FIREFLIES IN THE NIGHT SKY

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Bring the Magic of Fireflies Back Home Again | Natural Resources Council of  Maine

I peek through the window
And see beautiful fireflies
In the darkness of night’

And wandering fireflies in the night sky

They bought lovely light
In the darkness of night
They remove my fright
Of haunting ghosts and dark

I tried catching them
With my hands
But they are as fast as planes
Or train in a rail

And roaming fireflies in the night sky

As shiny as diamonds
So Lavishing looking fireflies
And shiny little lighters
Because they are night natural street lights

And wonderful fireflies in the night sky

Full of Joy
And happiness
Makes me feel sleep
….. Good night

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Julianna

Julianna …by Ami

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By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #216

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/

You need to imagine this as a character in a story plot, and write about her.

• Give her a name.

• Mention the geography she lives in.

• What could be her temperament?

• Is she prone to melancholy, or is she faking it to fool someone?

• Is there someone she is thinking about?

• Where could she go next from here?

Julianna huddled against the cold brick of the derelict building. She would not cry, she never cried. She was a professional. She was trained by the most prestigious and high ranking military faction in her home country, Russia.

She believed in her country. She believed in her government. She believed they had the best interest of her people at heart. She had believed it. Now, she it knew it had all been a lie. Everything she had…

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Post-Coital Dysphoria

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Morning after guilt set in for Joni, as she went all the way with her boyfriend last night, probably because she was always taught to view sex as a bad thing.  She had just moved to the big city after living her whole life in a rural community and she wanted to fit in with the new crowd of friends that she was hanging out with now.  All the other girls had done it, but Joni was raised in conservative Catholic home and the furthest she ever went before was touching with her clothes on, but she didn’t think that was going to fly with her new group of friends.  Her boyfriend David was more lustful and eager than she was, as Joni was hesitant, and she did this to accommodate him rather than with enthusiasm.  This peer pressure came from her friends who were constantly saying that sex is cool…

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Permanent #Poetry

Permanent #Poetry ….by Jane Aguiar

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Three
college friends
lost under the weight
of work
came together in an

unknowable way.

So meeting
each other
was incredible
and unfamiliar
but
their love
for each other
was boundless

and unexplainable.

All three
were invited
for the carnival parade
as judges.

After the meeting,
some memories
of college
came to light.
There was a lot of laughter

and some gossip.

They had learned
the hard lessons
of life
and were relieved
to learn them.
They knew
that everything
was fleeting

and that nothing was permanent.

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to:

Reena’s xploration Challenge

What Do You See – Sadje

Thank you for reading.

Stay Blessed 💞

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #215/ Unknowable, Unexplainable

Indira’s contribution to Xploration Challenge #215

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Prompt#215

The words to lead your piece for this week are

  1. unknowable
  2. unexplainable

When the shoe pinches

Pain

and

discomfort

is

unknowable

to

others, 

and 

unexplainable

too

as

the

wearer

only

knows

where the shoe pinches

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Iconoclast Offspring

Iconoclast Offspring ….by Ami

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By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

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I was raised in an extremely strict household. Literally, children were to be seen and never heard. Children did not speak at the table, and so forth.

When my children entered the world, I vowed they would have the freedoms I never had. Freedom to explore their surroundings, to learn about themselves and to question authority, respectfully of course, when a task, request or command felt wrong. Not to just bow down to the “because I said so” mentality I grew up with, without explanation of why.

I’m sure most if not every parent who is reading this, is now rolling their eyes and have predicted the outcome of my very noble endeavors, correctly. I raised, unknowingly, naively even; iconoclast children. Rebel mongers. Rule breakers. Social outcasts.

Yet, I can not say I am sorry. My children know themselves, really know themselves…

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Iconoclasm

Iconoclasm…by Artie & Stu

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The earth has moved
227 billion miles since
Galileo’s judgement of guilt
for moving the earth.
We compose, aspire, plan, pay respect
for iconoclasts breaking from ordained belief
seeking truth; at least, perhaps eventually…

Another week with Reena’s Challenging Challenges!

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So No One Told Me

So no one told me ….by Mich

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So No One Told Me

so no one told me it would feel this way
unexplainable in so many beautiful ways
my mind is trying to make sense how this is
my heart is celebrating “it’s wonderful” it says

so no one told me it’s magical beyond magic
unknowable, impossible even through logic
my senses are feasting over delightful sight
of you beside me as i see the first ray of sunlight

so no one told me how it would feel this way
just you beside me is breathtaking i swear i say
i could trade anything in the world for you
to be where you are anywhere my boo

so no one told me it would feel this way
but thanks to you i knew it now anyway

The words to lead your piece for this week are

• unknowable

• unexplainable

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A reader’s dilemma!

Deeksha Bhardwaj's avatarRuminative Philomath

The abundance of books,
Judges me as I look,
For the next book to read,

As if the choices are none,
They laugh as I twist and turn,

Kept aside on the shelf,
They yell to be picked up,
For it’s been too long,
That they’ve been kept in lock-up,

“Why are you standing there like a fool?”
“Just pick me up, I’m the best option to choose!”
They say, I assume,
As I struggle,
To select just one book,

It feels like a closet story,
Too many books exist,
But none is there to read,
The number keeps increasing,
And the confusion, unceasing,

Try as much as I can,
This cycle will never end,
But that’s the beauty in it,
An everlasting game of tricks,
To not know what to read,
Yet add new ones in your,
TO BE READ!


Written for mythsofthemirror.com challenge: Write a story or a…

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