Engage your passion which has stopped
Reignite your voice with a prompt
Procrastination has you locked
Burn down to ashes this writer’s block
Make your words aflame once more
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Thanks to Patricia’s Place and her In Other Words challenge
It was first considered odd to mix jelly with peanut butter
Now, no one can mention one without saying the other
Abbot was once a stranger to a man named Costello
Then their names became one in recalling these two funny fellows
Cowboys and Indians are often portrayed having an ongoing feud
Yet, The Lone Ranger and Tonto proved to be the closest of dudes
Can one sing some songs without including both verses?
Try crooning “friendship” that way in making it sound worse
There once was a time when these pairs were single to me and you
Today we can’t imagine splitting up the dynamics of these destined duos
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Written for the April Writing Prompt – Dynamics of destined duos – day 29/30
She cries again
Her vow broken
Eternal scars
Disconnect to accelerate
Then, true bliss accepted her vulnerable beauty
Love’s tears returned
(21 words)
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Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox at Sammiscribbles: Vulnerable in exactly 21 words.
Sometimes pain on her page
Jilted wants, ignited rage
She posts of hearts often shattered
Spoken vows that no longer matter
I cry upon reading her words
Never verbal but still get heard
Perhaps her past bled this ink
Or current lies that’s made her think
This poet knows love in all of its infinite roles
Connecting with us from the depths of her writer’s soul
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With fond dedication to the talent over at A Writer’s Soul blog.
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He woke up to her wall
Cold and clear in its structure
A night of opnions provided the material
Built from his words
Now, he is blocked out
Wounded by isolation
He needs to reconnect
Break through with insight
She awaits his attempt
That recognition of regret
With clarity he chips away
The impenetrable now accessible
Their embrace reconstructs their love
Lives awakened in deepest sleep
Her stories take ongoing forms
Scenes in slumber
The creating dreams play once again
A lifetime in seconds
Is it her past repeated?
Present moments perhaps mirrored
Or a world visible to her mind alone
Stories with no ends
An ongoing flow of questions
A process of breathing
The passion of her writing never rests
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This was written in response to The Hunted Wordsmith’s prompt
The villagers cheered as he rode in on his horse
King Philip had come home from the Nordic wars
Trumpets blared out, flowers were thrown
They did love this man who sat on their throne
Men were in awe of his strength through ascension
Women would fight for any of his attention
He ruled over these people with the noblest heart
Protecting them from evil before it would start
This land was quite prosperous under his rule
Unfortunately, none of this was actually true
King Philip was really just Phil in a hospital bed
Under observation for all the fantasies in his head
There was no happy kingdom free of all sadness
It was all just a figment of Phil’s delusional madness
Christmas arrived as a far different reality
Nothing at all from foretold yule fantasies
There was no pristine white snow that fell from the clouds
No twinkling icicles dripping down towards the ground
There were indeed promised presents delivered by dawn
But, not by a character who had been fake all along
It was people who bought all the stuff to be given out
No elves in a workshop or flying reindeers in clouds
Children were lit up with smiles from ear and ear
Oblivious to the debt that their parent’s will be in for years
In a matter of hours the yuletide dream would slowly fade
The aftermath of it’s excess now all had to be thrown away
He stops by that place again
The pretending past
Smiles during misery
His reality skewed to her liking
Slob unfit for supper
Failure as father
A giant of a man reduced to crumbs
Just how she wanted him
Those days, her thoughts
He believed it daily
Questioning nothing vomited on him
Accepting this as the suburban normal
The mirrors reminded him
A definition of failure echoed back
Pathetic perceptions that exist no more
His path today reflects merely the scars of a survivor
An image of worth that he now creates to replace who he once was
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December Writing Prompt- A mirror image of who he once was -Day 2/31
A fight for an octagon ends
Tatterd backpacks
Shattered windshield
The blood will now speak on their behalf
Voices of voters had been cried out weekly
The Council of suits feigned concern
Hidden lies to appease were spewed
Promise of action, peace for parents
Bureaucrats sloth gum up the works
Double-time pay eliminates mortality
The corner awaited its destiny
A town meets for different reasons today
Eulogies of venom
Voided victories are what residents were fed
Caskets of callousness is all that they have left
November Writing Prompt- Voided Victories – Day 29/30
The seed was planted within you
Buried deep in your soul
Nurtured by fertilizer
A fruit that will grow strong throughout your garden
When its time, you’ll rip it out
Stare at what its become
Season the taste of it’s core
Acknowledge its potency
Then contain this growth in your chosen vessel
You can take from it whenever you want
A sprout that empowers your being
It’s final flavor is only yours to prepare
Nourish your rage
No matter how his world was, the man just couldn’t be happy
Always looking at life and thinking it was crappy
He complained about stuff in so many ways
Seeing gray skies on the bluest of days
Always forcing a smile when he wanted to cry
Telling everyone that “life was good” which he really felt was a lie
The funny thing here was that this was all a deception
For everything he saw was his own warped perception
His actual life was not bad upon second glances
It was his negative opinions that made bad circumstances
Along came a lady with an opposite outlook
Her viewpoints on things were from a more positive book
These two different people begin dating which friends considered quite strange
Then again they weren’t aware of the man’s sudden new attitude change
Being in love made him realize that his demeaner had to go
He started dealing with things in a more postive flow
This event that’s his life is one in which he now frequently applauds
Instead of him thinking “life sucks” which was actually quite fraud
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