to give up too much, too soon power of your will to trust too much, too soon withering relationships to reveal too much, too soon untested forums to suppress too much, too soon silent screams Folly is and Folly will be Surrender forever https://dversepoets.com/2020/10/27/dverse-poetics-427-mussendens-temple/
I watchmy illusionsmeet yours - the world wonderswill it be a battle of wills OR LOVE? what lies at the core is the samea wish to influenceanother's life EGO.... https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2020/10/27/2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-200-themeprompt/
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I see a congenial, smiling face and then the mask drops. A monster emerges. No. It’s not Halloween. I must be dreaming. The behaviour is different, but voices are familiar. Could it be….? Again, the mask drops. I see creatures drowning in a sea of fear. They fold hands, they pray and then exercise extra … Continue reading Halloween
there is a secret vault in there somewhere which holds the key to joy and sorrow… or Illusions with those names which hides the singularity where all emotions become null and void equanimity reigns it can counteract forces of Pandora’s Box It can cleanse in a stroke It can restore the purpose -before truth gets … Continue reading Counter-force
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Don’t miss this brilliance by tiredhamster. It takes you to many world’s.
Imagine this: a sheet of paper
Stretching flat for miles and miles,
For years and years, until
A necessary distortion, a tiny
Scratch with no real owner.
A slight ripple comes, but flatness
Quickly returns, not seeing
The light burp of particulates
Spreading. Years and years,
Miles and miles, the particulates
Escape from the scratch
And tumble among themselves
Until heavy things start to form.
The heavy things are too heavy
For the paper, and start bending
Flatness until gravity and dimensionality
Occur. The flatness is gone.
The paper becomes a misformed
Space. That’s how I often see it.
We believe in the peace
Before the great occurrence,
But it wasn’t even peace.
This complexity is just the face
Of a dying system, you might say,
It will never be whole, never be
Flat again, but this is just another
Feeling that humans have.
We’re not big fans of the…
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My novel outline ….. by bilocalalia
It’s an old-fashioned phone cord
swallowing lines of communication,
tangled around its own folds,
self-consuming like an ouroboros.
It’s a fragile gold chain hopelessly
jumbled, knotted, only to be freed
with a needle and plenty of patience.
It’s an abysmal Cretan labyrinth,
a Fibonacci spiral, Burano lace.
It’s a Gordian knot calling for a knife.
Don’t worry, I’m only joking. I don’t have an outline for my novel. I approach NaNoWriMo like an adventurer without a map. As my mom would often say, “This is nice. We’ve never been lost here before!”
Inspired by Reena’s exploration challenge.
The Great Pumpkin ….by Eugenia
hushed was the rumor
the dark of night shaken, and
patch dwellers aghast.
the Great Pumpkin rose
to the delight of children
pumpkiny deeds carried forth.
yet the awe assaulted by
air with a singular chill
A magical moment only for
those who believe
in Halloween
Reena’s Exploration Challenge#158
SINGULARITY
The Saturday Symphony #16 (Fairytale edits)
PONDEROUS THOUGHT – FAIRYTALE EDITS
Though, the Great Pumpkin, an unseen character in the comic strip Peanuts by Charles M. Schulz, is not a typical fairytale, I thought the enchanting tale to be a fun subject for my poem and in keeping with the season.
The prompt, PONDEROUS THOUGHT – FAIRYTALE EDITS, hosted by Jude at tales told different, is to change the fate of the fairytale, which is reflected in my poem.
Plus, here is the link to a post about pumpkins that I wrote in 2015 – My Pumpkin.
-Eugenia
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The War has Begun …..by Ramya Vivek
There’s a planet at the edge of the universe not unlike the earth in landscape and atmosphere. But its inhabitants are not.
The similarity unfortunately ends with just the landscape, the inhabitants there are far more truthful and innocent than the Earthians. Even the wind and sea obeyed their leader, whose sole purpose in life was to uplift the occupants of their planet ‘Pious’ and to never let the Earthians curtail their innocence.
He knows that the Earthians were already on a mission to capture their planet. They were in awe of the nil crime rate and the non-polluted environment of the ‘Pious’. The leader knows this, for he has witnessed the origin of the Earth and knows how it exactly resembled ‘Pious‘ then.
But, now the Earthians are full of jealous without an iota of compassion towards fellow humans, let alone other inhabitants. Together, they have…
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