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Until it's time…

Afterwards in the temporary morguethe corpses whispered putrid storiesto the twilit void they once called home.They repeat the revolutionary versessang to a riot-geared audience, theirbutchers with cattle-prod arms. Theywhisper of a future never to be seen,a shining dream, an echoed legacythat darkly reeks inside their parlor.We wrapped the corpses, studentsworkers into records to be kept…

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No plows this year

Imagine thunder from artillerythe reek of mud and fleshthe fog-horn panic when we seeka subway safety belowwhen the war we never wantedcloses in;and I pray for ironwork of gunsfor bombs, grenades for enemies to dieinstead of us. and yet I crave for fairness and for peacefor swords that turned to plows.and deep within I knowmy foe must share my crave. Image generated from the first four line of…

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Gazed

Beneath her bangsthat sultry gazeenkindlesin my flesh and minddesire, lust and lossof plansexcept to falldevoted on my knees,beggingbeggingher to tethertightly meor forever set mefree to seekmy fortune inforgetfulness alone Generated by Dall-E using the first three lines as prompt (she shure has a lot of fingers) Today Punam hosts the Quadrille at dVerse and the word is Bang. December 9, 2024

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No Cakewalk

Far from a cake-walk, going from seasick sailors to bakers,with a hygienenot keeping pacewith consumer demands,Frasse, Janos and Hildingmade me awarethat birthday cakedropped from the topof my wishlist. With an unsavory mixof Freud, dough and snotblended with Chaplin,the “Cake”grew to a traumathat still makes me sickwhen exposedto an abundance of whipped cream. Today Melissa wants us to write…

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Tomorrow, Forever

Two AM.A sullen wind pulling the pine trees bidding farewell.Alone, as you can only be among strangers in an asylum, I hear voices from the corners. Accusing voices of promises broken from the turbulent past. “You pledged me an orchard, forever sunshine, a velvet sky were you drew stars” Around my scars the skin is bruised, voices rippling through my muscles. Convincing me to rip my bedsheet,…

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Thankfully you

… and then we danced, without a thoughtembracing a solitude broughtbeneath the empyrean skyall alone and entwined as treesin moonlight and sunshine set freeto survey with sensitive eyesalloy to one, being of twonow together alone we’re gluedforever each other untied. By Tylwyth Eldar – Own work, Public Domain, Today Grace hosts dVerse with a form new to me, the Nove Otto which is a 9 line 8…

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The predestined fall

The shallow orbit we ridethrough lesser known backwaterswith only Brodavian alloysto protect against the cosmic voidwe traverse bringing us closerand closer to the farthest pointof our journey that in fourteenhundred mondi-revolutionswill end our Portican expeditionto annihilate of the little liveswe have known. In the mean-timebetween birth and destructionwe like the robbits we sentbefore us,…

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Flowers

Within usthis flower, a willmaking better, a wantto supportto help with what’sgood. With not withoutthe casual wontto destroyand consumeto feel betterbut steal from the poor Why is it strangethat our flowers have withered? Flowers in a glass vaseJohn Constable Today Lisa hosts the Quadrille at dVerse, and the word to use in our Quadrille is with. As usual 44 words in the poem. As for the…

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Coward alone

Look at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything you doYeah, they were all yellowColdplay, Yellow (2000) Alone by the sea I stand, I stare and I lookat what was lost, what it took by the waves atmy feet, the sand in my socks, what’s lost to thepast when we were those two gazing at stars when, by the beach, I gaze and I lookfor you in the past in the glare of clouds. howechoes of…

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Bring back the dragon

Laired heavy on scalesatop diamonds and goldwrapped in her tail;she’s older than old. her breathing is fireher veins are from venom;all the humans are liarsbut lettered on vellum is the spell to subdueand bind her foreverto her treasure accrueit’s a hero’s endeavour lacking armour and swordhe’s cunning, a thiefbut armed with those wordsthe dragon’s asleep; a relief. rebuilding the citieswith…

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Generations beyond

Adrift now for more than the promised seven revolutions around alpha-3400x I sit alone on the seventh skydeck. Gazing into a darkness dotted with celestial bodies I reflect on the journey we started, the escape from the birthplace we had destroyed, we had been told that we would reach the colony in seven years time, whatever a year is without real seasons (everyone had voted for eternal summer).…

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November escape

A Cirrus-streaked aboveness, slate-grey galesravage ribcage, tears apart, murder maim.the westerner, November winds haul us sleet Watch bony boughs give way, they bend and flailsee centennial sentinels. pine-trees claimedto teeth of tearing tempests, shower-sheets. This deluge, below the fall, I hide, too frailto rest, to sleep when weather plays her gamesexhausted, far to walk on empty…

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Below the flagstones

—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be man Below the somber flagstonesburied bones forgotten ash While reckless shadows playin absentminded hide and seek Unconcerned the mindless sunwithout a thought is hanged to dry While fall is burning veinsof woodbine’s fingered leaves. Let’s waltz, forget the rot, let goand drown in ocean dreams again again. By Andrew…

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Irk/some

What’s thatthat irk/some itch,the glitchthat makes you watchthose loath/some actsthe facts, the catch,the this and thatthat spins your mindthat drives you nutsmakes you blindunease your gutsthe poisoned treatsthose nightmares leftat dawn? Savage Hump-ShakerMaria Primachenko Today De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse, our own little poetry form of 44 words including one given word which today is…

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Daughter dear

Daughter dear, with your tangled tressesfreckled skin, I love your crooked teeth, your clawsthat reek of rot, your breath. Outcast you, like mecaved for shelter, I singwith booming voicefor you, my daughter dearof moss, of stone, of trees. We cackle at the lily-normsof fragile human girls, pink-dressed glitter-voiceda gem to break by sticks and rocks Daughter dear, sleep and snore and…

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Choice (or not)

Are you chosen by joyin the way a dust-moth danceswithout effort in afternoon sunor as a sea-song goesto rest on the beach at sunsetas the moon-street guides youinto heavenly sleep? Or do you choose joy by smiling,when you wake at 5 ama Monday in November tolashes of rain on the window.or when you slip in rottingleaves left to diebypassed by cars and by life? Is there really a choiceor a way of…

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Blame(d)

WARNING: my prose can be disturbing for sensitive persons and is of course 100% fictional. As November darkness devours  my sanity I recall how it started already when traversing into October out of the Ninth-month. Midnight stretches its claws both into dusk and dawn. Sleep-deprived I reiterate my failures,  my inability to be relevant. I remember my ambitions, now fermenting into defeats.  I…