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Mirage
The image that stares back at her is not too flattering. Maybe the camera on her device is harsh. Sadly, only Zoom offers filters. She wonders what people see when they look at her - the image she sees in the mirror or the one that appears on screen. The mirror is kinder. They’ve been … Continue reading Mirage
Destinations
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Lull
I can hear dry leaves rustling outside, but overall it has been a rather quiet season. Astrologers convince people to suffer silently, as Mars and Jupiter are in retrograde motion. There’s hope at the end of the tunnel as they say, but spring is still a season away. News channels are abuzz with political conflict … Continue reading Lull
The Widow
The chosen form is Anaduo Any number of sestetsSyllalbic 11/11/8/11/11/8Meter: All lines are acephalous anapesticRhyme Scheme: aabccb widows mourn in black; or so the whole world knowsin the folds of darkness is her future thrownher indifference peeves the world strong-headed, uncaring she's made out to bein her moment of grief, un-bended stands sheher gray scarf makes a … Continue reading The Widow
Guilt
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The nature of Freedom #RXC
The nature of freedom …. By Jude Itakali
Disclaimer: The thoughts below are not meant to offend and are open to criticism and debate.
Sometimes I ponder freedom as a concept. I watch both its chosen and self-proclaimed disciples. Those that want it, those that need it, and those who have been better off without it.
What does the blood of conquerors do with freedom, but to wreak havoc upon all others.
In a land of many tribes with many languages, and many beliefs, will choice represent freedom, or will it bring anarchy?
Can anyone hold the patent to what freedom should be?
Should anyone impose their way upon another?
The ways of this world
evolve with changing knowledge
But the cores are wise
they have stood the test of time
Identities set in stone
Is freedom a thing like Death, profound and meant for all?
And if it is like death, then the way we perceive it…
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Locked Up (Blitz Poem)
Locked up —- a blitz poem — by Michelle Ayon Navajas
Locked Up
locked up and caged
locked up and broken
broken like little mice
broken little lives
lives played
lives ruined
ruined for entertainment
ruined for fun
fun and amusement
fun and recreation
recreation or past time
recreation or abuse
abuse for life
abuse for nature’s gift
gift given
gift bestowed
bestowed by God
bestowed for humanity
humanity destroying
humanity playing
playing God
playing a fool
fool to believe
fool to castigate
castigate when wrong
castigate when disobedient
disobedient to authority
disobedient to tyranny
tyranny and bigotry
tyranny and oppression
oppression and persecution
oppression and despotism
despotism over democracy
despotism over freedom
freedom of speech
freedom of fear
fear from persecution
fear from execution
execution without just trial
execution without fair judgement
judgement call
judgement eye
eye for truth
eye for justice
justice delayed
justice denied
denied and banned
denied and forsaken
forsaken by humanity
forsaken by fate
fate
humanity
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KEY TO FREEDOM – Reena’s Xploration Challenge #257
Key to Freedom …. by Ken Hume
THE KEY TO FREEDOM
Locked up again
Incarcerated
And behind bars
An unwelcome case of deja vu
These orange jumpsuits
And cold concrete surroundings
Were becoming all too familiar
Jason put up his feet
Sat back & closed his eyes
Like he was at home
Like…
This was the best he could hope for.
Ron leaned forward
(Hands resting on his lap)
With a glum; angry expression
On his furrowed brow.
The doors of their minds locked,
Like their bodies
Resistant to change
Incapable of breaking free
Chronically unable
To live a different kind of life.
Chris, however
Open book in his hand
Appeared content: determined
Smug almost
And completely engrossed
In his reading material
Until his eyes fixed
On one particular quote
Then it seemed like
A light bulb came on
And the lock opened
He suddenly realised
What he needed to do
To be free.
Should you wish…
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Remember
Remember …
By Roshni
Remember the days that flew by,
veiled in truths, lies, smiles, and goodbyes.
But, amid life’s charms, you live by
Remember the days that flew by,
of regrets, yet tough to bid bye,
whispering to be wise at times…
Remember the days that flew by,
Veiled in truths, lies, smiles, and goodbyes.
This triolet is written in response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #256
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