General

Leaning too far right makes them maniacal
everything is either black or white
they are impervious to the greys
with scant regard for inclusivity.

Their brain goes through a change that is chemical
irreversible is the damage done
common sense it, for sure, waylays
replacing it with typical perversity.

Quizzical looks don’t affect their hides political
they brand others as anti-state
erratic, jumbled and bitter their ways
what do they know of diversity!

lackadaisical in work but their beliefs fanatical
with them around doomsday is neigh and everyone pays.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Björn, has invited us to try our hand at a new poetic form bref double. The rhyme scheme can be

axbc-axbc-axbc-ab
abxc-abxc-abxc-ab

I have followed the former. Check the site for more details.

I have used words from Jane’s random word generator.

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #255 &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Transcending

they called her an evil woman
yet her transcending beauty drew me in
red, fiery locks promising danger
her spikey halo protecting her power

remember what will happen
should you cross me

slowly she lifts the box to reveal the skull
of the man who dared to lay claim to her

remember that i am stronger

Venom Sedative better known as Poison Sumac is a seductress just like her sister the genius scientist and meta-human Dr. Pamela Isley, who we all know as Poison Ivy.  If somebody refuses to do her bidding, she will give them a rash that will last as long as three weeks.  Unlike her sister, Poison Sumac was not a meta-human, she was a witch of trouble in electric blue and in her own mad mind she would be in love with you.  She had some kind of demon messing in the glue and if you don’t watch out it’ll stick to you.  She has raven hair and ruby lips; the moon is in her eyes and sparks are flying from her fingertips.  She was practiced at the art of deception; you could tell by her blood-stained hands and that box that she always carried around with the skull inside of it. …

Photo prompt.

Image credit: Noel Nichols on Unsplash

The “Crimsons” had built their civilization on a yet to be mapped chain of tropical islands and it had thrived for more than 4 centuries.
Their relative isolation from the rest of the planet produced their most striking physical trait for although their skin tones varied, their hair was universally undeniably flaming red.
As legends evolve from partial truths, they had come to recently attribute their happiness and success more or less directly to this part of their appearance and now that once infrequent explorers happened upon them and had given them their current superficial name, they were embracing it more and more.
They were, by all standards, happily and productively ‘primitive’. Their children were raised by small community ‘parental pods’ each of which shared an identical cultural pride and common ‘spirit’ but this was incrementally starting to include a subtext of…

Written in response tohttps://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/11/03/reenas-xploration-challenge-255/

Opposite me, with a haunted expression, she opened her suitcase.

All I could think of was ”poor Yorick”, I knew that person very well. It didn’t look like she caught the joke, and just stood there, silently, making my gaze drift to the skull’s evil smirk.

‘Can I help you?’ Finally, I found my voice.

‘More to the point, can I help you?’ She spoke with an edge to her tone. ‘I’m here to warn you, change your ways. Listen to your inner voice and be the better person. Your task, should you choose to ignore it, will be leaving you without purpose.’

I looked around the corner, wondering if my little brother was playing a joke on me – his pranks were getting out of hand. I wasn’t convinced by the skull, plastic, more than bone, he had some weird friends of late.

‘What do…

{Denise gracefully hosts Six Sentence Stories, where writers unleash their magic under one simple rule: in no more or no less than 6 sentences.
This week’s prompt word is : ENERGY }

Image credit: Noel Nichols on Unsplash

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I had always imagined the devil to be a crafty man, but I was mistaken. Now looking at this alluring woman I can see why so many people fall off the straight and the narrow.

With an inviting half-smile on her face, carelessly holding the bones of her victims in her wooden box, she is deceptively calm. Come here, her glance says, there’s nothing to be afraid of.

Who would resist her invitation?

Only those with eyes wide open, and a heart entrenched in innocence can resist the allure of the she-devil. You too be careful of her well-concealed traps and look deep behind that deceptive mask and be very aware!

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Written in response to RXC # 255, hosted by Reena

#Keepitalive

#RXC

loyal! trustworthy!
keeps all the money

cut! let’s redo

compassionate, adoring!
stabs you in the back

cut! one more time

faithful, skillful!
serves all the people!

ok, doing good!

takes the tax money
and runs with a honey
because he’s aaaaaa
POLITICO!

cut! i can’t release this
let’s all go home
that’s a rap.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #254

©A.max Nov 3, 2022

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #254

They voted for the politico

For he promised to scrap corruption

But once in total power

Amnesiac, he becomes

Now his second name is corruption

Dog Eats Dog

there’s no such thing as evil or good
in the outlandish world of tragic politics
you could start with all the good in your heart
but pressure to be part of the game will start
the minute you takes oath and swear to be of service.

for its a “dog eats dog” crazy game
you gonna play it well in order to survive
if you play the hero you will be the villain
in the eye of your colleagues who’ve been
on the game way before you came.

is there a way to end this cycle?
you may probably wonder
i too wondered for years and years
i even went on out of the streets
for a call for change and unity.

little did i know i waisted my youth
joining a cause that never was meant
to see the new light onced promised
the ideologies endocrinated…