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wallyroo92
Forum Posts: 1830
Tyrant of Words
151
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1830
29/30
Finding Purpose
It’s what matters most
What motivates us and pushes us to go forward
As we go about our daily lives
Listening to that inner voice
Calling to us…
It’s the internal compass that drives us
From ordinary every day decisions
To those significant and important milestones
Tipping points and shifting paradigms
Where building a more secure foundation
Becomes the priority
It’s the sense of duty laid out before us
Committed and steadfast
So that the intrinsic rewards gives us the fuel
To keep sailing through the hardships of life
Finding purpose gives us a better vision
To make better informed decisions
When it comes to reaching objectives
It gives better insight into making choices
When it comes to growth and well being
Let’s find meaning
And realize our true potential
90 Unique
130 Total
29/30
Magico-Poetico/:/Seals
Carved precision/s - Implement/s making: Incisions
Formula of universe – Symbiosis of symbols & Verse
Dispersed – Across the universe – Crossing over time and space: Embossed
Whatever was lost I found amongst the vast & lost: Lost/&/Vast
How things happen so fast – At – Speeds that are stealth
Shooting stars – Orbs: Interdimensional explorers
Mechanisms of stars: Twisting shifts of shapes waves magnetic scapes
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Magico-Poetico/:/Seals
Carved precision/s - Implement/s making: Incisions
Formula of universe – Symbiosis of symbols & Verse
Dispersed – Across the universe – Crossing over time and space: Embossed
Whatever was lost I found amongst the vast & lost: Lost/&/Vast
How things happen so fast – At – Speeds that are stealth
Shooting stars – Orbs: Interdimensional explorers
Mechanisms of stars: Twisting shifts of shapes waves magnetic scapes
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Ilk/Ilk
Poetico-Magico/:/Milk
29/30
Cold Comfort-Third Scoop
Working as a scooper
on Winter school
and weekend nights.
was often tedious
and sometimes perilous.
Especially on the
dark, cold, four-mile
ride home on a bike.
Insert your favorite
“Idle hands” aphorism here.
It's not hard to perceive
That when three or four
teenagers are bored, playful mischief is near.
After the infrequent customers left
and all the clean up chores were done.
like “Cat In The Hat” there was nothing left to do
but have fun.
The loudest volume was required
when to the favorite
Rock ‘n’ Roll station
the radio was tuned.
If a song like “Free Bird”
pumped out of the box,
you had to grab a broom,
that transformed
into a Fender Strat
And then to me
the next move was clear,
I'd rocket out the
door,
straw guitar in hand,
and, with a giant leap,
onto a tall, cement
trash bin I'd land
and there continue
my solo jam.
That is until
one fateful night
the store owner paid a visit,
spied me atop the bin
and when he drew near,
angry he bellowed
“get the hell outta here”
An occasional
whipped cream battle was a blast
but a can of that stuff
is emptied too fast
and the cleanup
was rough.
All merriment aside,
My most cherished remnant
of my scooper employment
is life-lasting friendships formed
within the walls
of that ice cream store.
Unique word count: 159
Cold Comfort-Third Scoop
Working as a scooper
on Winter school
and weekend nights.
was often tedious
and sometimes perilous.
Especially on the
dark, cold, four-mile
ride home on a bike.
Insert your favorite
“Idle hands” aphorism here.
It's not hard to perceive
That when three or four
teenagers are bored, playful mischief is near.
After the infrequent customers left
and all the clean up chores were done.
like “Cat In The Hat” there was nothing left to do
but have fun.
The loudest volume was required
when to the favorite
Rock ‘n’ Roll station
the radio was tuned.
If a song like “Free Bird”
pumped out of the box,
you had to grab a broom,
that transformed
into a Fender Strat
And then to me
the next move was clear,
I'd rocket out the
door,
straw guitar in hand,
and, with a giant leap,
onto a tall, cement
trash bin I'd land
and there continue
my solo jam.
That is until
one fateful night
the store owner paid a visit,
spied me atop the bin
and when he drew near,
angry he bellowed
“get the hell outta here”
An occasional
whipped cream battle was a blast
but a can of that stuff
is emptied too fast
and the cleanup
was rough.
All merriment aside,
My most cherished remnant
of my scooper employment
is life-lasting friendships formed
within the walls
of that ice cream store.
Unique word count: 159
Josiah
Forum Posts: 72
Twisted Dreamer
4
Joined 8th Aug 2016Forum Posts: 72
#29
The Patchwork
Once upon a time, tiptoeing, in
Honey cordial lies so soothing
Amidst festering animosity
Truth seemed as lemon to sore
But, on, stress cracks creep up
We, vaseful of decaying daisies
Their hearts have grown withered
So, I cry becuase no one else is
My eyes have not crumbled to dust
With a teary love hard talk blend
A rough spackle concocted to mend
Time's proper pressure sets glue
When sometimes, often, on occasion
I view such patchwork futile
See there, leaking through the chips
I find I'm too close to the shards
Pause, step back till we're in full view
See, our vase still stands together
The Patchwork
Once upon a time, tiptoeing, in
Honey cordial lies so soothing
Amidst festering animosity
Truth seemed as lemon to sore
But, on, stress cracks creep up
We, vaseful of decaying daisies
Their hearts have grown withered
So, I cry becuase no one else is
My eyes have not crumbled to dust
With a teary love hard talk blend
A rough spackle concocted to mend
Time's proper pressure sets glue
When sometimes, often, on occasion
I view such patchwork futile
See there, leaking through the chips
I find I'm too close to the shards
Pause, step back till we're in full view
See, our vase still stands together
ClovenTongue34
Nathaniel Peter
Forum Posts: 137
Nathaniel Peter
Thought Provoker
7
Joined 20th Mar 2023Forum Posts: 137
30/30
One Man’s Savior Is Another Man’s Devil
Do I rehash these former wounds
What benefit does it serve
When it can be far too easy to think
On the terms of what seems fair and what we don’t deserve
When truth stands to reason
Our scale is a skewed bias
Everything through the filter of our partial sense of pious
No entitlement to bitterness when we are the forgiven
Nevertheless we can all relate for the ways we’ve been betrayed
Our hearts recall the daggers for the ways we’ve been filleted
No claims to monsters lives
When we bear the blade of our own knives
We are guilty of our own share of treachery and treason
When we are both the conned and traitor in slight
We’ve all got our own demons that feed us a reason
Every friend is someone’s adversary in this fight
Personalizing the scope I zero in
After I weigh out the ways that I have hurt
Who am I to feel the way I do at times
As I excavate the fossils of this pain beneath the dirt
Nevertheless I digress in repulsion of this haunted past
As it all reopens and I become un-clasped
A question lingers like the stench of what pulls in me to vie
It remains a mystery but still I ponder why
Yet I cannot broach specifics
As I let the dead dog lie
I find no value in revisiting the splinter for the log in my own eye…
One Man’s Savior Is Another Man’s Devil
Do I rehash these former wounds
What benefit does it serve
When it can be far too easy to think
On the terms of what seems fair and what we don’t deserve
When truth stands to reason
Our scale is a skewed bias
Everything through the filter of our partial sense of pious
No entitlement to bitterness when we are the forgiven
Nevertheless we can all relate for the ways we’ve been betrayed
Our hearts recall the daggers for the ways we’ve been filleted
No claims to monsters lives
When we bear the blade of our own knives
We are guilty of our own share of treachery and treason
When we are both the conned and traitor in slight
We’ve all got our own demons that feed us a reason
Every friend is someone’s adversary in this fight
Personalizing the scope I zero in
After I weigh out the ways that I have hurt
Who am I to feel the way I do at times
As I excavate the fossils of this pain beneath the dirt
Nevertheless I digress in repulsion of this haunted past
As it all reopens and I become un-clasped
A question lingers like the stench of what pulls in me to vie
It remains a mystery but still I ponder why
Yet I cannot broach specifics
As I let the dead dog lie
I find no value in revisiting the splinter for the log in my own eye…
Thetravelingfairy
Forum Posts: 286
Fire of Insight
15
Joined 12th July 2017 Forum Posts: 286
29/30
Serpent of the Night
Wicked eyes of flickering amber
White scales, sickly slithering
Coiled all around
The defiler, the thief, the liar
Taking up residence between organs and flesh
Many years, the snake resides
Attractively so, in undetectable stillness
There is silence, there is nothing
No color, little light
Wrong and right melt together into an ugly mess
As days shorten, as light dims under the eyes
So do the teeth of venom arise
Powerful under the skin, yet powerless
Cry out and repent
Authority is removed, be gone!
You have been cast out
Serpent of the night.
Serpent of the Night
Wicked eyes of flickering amber
White scales, sickly slithering
Coiled all around
The defiler, the thief, the liar
Taking up residence between organs and flesh
Many years, the snake resides
Attractively so, in undetectable stillness
There is silence, there is nothing
No color, little light
Wrong and right melt together into an ugly mess
As days shorten, as light dims under the eyes
So do the teeth of venom arise
Powerful under the skin, yet powerless
Cry out and repent
Authority is removed, be gone!
You have been cast out
Serpent of the night.
DCLXVI_1989
Garrett Asa Hughes
Forum Posts: 88
Garrett Asa Hughes
Thought Provoker
4
Joined 17th Aug 2017Forum Posts: 88
29/30
Once More Around The Sun
Sunset held inside my desert palms
Skin cracked from the heat
Profain in ways that I cannot even think
Until it dries my lips
Begging for an oasis of my mirror
If I could only reach myself, I could hand it off
Burning until blistered
I will not let it go
Second hand clasped over
Unbearing light that binds me
Welded in a perfect bead of sweat
A pool not for drinking
But for reflection
....is this what I've become?
A Guardian of flame and fear
Eclipsed from the rays that pierce my soul
Sunrise flies free from my scorched fingers
Charred skin now free from the light
In the daze we've made it through another night
Once More Around The Sun
Sunset held inside my desert palms
Skin cracked from the heat
Profain in ways that I cannot even think
Until it dries my lips
Begging for an oasis of my mirror
If I could only reach myself, I could hand it off
Burning until blistered
I will not let it go
Second hand clasped over
Unbearing light that binds me
Welded in a perfect bead of sweat
A pool not for drinking
But for reflection
....is this what I've become?
A Guardian of flame and fear
Eclipsed from the rays that pierce my soul
Sunrise flies free from my scorched fingers
Charred skin now free from the light
In the daze we've made it through another night
Josh
Joshua Bond
Forum Posts: 1793
Joshua Bond
Tyrant of Words
41
Joined 2nd Feb 2017Forum Posts: 1793
30/30
RAINBOW HOME
The slightest bit of psycho I can’t stand
disturbs my mind for days and weeks and years …
The Rainbow is my home, my go-to Land
The River is my Solace here on Earth
a place where other people rarely go
it calms my mind for days and months and years
The gurgling sounds of water seem to show
how deep ancestral pain, and hope, can be
a place that other people rarely go
The world enslaves and yet we would be free
to count the day-blind stars which twinkle bright …
how deep ancestral knowledge used to be
I don’t know why my soul lives in the night
I want so much the lightness of the day
to see the day-blind stars still burning bright
A ton of bricks fell on the child at play
the psycho part I will not, cannot, stand
I want so much the lightness of the day
where Rainbows are my home, my go-to Land.
RAINBOW HOME
The slightest bit of psycho I can’t stand
disturbs my mind for days and weeks and years …
The Rainbow is my home, my go-to Land
The River is my Solace here on Earth
a place where other people rarely go
it calms my mind for days and months and years
The gurgling sounds of water seem to show
how deep ancestral pain, and hope, can be
a place that other people rarely go
The world enslaves and yet we would be free
to count the day-blind stars which twinkle bright …
how deep ancestral knowledge used to be
I don’t know why my soul lives in the night
I want so much the lightness of the day
to see the day-blind stars still burning bright
A ton of bricks fell on the child at play
the psycho part I will not, cannot, stand
I want so much the lightness of the day
where Rainbows are my home, my go-to Land.
dimpy
dimpsmoon
Forum Posts: 121
dimpsmoon
Dangerous Mind
4
Joined 9th Mar 2023 Forum Posts: 121
29/30
circle
I was sitting inside
four walls, tired
what is happening,
how do I get out of trouble?
I was surrounded by all these questions
how will I be able to pay
electricity bill, water bill, home loan
how will I be able to find
a way out of this confusing situation?
tried many times but
could not catch the butterfly
I brought the entire garden home
in the hope that
she would come and sit on my hand
impatience passed me by
I saw it staring at me
with her jewel eyes
I had lost my patience by now
by now everything is broken
broke my ears,
broke my leg,
broke my chairs
I am losing patience now
my mind was marinating in a
batter of restlessness and anger.
I don't know what happened suddenly
time passed, breathing as if inside a black hall
my patience surprisingly brought me peace
I started walking patiently on the sands of patience
a big thing came down the stairs of the mind...
30/30
dictatorship
Due to raw experiences
calamities used to come
and everything became
disorganized,
many plants were planted
in pots but all of them
were eaten up by the soil,
not a single flower bloomed
because there was lack of skill,
coming from dazzling light
to darkness did not happen
immediately,
It can be understood,
first the eyes have to
be adapted to the darkness,
to understand the darkness
one has to be completely
in the dark,
one has to drown in the darkness,
and I did that,
I never gave up,
kept trying hard like
all living beings maintain
their existence,
and I became strong
again by finding all the sources
of my strength.
The throne changed,
time changed,
cigar smoke started blowing,
I was laughing and
other people were working...
Yesterday by mistake I posted my 29th poem in the prompt comp, so today I am reposting it here.. sorry for my mistake...
30/30
Pancakes
I laid in the grass, longing;
the morning sky illuminating
the earth beneath me;
the world pressing upon my skin
in bittersweet memory;
I can still taste the pancakes
leftover from last night’s breakfast,
can still see your face
peeking slowly through the clouds
lingering just a moment;
I pull them all towards me
hoping to see your smile
once more before noon;
again and again before you’re gone
Pancakes
I laid in the grass, longing;
the morning sky illuminating
the earth beneath me;
the world pressing upon my skin
in bittersweet memory;
I can still taste the pancakes
leftover from last night’s breakfast,
can still see your face
peeking slowly through the clouds
lingering just a moment;
I pull them all towards me
hoping to see your smile
once more before noon;
again and again before you’re gone
Tallen
earth_empath
Forum Posts: 2307
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
34
Joined 15th Oct 2018Forum Posts: 2307
30/30
Feral Furphy
In the scientific realm
of impossibilities,
2 sides of the coin
exists for this thought …
I wonder if animals, pets
formulate opinions
As sentient beings,
they definitely have
likes and dislikes
a wide range of feelings
some, even
complex emotions
But what would it take
for them to have
an opinion!
For humans,
most of our tastes
are stuck in our
mouths
52 unique words
Feral Furphy
In the scientific realm
of impossibilities,
2 sides of the coin
exists for this thought …
I wonder if animals, pets
formulate opinions
As sentient beings,
they definitely have
likes and dislikes
a wide range of feelings
some, even
complex emotions
But what would it take
for them to have
an opinion!
For humans,
most of our tastes
are stuck in our
mouths
52 unique words
brokentitanium
k.
Forum Posts: 1198
k.
Tyrant of Words
12
Joined 18th Nov 2015Forum Posts: 1198
30/30
Letter to Me
You don’t have to earn it.
Not by impressing people
with your heartfelt writing or singing
your physical feats or keen observations
Not by making them laugh
with your silliness and charm
Not by helping them out
with your professional competence
or deep-diving intellect.
You have all these things
(yes, you do)
but they are not tools
to earn love and connection.
They are results of the fact
that love is already there.
Your only job
is not to hinder it with your wounds
to let it flow freely
and to marvel at the connections it brings.
You don’t have to earn it.
Letter to Me
You don’t have to earn it.
Not by impressing people
with your heartfelt writing or singing
your physical feats or keen observations
Not by making them laugh
with your silliness and charm
Not by helping them out
with your professional competence
or deep-diving intellect.
You have all these things
(yes, you do)
but they are not tools
to earn love and connection.
They are results of the fact
that love is already there.
Your only job
is not to hinder it with your wounds
to let it flow freely
and to marvel at the connections it brings.
You don’t have to earn it.
30 of 30
confessing need...
maybe it's considered distasteful
admitting this...
but what the hell
I'm just gonna own it
it won't be the first time...
my undiluted truth spilled out
leaving a stain upon the ground
for uneasy eyes to scuttle around
it's just how it is...
I've accepted that
I have a need...
to be heard...understood...
...dare I say it...
...seen
to have confirmation
that I matter in some manner
even in the slightest capacity
...in an external context
outside my own head
thing is...
...I can never seem to remember
...from one day to the next
confidence slips
& I'm huddled in a corner of my mind
reliving the ugly
just as I have a thousand times
never sure of my welcome
hunting an elusive sense of belonging
I know...on a slippery kinda level...
...I'm no less than anyone else
yet I feel so incurably invisible
my voice coming out
...puzzlingly mute
so I grab my pen in desperation
start scribbling with frantic concentration
trying to make sense of it
to touch someone I've never met
hoping they might return the favor
...& see me
therapy tells me...
it's a trauma response
problem is...
how it feels doesn't change
...with that knowledge
confessing need...
maybe it's considered distasteful
admitting this...
but what the hell
I'm just gonna own it
it won't be the first time...
my undiluted truth spilled out
leaving a stain upon the ground
for uneasy eyes to scuttle around
it's just how it is...
I've accepted that
I have a need...
to be heard...understood...
...dare I say it...
...seen
to have confirmation
that I matter in some manner
even in the slightest capacity
...in an external context
outside my own head
thing is...
...I can never seem to remember
...from one day to the next
confidence slips
& I'm huddled in a corner of my mind
reliving the ugly
just as I have a thousand times
never sure of my welcome
hunting an elusive sense of belonging
I know...on a slippery kinda level...
...I'm no less than anyone else
yet I feel so incurably invisible
my voice coming out
...puzzlingly mute
so I grab my pen in desperation
start scribbling with frantic concentration
trying to make sense of it
to touch someone I've never met
hoping they might return the favor
...& see me
therapy tells me...
it's a trauma response
problem is...
how it feels doesn't change
...with that knowledge
30/30
Book of Life
My hair
is being pulled
by the winds
of time
Stories
once written
in this book
of life
For every
other page
there’s a
raging storm
The paper
soaking wet
raining tears
that transform
These chapters
of my life
that I made
it through
Lessons
repeated
until I found
the truth:
I am
the author
I see all
the patterns…
That day
the
hourglass
shattered
Book of Life
My hair
is being pulled
by the winds
of time
Stories
once written
in this book
of life
For every
other page
there’s a
raging storm
The paper
soaking wet
raining tears
that transform
These chapters
of my life
that I made
it through
Lessons
repeated
until I found
the truth:
I am
the author
I see all
the patterns…
That day
the
hourglass
shattered
Ahavati
Forum Posts: 14890
Tyrant of Words
117
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 14890
XXX
Elysium of Poetry
Never forget
a literary seed roots
in our chest cavity
waiting to burgeon
A million mad bees
escaping spring’s nest
link our destiny
of porcelain words
to each Universal orb
We are . . .
rogue wildflowers
growing from cement
arm-in-arm with weeds
an ocean of salt water
tempered by rose petals
and innate madness
infinite enigmas
harboring salient secrets
haunting and mysterious
ripe bouquets
of individual aromas
plucking our petals
a jumbled purpose
of arranged notes
composed of silence
utter catastrophes
without need for pardon
or immunity
from our insanity—
We are Poets
without apology
in this
our Elysium of Poetry
.
Elysium of Poetry
Never forget
a literary seed roots
in our chest cavity
waiting to burgeon
A million mad bees
escaping spring’s nest
link our destiny
of porcelain words
to each Universal orb
We are . . .
rogue wildflowers
growing from cement
arm-in-arm with weeds
an ocean of salt water
tempered by rose petals
and innate madness
infinite enigmas
harboring salient secrets
haunting and mysterious
ripe bouquets
of individual aromas
plucking our petals
a jumbled purpose
of arranged notes
composed of silence
utter catastrophes
without need for pardon
or immunity
from our insanity—
We are Poets
without apology
in this
our Elysium of Poetry
.