surreal, its legend had moved her. Sun’s rays disappeared, and they gathered below, Gazing up from the bottom, awaiting the show. First one, then another. “Raindrops,” she was told. Surface collisions, a great sight to behold! But lurking in dark waters just out…
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Why write?
Read more: Why write?writing lucid, inspired a beginning and end because joy is an addiction create Written for Bloganuary prompt 6: Why do you write? Cinquain Poem
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Repair
Read more: RepairRighteousness? This is quite the opposite. Everything has been broken and we are just supposed to Put right what has been shattered? You Admit wrong doings and act like you will fix the Irreversible. Restoration? I call bullshit. Inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of December 17, 2022, repair
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For you my love
Read more: For you my loveHeart electric circulating trust each beat, sounding our story Yours Writing challenge | Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Saturday Mix #Oddquain
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Released
Read more: ReleasedSorrowful, she is no longer. She rose to smash the blow. Held in the hands of her people; She was released, but did not fall. Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Saturday Mix #SSBD
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wing
Read more: wingtype: bird, bug, building, airplane, bat, fish, seed material: feathers, membrane, steel, aluminum, skin, fins, plant location: air, sea, land make: natural, artificial movement: flapping, propelling, unchanging, multi-directional purpose: flight, fashion size: massive, medium, miniscule speed: fast, slow, static number: two, more sometimes: edible Inspired by dVerse ~ Poets Pub Quadrille #164: Winging It
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Not a Ladybug
Read more: Not a LadybugI’m not a lady, and I’m not a bug guy. Away home is where they all tell me to fly… Because here in this garden, I don’t belong – Societal rules, long-established in song. Lady or bug, or go home – what a bad joke; My family is all gone, and my home is in…
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Murder mystery
Read more: Murder mysterydeath at the crime scene enchantress concealing truth witnesses silenced Inspired by Fake Flamenco November 2022 Poetry Challenge
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Tired of tears
Read more: Tired of tearsWas it the moon’s fullness pulling the tide from my eyes? Was it a friend’s betrayal in clever disguise? Was it fatigue from fighting this secret battle? Was it facing truths hidden by man in the saddle? Or was it connecting and love underlying? Maybe a mix – not sure, but I’m so sick of…
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Where are all the humans?
Read more: Where are all the humans?Behind a screen with cameras black. Where are all the humans, Jack? It’s hard to unpack. Circle back. You? ~ Quietly quitting, we’ve got the knack. Changing priorities, Mac. It’s hard to unpack. Circle back. True? ~ Socially awkward, truth out of whack. It’s me, myself, and I, Zack. It’s hard to unpack. Circle back.…
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I have a sordid secret…
Read more: I have a sordid secret…I have a sordid secret, dear reader – dirty, filthy, stained And confessing this to you, dear reader, causes me great pain… It could be that I bite my nails, and pick my nose, and lie. It could be that I’ve robbed a man and made a good friend cry. It could be that I…
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A deep morning kiss
Read more: A deep morning kissA deep morning kiss, without first brushing your teeth – not untenable… Inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 16 October 2022, untenable
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Vulnerable
Read more: VulnerableYou and your kindness. You see me, you know me, but I don’t know you. I don’t know me. What? What is it? Knock. Knock. Knock. Who is that? It. Is. Me….Listen. My chest burns and the tears well. Connection. It’s connection. Why do I…? Shh. Listen. Without control, the vulnerability floods in. Ah. It’s…
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