Least Read Non-Fiction Prose
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 11:17pm
15th Jan 2025 11:17pm
OBAMA
A simple slogan for his two-term campaign
As he waltzed right through to hold America’s reign.
With every stride and every step, he paved upon
His imprint slogan, “Change [Americans] Can Count On.”
His certainty, assertiveness, and lean demeanor
Placed arrogance and haughtiness on the back steamer.
Courteous smile and well-mannered self
Proved such simplicity bore a mine of wealth
Deep within the essence of his being.
Whether his slogan was taken
Or mis-taken
Whether deemed positive or negative
It was definitely not...
As he waltzed right through to hold America’s reign.
With every stride and every step, he paved upon
His imprint slogan, “Change [Americans] Can Count On.”
His certainty, assertiveness, and lean demeanor
Placed arrogance and haughtiness on the back steamer.
Courteous smile and well-mannered self
Proved such simplicity bore a mine of wealth
Deep within the essence of his being.
Whether his slogan was taken
Or mis-taken
Whether deemed positive or negative
It was definitely not...
#politics
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 3:00pm
7th Nov 2024 3:00pm
Humanity, whatever once you were...
Humanity, whatever once you were,
Has gone the wayside by.
Share ye a coffee, share ye a tea,
Share ye a sigh and wonder why.
Tears will cry until they dry. Oh life,
However once you tried,
To make of men their better selves,
Has been, by stubborn choice, denied.
Let us now play it as it lies- humanity,
Whatever once you were, is for the birds.
To live now is to be absurd. So be absurd.
Has gone the wayside by.
Share ye a coffee, share ye a tea,
Share ye a sigh and wonder why.
Tears will cry until they dry. Oh life,
However once you tried,
To make of men their better selves,
Has been, by stubborn choice, denied.
Let us now play it as it lies- humanity,
Whatever once you were, is for the birds.
To live now is to be absurd. So be absurd.
#courage
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 00:49am
16th Jul 2024 00:49am
An excerpt.
ACT ONE : SCENE 1
“But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure?
Answer: Of himself. Well, so I will talk about myself.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground
"He was born with a gift of laughter
and a sense that the world was mad."
- Rafael Sabatini, Scaramouche.
A stage shrouded in darkness. The rhythmic thump of darts punctuates the silence.
Thnnnkk
...
“But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure?
Answer: Of himself. Well, so I will talk about myself.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground
"He was born with a gift of laughter
and a sense that the world was mad."
- Rafael Sabatini, Scaramouche.
A stage shrouded in darkness. The rhythmic thump of darts punctuates the silence.
Thnnnkk
...
#confessional
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ChaosScripted
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
Prophetic Vision: 2:20 am, January 21, 2024
This is the vision that came to me from the Lord, my Father Above:
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
#faith
#rebirth
#sacrifice
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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FeNyX
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2021 7:35pm
3rd Jun 2021 7:35pm
A Day In The Life Or How I lived Through High School
(1982-1986+)
Yeah I'm old ... but I remember those days vividly. I was on natural full hormone therapy so a lot of my time was spent staring at women. Braless, panty lines, bending over, walking away, sideways into button bloused caches of mysterious wonderment. I learned how to look a girl in the eyes while her nipples poked through her T-Shirt. No small feat even today.
Sex seemed even more everywhere than todays online porn culture, with most advertisements screaming sexual innuendos and double entendres like a middle school boys club. I genuinely...
Yeah I'm old ... but I remember those days vividly. I was on natural full hormone therapy so a lot of my time was spent staring at women. Braless, panty lines, bending over, walking away, sideways into button bloused caches of mysterious wonderment. I learned how to look a girl in the eyes while her nipples poked through her T-Shirt. No small feat even today.
Sex seemed even more everywhere than todays online porn culture, with most advertisements screaming sexual innuendos and double entendres like a middle school boys club. I genuinely...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
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missjem56
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 1:41pm
17th Jan 2025 1:41pm
Greetings Earthlings!
I sometimes wonder (i actually wonder a lot!)
If i'm actually an alien from a faraway world
If so, what is my reason/purpose on this planet?
Did i volunteer? was it a holiday destination
And therefore is planet earth, my Hotel California!
(Stop the world, i wanna get off!)
Or maybe i was sent here for the heinious crime of poeting!
Am i here for life? or will i be collected ET fashion?
But i fear interplanetary space travel
May set my vertigo off, as it scales new heights!
Fliggle woggle doop!
("I came in peace, but left in pieces!)...
If i'm actually an alien from a faraway world
If so, what is my reason/purpose on this planet?
Did i volunteer? was it a holiday destination
And therefore is planet earth, my Hotel California!
(Stop the world, i wanna get off!)
Or maybe i was sent here for the heinious crime of poeting!
Am i here for life? or will i be collected ET fashion?
But i fear interplanetary space travel
May set my vertigo off, as it scales new heights!
Fliggle woggle doop!
("I came in peace, but left in pieces!)...
#funny
#philosophical
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
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mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:11pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:11pm
a man's BROKEN EGO WONT BE PUNISHED but a innocent girl jailed for winning from attempt murder on her
#LifeChangingMoment
#manipulation
#morality #prison
#morality #prison
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FeNyX
Poem Published
5th Jun 2021 6:50pm
5th Jun 2021 6:50pm
Home At 1am Or No One's Name On That One
Home At 1am Or No One's Name On That One
I could have left earlier, but I hated going home. At 15 freedom had narrow windows, which I pushed to the limit and beyond. I was James Bond with all the gadgets and prescience. Zukof ... Alan Zukof ... lol
I was hyper aware and in great shape, though I didn't think so then. There was always better around the next corner, next bend in the road, next girl. A fatal flaw that I used to drive me then, until I learned better. Feats of athletic wonder did little to impress gangs and bullies on the...
I could have left earlier, but I hated going home. At 15 freedom had narrow windows, which I pushed to the limit and beyond. I was James Bond with all the gadgets and prescience. Zukof ... Alan Zukof ... lol
I was hyper aware and in great shape, though I didn't think so then. There was always better around the next corner, next bend in the road, next girl. A fatal flaw that I used to drive me then, until I learned better. Feats of athletic wonder did little to impress gangs and bullies on the...
#love
#LifeStruggles
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BrookeAlynn
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 6:53pm
10th Jun 2024 6:53pm
Forgiveness
All I want to do is sleep anymore.
I curl up on the couch with my pillow, which is a stuffed bear I've had for ten years, he fits my neck perfectly. He needs a wash and new stuffing quite frankly, to once again engorge his once plump belly like a bear should have.
But he is as tired as I am and showing his age as well.
Everyone picks on me, oh there's mom, sleeping with her stuffed animal.
Yes, I sleep on the couch so I can watch over the house from a clear vantage point.
Everything about that day changed me.
Ironically though, it not only changed me...
I curl up on the couch with my pillow, which is a stuffed bear I've had for ten years, he fits my neck perfectly. He needs a wash and new stuffing quite frankly, to once again engorge his once plump belly like a bear should have.
But he is as tired as I am and showing his age as well.
Everyone picks on me, oh there's mom, sleeping with her stuffed animal.
Yes, I sleep on the couch so I can watch over the house from a clear vantage point.
Everything about that day changed me.
Ironically though, it not only changed me...
#courage
#emotions
#hope
#love
#redemption
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Jade72
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 10:20pm
27th Jan 2025 10:20pm
A mom's despair
I have a child who tried to take his life a couple of years back
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.
It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.
He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.
In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.
He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#mother
#suicide
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FeNyX
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 4:11am
18th Jun 2021 4:11am
Personal Update
Not looking for sympathy, just explaining ... been a hell couple of weeks personally ... sadly becoming more frequent with this random ass disease ... so am (ok) ... just hard to focus on other things when you are trying to immerse yourself in things that help you forget the pain ... last December and June were similar so I expect more of the same and each a bit worse than the last ... and the in-between times are their own roller coaster of lesser, but no less frustrating issues ... when I don't post or write now, 9 out of 10 times it's because I'm struggling with above ...
Love...
Love...
#love
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mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
ill tell you my sins save my tears plz (everyone's disapproval she giggled at a funeral that day she knew she was ill)
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #suicide
#PTSD #suicide
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DU Poetry : Least Read Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
