Least Read Non-Fiction Prose
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dichotomy
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 6:11am
9th Jul 2020 6:11am
Mix tape
We met for the first time
again
all those years ago
in a dorm
Do you remember?
I heard you first
your tunes
They were mine
All of them
even the ones I hadn’t heard yet
That is how you found me
how I knew it was you
again
Always too brief
our time together apart
Notes and beats
scattered across aeons
Find me
Again
again
all those years ago
in a dorm
Do you remember?
I heard you first
your tunes
They were mine
All of them
even the ones I hadn’t heard yet
That is how you found me
how I knew it was you
again
Always too brief
our time together apart
Notes and beats
scattered across aeons
Find me
Again
#birth
#death
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Bon_Mot
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 8:50pm
11th Jul 2020 8:50pm
Addressing the Left-wing motto: "Who can we blame next?"
Six generations ago, at the age of 22, my ancestor enlisted in the military (on the C.S.A. side). He was NOT a slave-holder and (as family documents and his diary recorded) felt “The belief that one man may hold dominion over another without that man’s consent is an abomination against the Lord and all his teachings.” A neighbor’s letter recounted my ancestor’s sharing lessons from “his Testament”--- likening the slavery of his times to the enslavement of the Jews and God’s terrible wrath brought down upon the Egyptians. THOSE principles of his are what make me proud of my ancestor, not...
#violence
#politics
#ignorance
#inequality
#DomesticViolence
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Bon_Mot
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 11:24am
11th Jul 2020 11:24am
An Open Letter to law breaking demonstrators, anarchists, agitators and their criminal sycophants:
Consider----
“an uncontrolled or uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of the people.”-
Robert Kennedy
“the Revolution revolutionizes the Counter-Revolution.”-
Regis DeBray
“You say you want a revolution….but when you talk about destruction, don’t you know you can count me out…” –
John Lennon
Of course, Black lives matter. ALL LIVES MATTER! The liberty, protection and rights to equality for ALL Americans are NOT debatable points. It’s too bad that the efforts to move those goals closer to fruition have been co-opted by...
“an uncontrolled or uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of the people.”-
Robert Kennedy
“the Revolution revolutionizes the Counter-Revolution.”-
Regis DeBray
“You say you want a revolution….but when you talk about destruction, don’t you know you can count me out…” –
John Lennon
Of course, Black lives matter. ALL LIVES MATTER! The liberty, protection and rights to equality for ALL Americans are NOT debatable points. It’s too bad that the efforts to move those goals closer to fruition have been co-opted by...
#violence
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#rebellion
#DomesticViolence
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Pho3nix19xx
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 9:01pm
8th Jul 2020 9:01pm
I Stared Down the Barrel of a Gun Today - An Open Letter
I stared down the barrel of a gun today. Why? I have no idea, but that’s a lie. I do know the reason, but I wish I didn’t. You see, I was no endangering myself nor anyone else. I had no intention of causing harm to anyone. My hands were not concealed within pockets and I was not reaching to the back of my waistline either. My hands were at my sides casual and relaxed. Un-provoking. I stared down the barrel of a gun today.
I will fully to having experienced moments of depression. Deep sadness, confusion, mental captivity, and imprisonment. Everyone does at some point. Life is...
I will fully to having experienced moments of depression. Deep sadness, confusion, mental captivity, and imprisonment. Everyone does at some point. Life is...
#racism
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
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missjem56
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 3:56pm
4th Jul 2020 3:56pm
To My Daughter, How I Met Your Mother
It all started about 14 years before i met your mother 30 years ago. i was about 20 years had just fallen truly madly deeply in love with the wonderful Jacqui in Teignmouth, Devon. I was young,and still ferrel! i think we lasted about a year, within a few months, i'd been in an 70mph car accident, the driver hadn't mentioned it wasn't his car, and i ended up with 200 hours of community service, the probation service gave me 2 options, one was laying railway sleepers down on a cliff footpath in Dawlish, the other was to work in a childrens home, which i did, i ended up staying on as a...
#love
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
#transgender
#daughter
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 5:52pm
5th Jul 2020 5:52pm
Becoming a High School Graduate
I dropped out of school on August 29, 1986 at the age of fifteen. When I dropped out, I made myself a promise that I would get my high school diploma at some point in the future. I received my high school diploma in the mail twenty-five years ago today. It was a correspondence school that cost me about $400. I became a high school graduate a quarter of a century ago.
I had to study for over two years to get my diploma. I began studying in April of 1993 and I finished in June of 1995. No, it's not a GED. Many people make the mistake of thinking that it's a GED, but it's not. It's a...
I had to study for over two years to get my diploma. I began studying in April of 1993 and I finished in June of 1995. No, it's not a GED. Many people make the mistake of thinking that it's a GED, but it's not. It's a...
#school
#nonfiction
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 12:41pm
8th Jul 2020 12:41pm
blood drink 3, blended flour 4, mallow flower and auction
General Application
After planning on the banks of April the months dryness is eliminated and Hugo the Son of Hong Rada cries half-breed to the birds of the sky. It is 10:11 p.m. His eyes are wide open tonight.
Some people on palm trees have scattered over nature's scenery, spending a lot of time on public transport in South London until the end of the 14th. They are basking in the light of 15 stories about 13 Happy Martyrs, of which 17 more are needed in England, specifically at Canterbury.
Bethlehem is just happy that once a day you now...
After planning on the banks of April the months dryness is eliminated and Hugo the Son of Hong Rada cries half-breed to the birds of the sky. It is 10:11 p.m. His eyes are wide open tonight.
Some people on palm trees have scattered over nature's scenery, spending a lot of time on public transport in South London until the end of the 14th. They are basking in the light of 15 stories about 13 Happy Martyrs, of which 17 more are needed in England, specifically at Canterbury.
Bethlehem is just happy that once a day you now...
#myself
#hurt
#surreal
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Madintellect
Mike stew
Mike stew
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 6:12am
24th Jun 2020 6:12am
One more year
Well it's been three years now since I had had the whole world in my head. Amen hates me but I don't know why that is. A man is a real family royal family that is in control of the world. I was living on the streets for three years, there's no reason for me to ever go back there again. I had a day everyday, no I don't know why I can't just get a job I need to do what I got to do. The whole world is in my head, it's the craziest thing that ever happened to me. I have a new girlfriend now. We've been going out now for over a month and things are going good. Her name is Holly and I like her a...
#hope
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
29th Jun 2020 2:18pm
29th Jun 2020 2:18pm
Drinking Rubbing Alcohol
My cousin's sister died four years before he did. She died in 2015. She was addicted to a prescription drug. Her name was Christine. I don't know what kind of pill that she was hooked on. All that I know is that it was a prescription drug.
She was unable to get the pills and she did something that wasn't smart. She believed that drinking rubbing alcohol would be the same as taking the pills. She drank some and it killed her. She suffered tremendously. She didn't die immediately though. She lived for a few months and then she died. I don't know how much she drank but it was enough...
She was unable to get the pills and she did something that wasn't smart. She believed that drinking rubbing alcohol would be the same as taking the pills. She drank some and it killed her. She suffered tremendously. She didn't die immediately though. She lived for a few months and then she died. I don't know how much she drank but it was enough...
#death
#alcohol
#addiction
#suffering
#nonfiction
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Meridian
Poem Published
1st Jul 2020 10:00am
1st Jul 2020 10:00am
She was sunrise
I've never been the same since she died. Ever since I look at things differently like as if I'm looking from a shell at a world around me. Mostly observing
Not interacting. Just kinda coasting. It takes a lot of energy to hide the pain.
She was there even when I was a jerk. Which during high school was a lot.
I'm grateful for the chance to make things right during her last 9 months.
There was a lot of misunderstandings and resentments throughout the years.
Some people don't get that chance. By the end she was the closest person to me. Every chance I get I stop by her...
Not interacting. Just kinda coasting. It takes a lot of energy to hide the pain.
She was there even when I was a jerk. Which during high school was a lot.
I'm grateful for the chance to make things right during her last 9 months.
There was a lot of misunderstandings and resentments throughout the years.
Some people don't get that chance. By the end she was the closest person to me. Every chance I get I stop by her...
#mother
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Anxnymxus
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 2:30pm
24th Jun 2020 2:30pm
A Quote
'Live a life you will remember.'' Avicii said.
''Live a life you want to remember.'' That's what I said.
''Live a life you want to remember.'' That's what I said.
#memories
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Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
29th Jun 2020 7:10pm
29th Jun 2020 7:10pm
The Death of UKAuthors.com
Years ago, in a lovely little corner of cyberspace, there existed a wonderful writing website named UKAuthors.com. It was a site that hosted many poets and fiction writers who were genuinely talented and interesting in their diversely different ways.
The fate of this website gives some interesting insights into the human character, in particular the character of the mediocre. By “the mediocre”, I mean people with no discernible depth, imagination, intelligence, courage, ambition, passion, understanding or talent.
Like I say, there were some brilliant...
The fate of this website gives some interesting insights into the human character, in particular the character of the mediocre. By “the mediocre”, I mean people with no discernible depth, imagination, intelligence, courage, ambition, passion, understanding or talent.
Like I say, there were some brilliant...
#lies
#betrayal
#hypocrisy
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DU Poetry : Least Read Non-Fiction Prose: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters
