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Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Haunting & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #204 – Filter

their cries are haunting me
i wish i could filter out
or at least dim the torment
of the wailing
of those not yet pronounced dead
hopefully soon
shrieks reduced to whimpers
then silence
on hallow’s eve

Kids are naive, there is no filter on either their words or thoughts. But as they grow up, they are taught to put filters on their words. They may think things but they should not say what ever is on their minds.

We program our children like we were programmed. Think before you speak is one of the advice frequently given to us and then given by us to the young ones.

Is it right though?

Are we teaching hypocrisy to our kids? We may not like someone but we have to keep our feelings hidden to not offend them. If we blurt out the truth by mistake, we end up in hot water.

Growing up changes us. We lose the naivety and innocence of our childhood and learn tact. We learn to be diplomatic and filter our words before uttering them. We learn that being polite is more important…

One day, the house of the owner of Rooster and Kitty(a female cat) smells like mistress is cooking something delicious.

While playing, Rooster asks Kitty to peek through the kitchen window. Kitty climbs on Rooster’s body and peeks into the kitchen, where she sees Rooster’s wife’s wings in the kitchen. After glancing around, when she sees chicken and potatoes being cooked in a pot, Kitty immediately recognizes what the mistress is cooking.

Rooster’s eyes darken because his wife had just laid nine eggs and his plan was to give life to all nine eggs. She was going to sit on eggs, but something different happened here.

Another bad thing happens, the owner thinks of making mixed fried rice as a guest will come to the house.The mistress picks up an egg, and when she touches it, the egg becomes frightened.

The one who is stupid becomes overwhelmed, when he sees…

firmly facing frills or thrills 
with wicked humour
always all out of sorts
but in together
building walls, worlds and wonder
yet they fly free
my insane sorority 
my girls,my legion


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Mindfills of s.s for Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt – legion in 32 words, reena’s exploration challenge, in imayo a Japanese Poetry form of four lines of 7/5 syllables each.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #203

Prompt #203

We have an image prompt this week. Just have fun

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A basket full of eggs

painted one by one

what future brings for them

they were not certain

A basket full of eggs

comes there chef

takes them one by one

without any concern

A basket full of eggs

relished one by one

without batting an eyelid

and then there were none

Each day, upon arising, I make sure the very first thing I do is to reach for these eggs. I know from such hard earned experience over the course of my lifetime that I shall always need quite a wide variety of them.

Emotions, dispositions, and interests tend always to run so exceptionally wild in a man’s life that he needs, often at an instant’s notice, the readily available capacity to handle each as it makes its appearance. Each egg reflects my current mood.

I call them my mood eggs. Having access so conveniently, when needed, to the right egg can make all the difference I can ask for. It builds confidence in the manner of a perfect security blanket.

Of course, as we all know, every man should have his own private collection of mood eggs. They even make him so very much more attractive to women too…

Listen well, while I tell you a story of a mom and her son at the breakfast table, once upon a time!

A picky eater and a tantrum thrower at hands, left the mom eggasperated.

To create some eggcitement, she thought out of the box,

donned an ingenious artistic armor, creating eggceptional anecdotes.

One day it was the happy Eggy, And the next day, scary Eggard.

Each morn, an eggelicious story unfolded from her repertoire.

And then, her boy ate the eggs, happily ever after!

Reena’s Xploration challenge #203