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| | | | | I met a prattling womanFrom her mouth, the words kept a-comin'Critical talk-talk-talk-talkLike a hen: bawk-bawk-BAWK'til I finally exploded and said, "You realize, don't you, that you aren't the only person in this room, or this organization, this town, this country, or this world, right? You need to stop talking. Stop talking. Listen. Take a breath.... | |
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| | | | | Picture credit: Britta Benson Here's my response to this week's W3 poetry challenge, set by poet of the week, Carol Anne. This week's guidelines: write a haiku, senryu or tanka, include the word 'strength'. You can find the full guidelines and Carol Anne's prompt poem here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/11/13/w3-prompt-133-weave-written-weekly/ I deviated from the prompt a little. I... | |
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| | | | | I'm tired of being what-aboutedand fraudulently becausedwith words that Other the humanity of entire peoples. You money your lies and unscience facts.You demand that everyone yes you or be formered. You heart nothing, deep-six the light,possible only endings, dark the soul. John Lennon wrote this song in 1971, during the Presidency of Richard Nixon. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rsy6QxXiLKg... | |
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| | | (written March 2024) Photo by NEOSiAM 2024+ on Pexels.com My body craves release fromwinter's harshsting, for though it is spring,the cold air still chillsmy bones.Bathe me in sunlight so I canfeel its warm embraceon my skin.And, as golden rays caress me,I shall drown in an ocean of bliss. Copyright © 2024 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | ||
