General

Leda was the daughter of Thestios, the King of Pleuron and the wife of Tyndareus king of Sparta and her name means happy.  Zeus was the God of the sky and thunder and also the ruler of Mount Olympus and although he was married to his sister Hera, he had easy access to the women of the world and he took full advantage of it.  Hera was his fourth wife after being married to Metis (mother of Athena who Zeus swallowed so Athena popped out of Zeus’s head), then Themis (mother of the Fates and the Seasons) and Mnemosyne (mother of Muses).  Zeus was very promiscuous.  He had a powerful imagination and most of his affairs were with willing participants, but he also sank to trickery and disguise to seduce them.  Zeus constantly cheats on his wife, sexually assaulting various humans and finding strange new ways to procreate.  Only the Greeks could make up…

We have a picture prompt this week.

Finding themselves lost in the forest for a week, the desperately hungry and tired wanderers-possibly the only two survivors of a world-wide apocalypse- searched for sustenance.
Ralph and Jeanette were complete strangers saved by happenstance… or maybe divine intervention? They’d briefly heard the sirens when everything was engulfed in a blinding white light. BOOM!
However they’d gotten to the pristine natural setting in what seemed to be an enchanted forest, they were confident they’d never know. All they knew, after patting themselves from head-to-toe was that they each were uninjured and alone.
But shortly after their effervescent celebration of life, Ralph’s realization of their grim chances for long-term survival, made him determined and sober.
Jeanette was still dressed in designer clothes and decorated in lavish jewelry while Ralph luckily wore his many-pocketed work overalls that held a lighter and a few cutting tools.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #274

PROMPT #274

It is a theme prompt this week.

Being in charge of hell….

POWER

Being in charge of hell
Exposed worst hidden inside
Power corrupts more

Heartbreak’s Ordeal

let me go crazy as hell
no one could come and tell
i spit fire then i could yell
damn, i’ll burn you down i swear.

i played along with my spell
heartbreak made me wild as hell
like Maleficent’s ordeal
damn, i’ll crush you hard beware.

i, being in charge of hell
victory is mine i could smell
i will welcome you to hell
damn, i’ll hurt you that’s for sure.

For Val’s NPM

Looking at Nonce Forms for NPM

Prompt 2.

Melinda’s Whimsyby saintvi – a poem of 3 quatrains (4 line stanzas) where the rhyme is A/a/a/b, a/A/a/b, a/a/A/b where A indicated the same end word. The meter is iambic trimeter for L1-L3 with L4 having 7 syllables. BONUS: Include a whimsical creature.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Being in charge of hell…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #274

a peaceful lake
unknown magical ripple
calms blue skies above

power in my hands
being the incharge of hell
Goddess of the skulls

Copyright ©️ 2023 Jane Aguiar

Pic credit: Barsha Rani

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new2writing.wordpress.com/2023/04/03/tile-tales-sisters by KL caley

Thank you for reading!

Stay blessed always! 💞

frozen in time, the leaves dry out,
layer upon layer , they rot,
gossamer memory webs out,
frozen in time, the leaves dry out,
domes of despair, they dance about,
charge of devilish hell that’s fraught,
frozen in time, the leaves dry out,
layer upon layer , they rot.

Poetry form ( Triolet :- “A triolet is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetrameter (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. There is a tight rhyme scheme — ABaAabAB.)

Disclaimer :- I don’t know if I got iambic tetrameter correct though, any online tools to help me learn, would be helpful .

Notes :- If we hold on to unpleasant…

From Reena it’s a theme prompt this week.

Being in charge of hell….

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It was her first day at her job

She felt that this was unbearable

Discipline was just a dream

Floating in the subconsciousness

Her voice was a mere croak

As she had talked non-stop since morning

When thirty kids were all complaining

Fighting and bickering among themselves

Their yelling was deafening, ear-piercing

She never imagined being a kindergarten teacher

Was like being in charge of a mini hell

Hell couldn’t be worse than this classroom

Maybe it will get better with time?

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Written in response to; RXC- Prompt #274, hosted by Reena

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