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Spontaneity
Super Programmer
the super programmer of the world executed secret projects and wrote the most complex code not decipherable, allowed a guess. Super Power played his game became God Poetics Tuesday by Lillian at dverse
bone and brain
Daydreaming….
If I had a super power
It would be to reverse time
I would rewind every hour
to moments I can devour
that-to me would be sublimeI’d go back to a place
to press the reset button
I’d have no need to retrace
or find memories to erase
if I pressed the reset buttonI dream of this super power
Of loved ones long gone
their presence like scented flowers
where time is just ours
when the sun with strength-shone
©Vivian Zems
Lillian at dVerse wants us to think of superpowers /super heroes in a poem.
Grace under fire
Bussokusekika Poetry – a pattern of 5-7-5-7-7-7 grace under fire suppression of impulses image of control The whirlpools that I stand in with wobbly feet and mind belie projected balance Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #88 by Elsie Hagley
Generations
freshness being challenged by collective wisdom border line of existence battles life unlined by threads of experience weaves rawness in embroidered perseverance mature mind regrets its gutsy thoughtlessness belie self-imposed suffering stillness time watches amused on the sideline recurring stories of conflict sangfroid contact poking embers unfolding fresh meaning generating respect, … Continue reading Generations
Lest you return
frozen bits reborn In global warming flow back to civilization and find targets I will now set fire to every suppressed desire and wait till the embers die and mingle with dust lest the lust for power and destruction brings back evil to life (44 words)
Dragon Child
innocence peeps through green eyes freckled face untouched by manipulation the dragon child wins hearts Photo Challenge #205
Frog in the well
It had taken tremendous effort to reach here. The kids were talking about some experiment, and formulating a strategy to catch him. He jumped back, fearing loss of freedom and life. Another voice echoed in the depth, “Frogs in the well… they have no interest in the world outside…” (279 characters) Twittering Tale #75
Blown apart
She was in a state of deep despair, having lost their daughter to the cruelty of tyrants. Poverty added to helplessness. She did not like what her husband had been doing with inflammable material. “What kind of sorcery is that? You are inviting further trouble.” “The planet that we live in was created from an … Continue reading Blown apart
