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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #257 & Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt – Dappled

behind bars from crime
convict’s records dappled with blight
some fight for freedom

once upon a time in a land far away
there were three hooded villains that had no place to stay
They walked all day and night to find something to do
They wandered the open fields and busy cities too.

Then all of a sudden the wind began to blow
The temperature was dropping and it began to snow
They headed for a cave to stay calm, warm, and dry
When the biggest of the three of them just began to cry

He said he didn’t like this, the running and the cold
He said his back was aching, that he was getting old
He wanted to go back home where he could rest his head
but in the morning when they woke the poor guy was dead.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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The three brothers Jerry, John and Joseph were all sentenced to 20 years in prison for smuggling drugs in from Mexico.  The triplets were cursed from birth, doomed to a life of crime, being poorly educated, and living in poverty.  Their dad disappeared when they were young and shortly after their mom was put behind bars for credit card fraud, so they became victims of the flawed foster care system having to deal with multiple guardians, advocates, social workers, courts and all the other BS.  Some of their foster parents were abusive and they felt unwanted and struggled with many other issues.  They decided that they would stick together, no matter what trouble they faced and anything that happened to them, just made their bond much stronger.

Joseph wanted to make something out of himself while he was incarcerated as he thought there was a high likelihood that he would…

Both eyes and minds should be open

If we want to get anywhere in life

Put a lock on free thinking and you’ll stay stagnant

Close your eyes and you’ll literally be blind

If you are blessed with a mind capable of thinking

Don’t cripple it’s abilities by wearing a cap of darkness over it

If your eyes are functioning properly, why pretend to be blind

How we go through life, what we achieve here

Depends wholly on our attitude throughout our time on earth

Never waste the opportunities that come your way

Or close the doors life/ fate opens for you!

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Written in response to; RXC PROMPT #257, hosted by Reena

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desperate prayers
God is under pressure now
to show existence

water becomes ice
ice melts and becomes water
it’s reversible
water turns into the steam
steam turns back into water

silvery white silk
profuse feathers on the back
are you an angel?

Copyright ©️ 2022 Jane Aguiar

Pic credit: Media storehouse

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Written in response to:

what-do-you-see-160- by Sadje

Reenas-xploration-challenge-256 by Reena

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Stay Blessed! 💞

it is true
it is the poet
that is the prophet
able to see more than
just the outside appearances
unfazed by the outside world
he goes way beyond
what the senses can grasp
conjuring up magnanimous
visions and possibilities
probabilities groomed
to their existence
a poet will never see
reality as it is
having beauty
to always triumph
than giving rise to evil
it is the poet
who lets us see
peace in an ongoing madness
life in every decay
a delicious fruit
after a sapless flower
clean rivers and streams
after the passing of a storm
who dares not marvel
a poet’s mind
who writes not about now
but the brilliance of tomorrow
with the majesty of hope
and the nobility of faith
the pages of life rewritten
to be filled with sparks of light
only experiencing magic
in the dullest days
of our daily existence.

Reena’s Xploration…

Words fail to express certain feelings Try as they might words fail to cover the emotional range of a human heart How would it feel like when you can finally draw a breath after holding your breath for far too long, How would it feel like when you are treated to delicious food after having starved for far too long How would it feel like when hope and light return to your life after being engulfed by the dark for far too long How would it feel like when you can take a refreshing sip of water after feeling parched for far too long How would it feel like when you feel the comforting embrace of cool air after being subjected to the wrath of the sun How would it feel like when you finally feel genuine laughter crack your mask open after being reined in for far too long…

The devil appeared in the form of Mrs. McKenzie, at least that’s how it appeared to Father Lassiter, as he eyed the goodies on show, and felt his appetite quicken.

“Mrs. McKenzie, may I remind you that we are in the Advent Season, and this should be a time of fasting as we await the birth of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.”

Mrs. McKenzie, as plump and round and as sweet inside as her mince pies, replied ” Save the fasting for Lent, Father, Advent is a time of rejoicing for the babe to be reborn in us all. I will not contemplate the suffering of Christ at Advent, for this is not a season of suffering but joyfulness.”

Mrs. McKenzie had worked as a cook and housekeeper for thirty years, caring for four Carmelite Religious, who in turn cared for…