11/11/2019

Michael's avatarA Haiku a Day

Random aches and pains
The price of growing older
No one wants to pay

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Deal (an acrostic poem)

Michael's avatarNever Short On Words

Don’t you understand how good of a price this is?

Even shipping and handling is free, so how can you pass on this?

And if you want two, well we’ll throw that second one in on us.

Let your fingers do the walking and call us now.  Operators are standing by.

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Prompt

This prompt has a wide open end… I am _____?

Weekend prompts

I apologize for the delay. I was ill.

A bcc to myself

Between The Lines

ivor20's avatarIvor.Plumber/Poet

Hello dear readers, I’m not sure what I was trying to say in my poem here, “Between The Lines”. The words were a quick response to a Prompt, from Pattimouse >> ‘Erase the lines’  https://pattimouse.wordpress.com/2019/11/07/day-7-prompts/    and I’ve basically left the words the same. I suppose they are questions and thoughts that were tumbling around in my mind at that time, and here they are !!

Between The Lines

Do you see, a man walking on water?

Did you see, the refugees bleeding?

Do you read, the missing scriptures?

Did you read, your own family tree?

Do you hear, old angels singing?

Did you hear, the songbirds crying?

Do you feel, hard rain falling?

Did you feel, the erased lines calling?

Do you know, who is doing the lying?

Did you Know, the earth is dying?

Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

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Day 8 – prompt

Day 7 Prompts

One perspective

Phillip Knight Scott's avatarOften Mumbled Musings

The caged butterfly beats wings
against captivity, hostage to forces
beyond the walls imprisoning it. 
Arresting (and attractive) orange 
(dotted with black) elegance — 
I am enchanted by such
spunky thrashing against its netted bondage,
beauty bound for something more.

What makes me move on past 
the incongruous scene (set behind 
an inhibiting screen) is the thought
(or is it hope?) that the lattice serves as shield,
protecting the gentle innocence within,
armor against the elements — a matter
of perspective authentically mine,
beset with doubts until it’s out of view.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for so many prompts:

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