Least Read Non-Fiction Prose
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
24th Sep 2020 8:40pm
24th Sep 2020 8:40pm
Why I Hate Guns
This article is about my hatred of guns. When I was a teenager, I thought it would be cool to own a gun, but I changed my mind. Don't get me wrong. I'm not one of these people who wants to disarm America. I have no problem with people owning a gun or guns. But only if they are responsible. If you are an irresponsible gun owner, you should have your gun or guns taken away immediately.
A couple of gun owners turned me against guns. One of these things happened here in Tennessee close to thirty years ago. On a cold winter night, a nine year old girl was chilly. She decided to get an...
A couple of gun owners turned me against guns. One of these things happened here in Tennessee close to thirty years ago. On a cold winter night, a nine year old girl was chilly. She decided to get an...
#children
#death
#tragedy #nonfiction
#tragedy #nonfiction
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TimWombles
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 3:56pm
26th Sep 2020 3:56pm
Right to Poverty
Her boyfriend told her he loved her, that he was her rock, her savior, that he would be with her always.
Then the rabbit died.
He ran so fast that light couldn't catch him.
And she was left all alone.
or maybe someone she knew, or didn't know decided to force himself on her and she knew that every time she peered at the face of her child she would see her attacker, every look a reminder.
Could you do it?
No one wants an abortion. They just want a life.
In the 'good old days' before Roe versus Wade, women went to the back rooms where butchers would perform...
Then the rabbit died.
He ran so fast that light couldn't catch him.
And she was left all alone.
or maybe someone she knew, or didn't know decided to force himself on her and she knew that every time she peered at the face of her child she would see her attacker, every look a reminder.
Could you do it?
No one wants an abortion. They just want a life.
In the 'good old days' before Roe versus Wade, women went to the back rooms where butchers would perform...
#women
#politics
#LifeStruggles
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Em-ily
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 5:54pm
25th Sep 2020 5:54pm
If it's me
If it's me, and i think it is, i'm sorry. If you are J, or if you are C
I love you both so much
Please know, I was not there, for the last two years. I was drowned. And I was not there for the 40 or so years before that. I spent every moment of that time knowing that i wasn't there, and *trying* to be, and daydreaming what it would be like.
it wasn't until the middle of covid, that i came back, but by that time, I'd already broken both of your hearts. I know this. You were both my...
I love you both so much
Please know, I was not there, for the last two years. I was drowned. And I was not there for the 40 or so years before that. I spent every moment of that time knowing that i wasn't there, and *trying* to be, and daydreaming what it would be like.
it wasn't until the middle of covid, that i came back, but by that time, I'd already broken both of your hearts. I know this. You were both my...
#sadness
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Backmomentarily
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 1:09am
26th Sep 2020 1:09am
Hailing
The pages of me began to unfurl as lines recited upon the subtle frailties of my marble inset skin
like acid washed porous page skeletons laid out in observance to dreary days; an ode
where chemistry in the form of water took over our last lust, pardoning or separating words/ worlds-
those afforded or allotted between the journal and it's occasional reader once commenced
into those long hauling, hailing, reigning rows of sea
Yet there is a land; I have been there.
like acid washed porous page skeletons laid out in observance to dreary days; an ode
where chemistry in the form of water took over our last lust, pardoning or separating words/ worlds-
those afforded or allotted between the journal and it's occasional reader once commenced
into those long hauling, hailing, reigning rows of sea
Yet there is a land; I have been there.
#LifeStruggles
#nature
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hanagara
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 4:22am
21st Sep 2020 4:22am
私が反省するのは、
何かは誰もどっかで聞いたほうがドラマチックやったと思うけど、こんな詳細にはわからんかって、光って熱量持つから怖いけど ...
何かは誰もどっかで聞いたほうがドラマチックやったと思うけど、こんな詳細にはわからんかって、光って熱量持つから怖いけど ...
#kindness
#hope
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 00:24am
26th Sep 2020 00:24am
55th Wedding Anniversary
Today would've been Mom and Dad's 55th anniversary if they had lived. They were married on September 25, 1965. Dad was seventeen (almost eighteen) at the time. Mom was also only seventeen.
They were both so young that they both needed a parent's permission. Mom's older sister thought she could sign for Mom to get married, but she learned that only a parent or guardian could do it.
Papaw Greene (Mom's Dad) was having his supper when he was asked to sign. Papaw Greene said "Let me finish eating my hot dog and I'll sign".
My brother and his wife (Rick and Vernie)...
They were both so young that they both needed a parent's permission. Mom's older sister thought she could sign for Mom to get married, but she learned that only a parent or guardian could do it.
Papaw Greene (Mom's Dad) was having his supper when he was asked to sign. Papaw Greene said "Let me finish eating my hot dog and I'll sign".
My brother and his wife (Rick and Vernie)...
#marriage
#anniversary
#nonfiction
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hanagara
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 4:48am
21st Sep 2020 4:48am
Art
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am familiar with Manga and Plane art.
am familiar with Manga and Plane art.
#universe
#gratitude
#admiration
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Em-ily
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 00:34am
22nd Sep 2020 00:34am
Poem About Yesterday Afternoon
This is another song i had last week at
lunch in New Orleans. Although i think
it makes you feel like a horse. So i think
i'll tell you about it.
In the past, i thought i would go outside
the church at some point during the day
Sit down (i went there today) and think
to talk to the nun. i don’t know any
nuns, but i do know.
i think they are very good. At least i
think beauty is beautiful. And all the ...
lunch in New Orleans. Although i think
it makes you feel like a horse. So i think
i'll tell you about it.
In the past, i thought i would go outside
the church at some point during the day
Sit down (i went there today) and think
to talk to the nun. i don’t know any
nuns, but i do know.
i think they are very good. At least i
think beauty is beautiful. And all the ...
#love
#spiritual
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personanongrata
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 6:01pm
22nd Sep 2020 6:01pm
BABYLON IS FALLING
Babylon, the mother of all whores is falling.
The veil of ignorance and illusion rises for those who have the will to defend their innate right, that of freedom.
Babylon is burning. And through its ashes a new Earth emerges.
It is an important moment of change and rebirth. Destructive forces, symbolized by the Greek god of war Aris(Mars), the Hindu goddess Kali, and even by the essence of the concept of Christian revelation, flatten everything to make room for the new. Our planet is changing, and the planet is changing us.
The world seems to move around as if they...
The veil of ignorance and illusion rises for those who have the will to defend their innate right, that of freedom.
Babylon is burning. And through its ashes a new Earth emerges.
It is an important moment of change and rebirth. Destructive forces, symbolized by the Greek god of war Aris(Mars), the Hindu goddess Kali, and even by the essence of the concept of Christian revelation, flatten everything to make room for the new. Our planet is changing, and the planet is changing us.
The world seems to move around as if they...
#identity
#evolution
#SelfReflection
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Em-ily
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 1:38pm
23rd Sep 2020 1:38pm
Poem About Tomorrow
I said, "Spiritual help."
I always have God’s prayers.
“Put it in,” I said.
And we will talk about the ancients called a Christ and a Buddha -
Thay are powerful magicians in the long term. They seek not only to attain enlightenment, but to bring it, as well. They accurate inner knowledge and pretty precise astrological dynamics. Pinpoint, even.
They have great spiritual knowledge of deep work and always appear to be in the right place at the right time, even when they appear to be in the wrong place. They...
I always have God’s prayers.
“Put it in,” I said.
And we will talk about the ancients called a Christ and a Buddha -
Thay are powerful magicians in the long term. They seek not only to attain enlightenment, but to bring it, as well. They accurate inner knowledge and pretty precise astrological dynamics. Pinpoint, even.
They have great spiritual knowledge of deep work and always appear to be in the right place at the right time, even when they appear to be in the wrong place. They...
#love
#spiritual
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
9th Sep 2020 2:15pm
9th Sep 2020 2:15pm
Fifty
My cousin would've turned fifty today if he hadn't died in 2019. His name was John Brown and he was born on September 9, 1970. He would've been on this earth for half a century if he hadn't died. He died because he used drugs.
John started out smoking pot and later did worse drugs like Meth. All John cared about was getting high and chasing women. He had the habit of finding the wrong kind of women and doing drugs. If he had said no to drugs, he'd be alive today.
When John came to my house a few years ago, I knew that he had been doing Meth. I said to him "You've been...
John started out smoking pot and later did worse drugs like Meth. All John cared about was getting high and chasing women. He had the habit of finding the wrong kind of women and doing drugs. If he had said no to drugs, he'd be alive today.
When John came to my house a few years ago, I knew that he had been doing Meth. I said to him "You've been...
#death
#birthday
#drugs #nonfiction
#drugs #nonfiction
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Neoma
Poem Published
24th Aug 2020 4:12pm
24th Aug 2020 4:12pm
My Transgender Diaries (Winter 2018–Spring 2019)
You've known this feeling for a long
time–it ebbs and flows and for weeks
on end you think you've got it licked–
but then it hits again like a tsunami. It
conveys the message, direct and
personal, not at all confidential
That Everything is lost,
That Everything is compromised,
That Nothing was ever right, not even
from the start,
All the dreams, all the magic, all the
wonder,
All the Hope
Are all just lies,
Everyone you know thinks you're crazy,
Everyone you know thinks you need...
time–it ebbs and flows and for weeks
on end you think you've got it licked–
but then it hits again like a tsunami. It
conveys the message, direct and
personal, not at all confidential
That Everything is lost,
That Everything is compromised,
That Nothing was ever right, not even
from the start,
All the dreams, all the magic, all the
wonder,
All the Hope
Are all just lies,
Everyone you know thinks you're crazy,
Everyone you know thinks you need...
#nonfiction
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DU Poetry : Least Read Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
