Bare feet bruised by pebbles bloodless pain painless blood strewn on pathways -meaningless milestones -rocky obstructions -tiny stones puncture fast-moving wheels Each one has stories to tell describe their personal hell I just took too long to listen to write hurt in red https://dversepoets.com/2021/10/04/quadrille-137-throwing-poem-stones/
As I walked through the streets…
I see people with contention, resignation, and contempt
I see poverty, the struggles, the tussles
I see pride, anger and foolishness
I see the hurt, and the love
I see the happy, and the sad
I see the hopeful and the grumpy
I see sadness, I see joy
I see the brokenhearted,
I see hope
I see humans survive and animals thrive
I see the ripple effects of the pasts
I see the simplemindedness of the people
I see the greed of the elite
I see the souls of the humble
I see the emptiness of the arrogant
I see the ignorance of the society
I see the exploitations of the enlightened
I see the misdirection of the young
I see the futility in the counsel of the wise
I see the groanings of the old
I see the ease amongst the children
I…
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I don’t know why this awakens deep seated fears time machines taking off to lifetimes lived before or those that exist, but yet to come to the fore It un-grounds me with no feet, just wings But I’ve never learnt how to fly high I may just float and then fall into bottomless pits between … Continue reading Have wings, can’t fly…
I moved the whole caboodle to a new premise yet bits and pieces lie scattered on deserted floors broken glass with stains of blood sticky particles that defy definition neither carbon or oxygen they just obstruct respiration when I breathe free in my dreams unpacked caboodles release unknown devils strategies to deal with the unfamiliar … Continue reading Caboodles
The Cook ….by VJ Knutson
She’s in the kitchen
cleaning, prepping
sweetness, wishes
to nurture childlike
longings – sugar laden
gifts, honeyed chops
hooks her men with
culinary preciseness –
as legend prescribes
wants a strong, reliable
type to stir her ovaries
keep her dishing up love
Disappointment, like raw egg
drips off china plates –
shame of misadventures
she cannot scrub away
only serves tea now –
the smell of liquor
mingled with cigarettes
in lecherous calloused
hands turns her stomach
avoids the coffee maker
in the same way, despises
the way the bitter brew
makes her head spin –
wits need to be in order
has settled now as hostess
caters to near strangers
whose attention, riveted
by television screens, are
lulled by the rhythmic
sounds of her sanitizing
while stew simmers in pot,
dreams of romance shelved.
(Originally titled “Hatched”, this poem first appeared here in July, 2017. I am submitting…
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Winter flower – a haiku ….by Sangeetha
winter flower wakes
soaked in summer rain shower
having overslept
Cee’s FOTD & reena’s exploration challenge – a stranger in a very strange land & dVerse OLN hosted by ms jade li
Currents ....by Eugenia
Stranger in a strange land…by Sadje
Reena is the host of Reena’s Xploration Challenge
Welcome to the third century of RXC!
PROMPT #201
Just a sentence. I won’t say anything more.
A stranger in a very strange land..
There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap.
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I am A stranger in a very strange land
Lost without a map to guide
There are no signposts no markers
I have to go the wrong way many a times
To find where I really want to go
Making several mistakes before I discover
The right way to do what I want to do
Life is a strange land and I am a stranger
Only by living it that I learn how to
And by that time I am nearing the end
Of this journey, still discovering, still learning
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do you hearamidst all the noisedesperatepleas for loveit makes you rich foreverif you make a move ignore me-it's also a choice-maybe youfind successor yourself in the processWish you all the best! https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/10/01/oh-my-soul-challenge-192/
it rained dreams last night as clouds unleashed fury -angst of cyclones rising vaporising, condensing then disappearing... I don’t know where -Peace reigns everywhere earth recharged by a downpour electricity in air flowers blooming in the sky A medley of colours nameless, formless.... pouring on my dreams to recrystallise new worlds Written for Eugi's Weekly … Continue reading Cyclones
