Non-Fiction Prose
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Non-poetic writing including diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays and art
This section is for factual prose and is a place for non-poetic offerings. You will find a diverse range of content here including articles, diary extracts, journal entries, letters, essays, personal accounts and real life perspectives. This gives members a chance to post fact based material which is not written in verse.
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Today 4:18am
Today 4:18am
Ygabosh, The Devil's Bride: Part Two
- Ygabosh, The Devil's Bride: Part Two -
Queen Ygabariel of Viltharlia was happy to give herself over fully unto darkness. Unto the one that of old her people had called only by titles such as the Necromancer, or the Devil... unto me, such as I had been in those days, in that time countless generations before the fall of Atlantis, which was then called by the name of Atlan. On the occasion of our marriage, of our sealing ritual... she witnessed the bloody and gruesome sacrifice of all the people who had served her the most loyally and followed her over the waters of the ocean...
Queen Ygabariel of Viltharlia was happy to give herself over fully unto darkness. Unto the one that of old her people had called only by titles such as the Necromancer, or the Devil... unto me, such as I had been in those days, in that time countless generations before the fall of Atlantis, which was then called by the name of Atlan. On the occasion of our marriage, of our sealing ritual... she witnessed the bloody and gruesome sacrifice of all the people who had served her the most loyally and followed her over the waters of the ocean...
#love
#dark
#dreams
#memories
#magic
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Today 4:16am
Today 4:16am
Ygabosh, The Devil's Bride: Part One
- Ygabosh, The Devil's Bride: Part One -
There was in the days of old, when still did there exist the hidden lands of the faerie folk and all their myriad kindred, a land that was said to be surpassing all others in terms of splendor. But many lands of old did lay claim to that boast, and oft did none surpass much more than their own capacity for vanity and boasting. Yet still were there places like unto the one I tell of here, wherein the tales of its' glory in truth were factual, and not merely a form of exaggerated patriotism. I speak herein of the land known as Viltharlia,...
There was in the days of old, when still did there exist the hidden lands of the faerie folk and all their myriad kindred, a land that was said to be surpassing all others in terms of splendor. But many lands of old did lay claim to that boast, and oft did none surpass much more than their own capacity for vanity and boasting. Yet still were there places like unto the one I tell of here, wherein the tales of its' glory in truth were factual, and not merely a form of exaggerated patriotism. I speak herein of the land known as Viltharlia,...
#love
#dark
#dreams
#memories
#magic
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:20pm
Yesterday 2:20pm
Antique Record Changer
I bought a record changer on ebay. It's an antique that was made in 1957. It was made by Columbia and it's automatic. It's so old that it has vacuum tubes. The difference between vacuum tubes and solid state is that solid state electronics produce instant sound, where as electronics with vacuum tubes take fifteen or more seconds for the tubes to warm up to produce sound.
My record changer works great except for one thing. The speed switch is screwed up. This record player is supposed to play 16, 33, 45 and 78 RPM records. But when the speed switch is set to 16, the wheel doesn't...
My record changer works great except for one thing. The speed switch is screwed up. This record player is supposed to play 16, 33, 45 and 78 RPM records. But when the speed switch is set to 16, the wheel doesn't...
#historical
#nostalgia
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:36am
Yesterday 7:36am
It's Surprise Time!
Oh oh oh it's Surprise Time! It's Surprise Time! With good-ie-ies for YOU!
Surprise Time is a song I came up with when I was 12, the silly summer my sister, best friend and I shared a guest bedroom in my grandparent's Western North Carolina vacation home.
The song was accompanied by a ritual: the recipient had to close their eyes. The singer (we went on to take turns), just back from the kitchen, would deposit food into the recepient's outstretched palm. Often, it was something good: a small piece of cheese, a cookie, maybe even a brownie edge. However, depending...
Surprise Time is a song I came up with when I was 12, the silly summer my sister, best friend and I shared a guest bedroom in my grandparent's Western North Carolina vacation home.
The song was accompanied by a ritual: the recipient had to close their eyes. The singer (we went on to take turns), just back from the kitchen, would deposit food into the recepient's outstretched palm. Often, it was something good: a small piece of cheese, a cookie, maybe even a brownie edge. However, depending...
#sister
#BestFriend
#childhood
#inspirational
#summer
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:10am
Yesterday 6:10am
Hazel Hated Fat Women
My grandmother wore high heels well into her seventies. Her size six outfits were impeccable, complimented by rings with multi-carat stones. The glint of diamonds and emeralds prompted dim-witted queries from strangers: "Is that real?"
With a wave of her manicured hand, platinum polish flawless against olive skin, she'd dismiss the commoner. "Yes dear, of course." Her tone was dry ice.
A doting and fun grandmother, she was cautiously benevolent to outsiders.
There was one subset of humanity, however, to which she was downright cruel: fat women. Obese...
With a wave of her manicured hand, platinum polish flawless against olive skin, she'd dismiss the commoner. "Yes dear, of course." Her tone was dry ice.
A doting and fun grandmother, she was cautiously benevolent to outsiders.
There was one subset of humanity, however, to which she was downright cruel: fat women. Obese...
#family
#identity
#money #inequality
#money #inequality
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 8:58pm
12th Aug 2022 8:58pm
What This Guy's Hobby Happens To Be
As
I could
remember,
my one hobby
happens to be that
of collecting comic
books that may or may not have
stories of superheroes in
them. You wouldn't happen to know of one
or two comic book stores nearby... do you?
I could
remember,
my one hobby
happens to be that
of collecting comic
books that may or may not have
stories of superheroes in
them. You wouldn't happen to know of one
or two comic book stores nearby... do you?
#hope
#fiction
#honesty
#dialogue
#reading
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Vortex32167
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 7:26pm
12th Aug 2022 7:26pm
Diary entry 12-08-2022. My faith in humanity
As human I walk this earth. A person of many sins and virtues. As man I am, as mankind I shall destroy. Beings of destruction and malice, spawned from god, pawns of evil. I do not command the transgressions of others, nor do I command my own. It’s in our nature, an obligation for humanity to cut, burn, scar and kill. We do it of our own choosing, it’s in mans will to do so. Subconsciously we defy any form of reason or compassion. Created in his image we resemble the false and all-knowing god we so choose to serve for our entire life here on this wretched planet. Free-will, the illusion given...
#identity
#religion
#God
#humankind
#myself
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 9:14am
12th Aug 2022 9:14am
Weather Report
At first, I feared December would find the Muses on hiatus, particularly Urania, barred from her earthbound devotees due to the increased nimbostratus activity that the month is typically guilty of. But Quadrature Luna, she of gentler tides, has been a fetching sight these past few nights through gaps in the sportive clouds of Autumn's final weeks. Urania and Luna were often in cahoots. Luna in actinic skirmish with the playful mist as Urania inveigled Orion to rise theatrically in the east, as if the old boy were engaged in a boundless frolic with our coquettish satellite as she strove...
#sky
#clouds
#nature #mythology
#nature #mythology
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 1:19am
12th Aug 2022 1:19am
Today's Countenance
If the television set is to be believed then representatives of the fair sex are now expected to air brush away all traces of perceived wretchedness from their very own visages while the troglodytic male members of our species may lounge about with no care whatsoever regarding their manly facial flaws or beard bound meal chunks. I'm sure all that is fair somehow...but I don't see it.
True love, as hot as a panful of Neruda verse, never requires such artificial bracings and cupid's dart will not always wait for my lady's face.
Things are now dangerously informal...
True love, as hot as a panful of Neruda verse, never requires such artificial bracings and cupid's dart will not always wait for my lady's face.
Things are now dangerously informal...
#culture
#masculinity
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 1:12am
12th Aug 2022 1:12am
A Skip to The Loo
With the dawning of my daily consciousness I realized that our English cousins used to be "smashing!" and in more recent times have become "brilliant!". I have spent a lifetime now hemming and hawing between the two only to finally conclude that they must sometimes be... "brilliantly smashing!". A survey of the choicer bits of their literature supports this conclusion.
Here is a short list of books critical to the perpetuation of high quality toffery and verified by yours truly as being worthy of copious damns.
1. The Jefferson Bible. Preferably the Smithsonian...
Here is a short list of books critical to the perpetuation of high quality toffery and verified by yours truly as being worthy of copious damns.
1. The Jefferson Bible. Preferably the Smithsonian...
#coffee
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PoetWarrior
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 11:16pm
11th Aug 2022 11:16pm
BAD DAY
A BAD DAY. The photo will tell you why. That’s my 2016 Mercedes C300 after it was towed to the garage… “customized by crash.” Early this afternoon, I parked in a shopping mall lot, in a heavy rain. A young lady whipped around a corner and lost control of her vehicle and plowed into the Benz. Fortunately, she was not physically hurt, but she could not stop a semi-hysterical crying binge. The body shop might be happy; I AM NOT.
#sadness
#anger
#frustration
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Aug 2022 4:57pm
11th Aug 2022 4:57pm
Scriptus Altisonous
The pelican, that greatest of all the birds of Christendom, provides to every aspiring author a token of their glorious tropospheric moments whenever they deign to cast off some of their better feathers. It is nature's invitation for man to cure and cut his daily quill, both actually and metaphorically, and partake of the exalted perception of the avian eye aloft! In time a toff reflexively glances at all creation through such a rarefied sense that it will become evident in his henceforward construction of altisonant script.
Until he sees a pair of brown shoes with a blue suit.
...
Until he sees a pair of brown shoes with a blue suit.
...
#technology
#consumerism
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