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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #258

CESSPOOL

One of my greatest fears is

What if

The people get used to the stench

thecesspool of all the vices

isspreading

What if

intheir desperation

theystart to follow

whenyou can’t fight them, join them

andstart enjoying as much as

theinhabitants of the cesspool

What if

theylose

theirconfidence

theirethics

andtheir will to

standagainst injustice

andtheir fight

I’m not sure why I rejoined the cesspool of Twitter in January 2022, perhaps it was boredom, or trying to keep up to date on world politics. If Twitter can be counted as a go-to source for that activity. I originally joined for the first time back in 2018, but the Twitter logo of the bluebird of happiness quickly changed to a devouring vulture, and having never experienced the nature of trolling it was quite a shock to the system. So I left after two years.

So now I am back with 353 followers, while I follow 249. I always follow back after reviewing the follower’s bio and a sample of their tweets, so you may wonder about the 104 discrepancies between my followers and the people I follow. This 30% discrepancy is accounted for by the number of…

For today’s poem, my last one of the week, I’ve amalgamated 2 prompts! One from Reena’s Xploration Challenge: CESSPOOL & the other being Ragtag Daily Prompt’s word for Saturday: FROSTY. Below lies my contribution. 👇👇 Hope ye enjoy the read

The foul; rancid stench of excrement, dripping from him as Frank emerged from his nightly job cleaning the city’s enormous cesspool, filthy; smelly yet strangely satisfied. The pungent odour emanating from his body permeated the cold; early morning air. He walked home quickly @ 5am for fear anyone would see him or worse still…. Smell him.

It was in stark contrast to the frosty reception of his family when he told them of his new employment. They’d alienated him, disowned him completely! Told him they wanted nothing more to do with him, even going so far as to cut off his inheritance and cross over to the…

Lucky lotus ...happy with muddy feet

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Mindfills for Reena’s Exploration challenge ~ cesspool; shweta’s six word story ~ luck; Cee’s FOTD

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to –
Reena’s Xploration Prompt #258
Word: CESSPOOL

It’s a whirling, swirling cesspool of power hungry, greed possessed individuals purporting to represent and fight for the liberty and rights of those who voted them into positions of great and small importance.

Circling towards the center vortex in pursuit of fame, fortune and control, just like a tornado or water spout, tsunami or cyclone. These forces collapse, leaving waste and debris in the wake of what began as good intentions, but becomes corrupted by the very power they seek. Leaving behind a cesspool of spoils reeking of lies, wrong doings and evil intent.

To clean the cesspool, it must be drained completely and refilled from the bottom up with fresh representatives. Then, it’s purity must be nurtured, protected and rewarded to instill and protect its integrity. Lest our leaders become nothing but…

For years America’s best sports tradition has been the rivalry between the Black Knights from West Point and the Midshipmen from Annapolis where the Army versus Navy football game was dubbed “America’s Game”.  Gone are the days when America’s service academies were national powerhouses, but the game will forever hold a place in American culture.  Generations ago, both Army and Navy were football powerhouses, combining for four national championships.  The term Black Friday wasn’t in common use nationwide before 1985, however it was known in Philadelphia, where the Army Navy game was hosted in the city 89 of the 122 contests.  This made sense, as Philadelphia was roughly equidistant from the two academies.  This game was historically played on the Saturday after Thanksgiving (a date on which most other major college football teams end their regular seasons).  In the early 1950s, this game attracted more than 100,000 people, filling John F. Kennedy Stadium…