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Fears
Resfeber
Resfeber ….. by rfljenksy
Resfeber (n.) – Origin: Swedish – Definition: The restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together.
I have had so many people tell me that I have been a very lucky person. I have been lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. I’m lucky that I have a job. I’m lucky that life has gifted me with so many great things. I’m so lucky. LuCk LucKluck!!
This accusation has always confused me. I used to try to argue that point. The point being that luck did not have much to do with who I was, where I was, or really, anything in my life.
What we call luck is the inner man externalized. We make things happen to us. – Robertson Davies
I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the…
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Manufactured truth
Manufactured truth ,….by Punam
A few thousand dead bodies
some floating face up, some face down
they were just some putrid flotsam
why did they make everyone darkly frown?
People running helter and skelter
desperate for a few lungsful of oxygen
they were already gasping for fresh air
pollution killed them, don’t be so high-strung!
Hundreds of corpses piling in the crematorium
night air filled with deep sobs and choking miasma
natural causes kill people too
this country is surely not a burning hell!
Phones and emails hacked at will
anyone who questions the state is its enemy
why raise such a stink over such allegations
the state is the big brother, ’tis not blasphemy!
Lies, fabrication and exaggeration
are peddled in the west in the name of news
there were no deaths, no paucity of facilities
the government puts forth its official views
Trash all the reports and all the data
suspend disbelief…
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A letter from…
“I’ve never been valued for my sake, just used to satisfy your needs. It’s something you lacked in early years, something you’re desperate for, something you wanted as the means to fulfil desires, but did not have. When I came, you wasted me …coz it gave you a sense of power that You Can. It … Continue reading A letter from…
I’ll be right there
Do I need to go the extra mile?Where can I find you online?Maybe you like my profileThere's something to do in quarantine Where can I find you online?I'll be right there where you goThere's something to do in quarantineThere's more in common than we know I'll be right there where you goDo I need to … Continue reading I’ll be right there
Skepticism
Skepticism ….. by Eugenia
garbage in and
garbage out
news, views and
who’s who
scribbles, scrawls and
artsy walls
guffaw guffaw
chaos, drama and
the me too’s
the hefty ante
sweetens the pot
living on the edge
safe or sorry
guffaw guffaw
life’s show and tell
makes one weary
isms here and isms there
phobias a la carte
Mother Earth tired of the world
tis time to edit eternity
guffaw guffaw
Reena’s Xploration Challenge#191
-Eugi
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Seen, but not heard — SacredCircleforWomen
Fiery Females – Seen, but not HEARD I was attending a party hosted by the President of the company my husband worked in, for all newly married couples of the year. Conversation veered around to blood donations, and he mentioned that Blood Group O is the universal receiver. I gently corrected him to say that […]Seen, … Continue reading Seen, but not heard — SacredCircleforWomen
Hometown
The structure of the township has changed. I hope to find an old soul with whom I can reconnect, but they’ve disappeared or changed. Then, I find some of them on social media. Facebook, WhatsApp help us reconnect. There’s a quaint group where everybody reminisces for sometime, and then conversations drop down to inane forwards … Continue reading Hometown
Night Searching
Night Searching …don’t miss this metaphorical brilliance by tiredhamster.
Walking into the dimly-lit narrow
paved within, a cliched thing
bumbles from its crumbling
dark then sways on the broken
walk before me.
Metaphors grope for coherence
among themselves, and words
are guttered with green and brown.
Abandoned phrases smile
with shadows surrounding.
Windows eye each step,
my mind moves beneath
these yellowed mouths of street lamps.
I let the air’s stagnant pulse pull me
again to the alleyway, puddled
with the spittle of cheap rhetoric.
There used to be
uniformed men here, maintaining
their beat, shooting the unmetered
children back into their unsaid dens.
Now creatures teeth the air.
I search the dumpsters and the pockets of peddlers
presenting their tired word choices and bad
enjambments. Why do I let myself
return to the rhythms of this road?
I’m finished with this night. I claw
through the unfinished songs dripping
from balconies, pockets full
of begging, and brush beyond
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Insanity Rumination
Insanity rumination …..by Artie & Stu
Not the first time I admit, ha-ha; I know if you don’t take the meds; staff’ll force you somehow; best to keep quiet; not draw attention; put them under your tongue and pretend swallow; if you object they’ll suspect; we’ll be out soon; or maybe they’ll make me stay; I could give them something to observe; no body belongs here, except maybe that guy; I could throw a chair through the window and run; but where to and who am I talking to inside my head, who is that?
