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Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Nonsensical & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #259

their precious faces
and nonsensical babbles
sheer joy in their eyes
ah, the memories of those days
bring a smile to my face

the poopy diapers
siblings fighting
snot-filled noses
hours upon hours of crying
not so much

each year brought new challenges
as milestones were reached and lessons were learned
and just when my last nerve was plucked
growth occurred
i uttered a sigh of relief

they are grown now
having flown the coop
to fashion their lives as they see fit
it’s satisfying to know
i got two things right

Person A: How many children do you have?
Person B: Biological, spiritual, emotional, or legal?

Person A (let’s call her Alice) worked for The Child Welfare League of America (CWLA) which is the oldest national organization serving vulnerable children, youth, and their families and she received a complaint that Person B (let’s call her Barbara) who had many different types of children under her care, may not have had their best interests in mind.  Barbara was a sarcastic person and she saw the world differently than most other people, so she answered Alice’s question with her own question.  Barbara was a hippie and she had seven biological children and none of them had the same father and many of them she had no idea who the biological father was.  Barbara believed in free love, but she was married twice, and both of her marriages produced offspring, but that may not have…

one of these days
i’d be dancing the streets
and without a care
spin myself around
with the blowing wind
have the rain be
my dazzling confetti
tickling my feet
let the sun peak, glimpse
my on the spot performance
laughter is probably what i hear
the music of my uncoordinated
one, two step reluctance
and when they give
the spotlight to me
i’d porbably sing
half of the song
mostly out of tune
but who would mind
when your hand is already in mine
chaos already started
the leaves rustled
the sun dimmed down
my senses went wild
grasping the very last piece
of what my sanity is
like a psychedelic concerto
of light bulbs shattering
flowers blooming
strings snapping at the fast paced
tempo of the conductor
with a blasted hammer of Thor
the cymbals and the triangle
these are all nonsensical
unappealing, never pleasing
a dismantled organism

I have written on this topic before, more than twice. I’ve used two posts from my past and edited them to fit this prompt.

Prompt for RXC # 259;

“Think about how your being, your thoughts multiply in the universe. Write about your children and how do they make you happy. Mull over what else can you acquire or create to leave a legacy.

Do you want to be remembered after you’re gone and how?”

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Cast adrift on a moonless night

The ship sails on sea that is calm

Seeking quiet and solitude I stand here

Thinking how my life is dependent

On those who are a constant in my world

If……

One day I was not here anymore

Would my obituary be read with sadness

Or with a feeling of relief

Would I like them to be sad, missing me

Or will I leave them relieved…

Wolves

wolves in sheep’s shield
harmless but really wild
once power is upon them
votes casted in mayhem
dirty politics that’s what it is.

ballots have been closed
votes have been counted
these wolves are waiting
to shed their sheep’s shield
and to completely devour
victims anytime around.

it’s time to unite and be one
clean up the political cesspool
that has been humanity’s
greatest enemy,
forging division
instead of unity,
defiance over obedience,
oppression instead of justice.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #258

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #258

CESSPOOL

One of my greatest fears is

What if

The people get used to the stench

thecesspool of all the vices

isspreading

What if

intheir desperation

theystart to follow

whenyou can’t fight them, join them

andstart enjoying as much as

theinhabitants of the cesspool

What if

theylose

theirconfidence

theirethics

andtheir will to

standagainst injustice

andtheir fight

I’m not sure why I rejoined the cesspool of Twitter in January 2022, perhaps it was boredom, or trying to keep up to date on world politics. If Twitter can be counted as a go-to source for that activity. I originally joined for the first time back in 2018, but the Twitter logo of the bluebird of happiness quickly changed to a devouring vulture, and having never experienced the nature of trolling it was quite a shock to the system. So I left after two years.

So now I am back with 353 followers, while I follow 249. I always follow back after reviewing the follower’s bio and a sample of their tweets, so you may wonder about the 104 discrepancies between my followers and the people I follow. This 30% discrepancy is accounted for by the number of…

For today’s poem, my last one of the week, I’ve amalgamated 2 prompts! One from Reena’s Xploration Challenge: CESSPOOL & the other being Ragtag Daily Prompt’s word for Saturday: FROSTY. Below lies my contribution. 👇👇 Hope ye enjoy the read

The foul; rancid stench of excrement, dripping from him as Frank emerged from his nightly job cleaning the city’s enormous cesspool, filthy; smelly yet strangely satisfied. The pungent odour emanating from his body permeated the cold; early morning air. He walked home quickly @ 5am for fear anyone would see him or worse still…. Smell him.

It was in stark contrast to the frosty reception of his family when he told them of his new employment. They’d alienated him, disowned him completely! Told him they wanted nothing more to do with him, even going so far as to cut off his inheritance and cross over to the…

Lucky lotus ...happy with muddy feet

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Mindfills for Reena’s Exploration challenge ~ cesspool; shweta’s six word story ~ luck; Cee’s FOTD

The herd
stronger together
one identity
one way
but death prowls this walking feast

Alone
A predator forged through struggle
Chance is rare and often fatal
when death throws scraps
to watch strong devour weak

The human being is a cocktail of animal instincts
we are nature’s experiment on choice
wading a cesspool of feral proclivities
where evils seduce
but good will not be silenced.

In the herd we embrace belonging
In the pack we hone the skills to survive

Alone we long to wander,
but home always calls to us

they say strength seeks to dominate
yet many strive to uplift

Our journeys may be solo
but we often crave companionship
To share joys and dilute despairs
For just like misery
happiness too, loves company

this cocktail of instinct holds a predator with the will to survive and conquer
these everglades of choice contains the herd where harmony…