He did this in the last stages of his terminal illness. It is a strong message that somebody will always watch over me. I will never be free, because a woman is not born with the right to do so. The threshold of the house defines her boundary lines, and it is her job to … Continue reading Subdued
The Real Me …. by hecblogger
foggy old mirror
serves me an ultimatum
self or a selfie
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 117
I bare my soul watch tempers flare buried emotions rise breathing for air it is a deal fair and square they are welcome but in a pair I need to see a mind and soul with bodies- to see an integrated whole yet they yell and pull me down for being traitor … Continue reading Aggression
Shut those dogs up ….. by Jim Adams
Jerry got his BB gun out and fired a shot that hit one of the dogs. It yelped and then he shot the other dog and they finally settled down. His wife Karen said, “I hope that you didn’t hurt them, but I am glad that you got them to quiet down. I have to be at the hospital in another three hours and I am hoping to get another two more hours of sleep.” Karen knew that Jerry did not hurt the dogs as he was an expert marksman, capable of shooting a flee off of the dogs, as he was raised in West Virginia and as a boy he spent his entire day hunting squirrels. Jerry said that the only way he was going to be able to get back to sleep after all of that barking was if they made love.
Karen knew that Jerry was also…
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Did you come for me that night? my dreams carried me imagination took flight towers, billboards - and my name up in neon lights waking up in a different world I found fame, but lost my voice I choked on borrowed words only said things that sounded nice I hurt sidewalks with pointed heels feeling … Continue reading A chosen life
He turned back for the last time to look at the pretty, but forlorn face. This is the girl he had gagged and carried inside the threshold of this dingy room. She stayed behind, because she identified with his cause. She looked after him, and protected him from the police as long as she could. … Continue reading Unnamed
You don’t know the real me …. by Lady Lee
You don’t know the real me
Just what I project
In me I cry in plea
People don’t expect
Just what I project
I may look happy but
Really I’m all wreck
And I keep my mouth shut
In me I cry in plea
I zip everything
All these I want to flee
Escape with one wing
People don’t expect
Full of hypocrisy
Won’t even detect
Which makes me so angry*
* Quadrilew
For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #117
Was that really me?
Truth or just a dream?
Passing in the night
Was that really me?
Things not as they seem
Shifts twixt mad and fright
Truth or just a dream?
Altruism; schemed
Followed dark and light
Was that really me?
Chaos taffy sweet
Peace a drifting kite
Truth or just a dream?
Trust and love don’t meet
Pairings doomed to fight
Was that really me?
Floating salty sea
Time of calm alight
Truth or just a dream?
Was that really me?
Reena Saxena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge. Reena says:
Was that really me?
I read a book with this title by Naomi Quenk, and the words have been imprinted on the psyche. You may twist it to:
That’s not me
That can’t be me
Where is the real me?
It is all acceptable.
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba…
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