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PAR
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
Last meeting for Peace
Potatoes danced under silver umbrellas.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
#corruption
#nonfiction
#peace
#politics
#war
63 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
Last meeting for Peace
Potatoes danced under silver umbrellas.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
#corruption
#nonfiction
#peace
#politics
#war
63 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
Last meeting for Peace
Potatoes danced under silver umbrellas.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
#corruption
#nonfiction
#peace
#politics
#war
63 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
Last meeting for Peace
Potatoes danced under silver umbrellas.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
#corruption
#nonfiction
#peace
#politics
#war
63 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
17th Dec 2024 2:04pm
Last meeting for Peace
Potatoes danced under silver umbrellas.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
Always jumping screws in a replay scene.
Silk stockings flew as light as hippos...
A political party is always pure clowning.
#corruption
#nonfiction
#peace
#politics
#war
63 reads
12 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 3:06am
17th Apr 2024 3:06am
April 16, 2024
Attempting to journal again for the first time in so very many years…
It just all starts to crumble when my daughter’s fiance comes home from work in the afternoons. They will go into their bedroom to be alone together for the rest of the night, which is clearly understandable and something I want to be able to give them without annoyance or interruption or being a burden…
But then, I am alone.
I have my interests to keep me busy… But I am mentally ill, and when left alone, my thoughts can travel to dark places.
I am 50 now. Still struggling with...
It just all starts to crumble when my daughter’s fiance comes home from work in the afternoons. They will go into their bedroom to be alone together for the rest of the night, which is clearly understandable and something I want to be able to give them without annoyance or interruption or being a burden…
But then, I am alone.
I have my interests to keep me busy… But I am mentally ill, and when left alone, my thoughts can travel to dark places.
I am 50 now. Still struggling with...
#SelfReflection
#nonfiction
150 reads
6 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 3:06am
17th Apr 2024 3:06am
April 16, 2024
Attempting to journal again for the first time in so very many years…
It just all starts to crumble when my daughter’s fiance comes home from work in the afternoons. They will go into their bedroom to be alone together for the rest of the night, which is clearly understandable and something I want to be able to give them without annoyance or interruption or being a burden…
But then, I am alone.
I have my interests to keep me busy… But I am mentally ill, and when left alone, my thoughts can travel to dark places.
I am 50 now. Still struggling with...
It just all starts to crumble when my daughter’s fiance comes home from work in the afternoons. They will go into their bedroom to be alone together for the rest of the night, which is clearly understandable and something I want to be able to give them without annoyance or interruption or being a burden…
But then, I am alone.
I have my interests to keep me busy… But I am mentally ill, and when left alone, my thoughts can travel to dark places.
I am 50 now. Still struggling with...
#SelfReflection
#nonfiction
150 reads
6 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
133 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
133 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
133 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
9th Jul 2024 10:41pm
Letters from my Aunt #6
Sixteen years before I'm posted to Deutschland
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
another operator on a morse key,
transcribed a message with his guitar playing hands
and that was sent to Ike then, on to history...
Johnny Cash on Stalin's death set some folk free
and meant the simmering cold war stayed, just cold
and evesdropping became that key
but, I guess that story's been done, and told?
That was our dream to get the world spanned
by some huge news back in nineteen sixty-nine and we, ...
#historical
#nonfiction
#travel #ShortStory
#travel #ShortStory
133 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 12:14pm
24th Apr 2022 12:14pm
Alexandra Park (Haiku)
Alexandra Park
Victorian old brick fields
Turned beautiful
by Jemia
Victorian old brick fields
Turned beautiful
by Jemia
#beauty
#historical
#nonfiction
261 reads
0 Comments
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