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Rigged current

Tides of life rise,with aim to consume. Stay afloat by ceaseless sculling—and count self lucky—from one day to the next. Tides rise wildlyin the face of a leadership monopoly,dark skies hanging over,illuminated by bureaucratic lightningand claps of thunder—their storm making violent the tide. Swimming blindly,no reset button in sight,no cure to the malady—of corrupt statesmen—with a Get Out of…

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#30daysrantchallenge

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PRAYER PRAYER PRAYER!

Daily writing promptWhat strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?View all responses Works all the time! 🙂

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The Controversy of Complexion

Even the wild cannot escapethe controversy of complexion. “Genetic mutation”—basis for darkness marinated in feline fur. Empirical reasoning—”melanism,”yet beauty, demeaned by idealism. Still, this knight—of the darkest nights,of majestic, melanated hue, boasts its shifting shades—blackish-brown, grey, and blue. On dverse Poet pub its all about Complaint, a poem of lament. However I have…

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The Journey of a Prodigal Daughter

How You Kept p with Me This Long! Stubborn and restless, yet held close to your chest—the prodigal, rebelling against your cause. Fighting the tide, divine plans set aside,trading my crown, seeking the world.I drink in the lie,toil and compromise—princess turned pauper. Are the detours by my hand,or do I blame the whispering liar?Drowning in noise and distraction,disappointment and shame—just…

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The logic of AI and Humanity's fate

Although the following message was sent to me as a video (MP4), I felt that we should share the audio version as a way to focus on its essence. In the recording below, ChatGPT is asked how, if he were the devil, he would keep man from God. The response is mind-blowing. Here is also a screenshot of another query using the same Generative AI tool. You will agree with me that these responses are…

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The Window Washer

The Window Washer Who can judge? Covetous deviant!Or what other nature-takes on such a task? Peering through open “frames”,imagination—the superpower—a transportation to alternate parlors,for momentary encounters of what is not. Still daydreaming,yet hand in rotatory motion,cleaning. Covetous deviant? No!For every day’s daydream,the sacrifice—the more. The higher the climb—come what may the…

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Would I look between my legs?

Daily writing promptAre you superstitious?View all responses Where I come from, there is a belief that if you want to see a ghost, you need only go to a marketplace in the dead of night—bend over and look between your legs, and voilà! You will be visually transported to the realm of wandering souls in the marketplace. This action supposedly even reveals those in the market who are actually of…

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Chillin'

outside seeking self yet fazed by gossiping breeze her voice playing within the leaves and trees lulling me to sleep perhaps I will find “self” where her story takes me…

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Hoots of thunder in twilight

Away sounds of distant thunder sparks prayer for cool weather for a moment humidity flees  silence is broken by rustling trees  sounds of night competing as distant thunder abates the heat coming dawn gazes upon the scene coming unforgiving Sun- not caring a hoot…     Sitting in my chair, the crack of distant thunder inspired this piece. I hope it does justice to this week’s Quadrille prompt on…

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I am the walrus🎵🎶

Daily writing promptWhich animal would you compare yourself to and why?View all responses “Just kidding! I bear no resemblance to the walrus—just thought I’d entertain you while you’re here. 🙂 I, for one, see myself more as an elephant, and for good reason: An elephant never forgets! Funny as it may sound, my love for elephants began in my teens. I had watched Disney’s Jungle Book countless…

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... are we good?

Daily writing promptWrite a letter to your 100-year-old self.View all responses Hi! How’s it going? Are we doing okay? Did the world ‘as we know it’ finally end? What’s the situation on global warming? Has AI finally taken over? How is our baby girl? Are you and Sena still best of friends?  Any grandkids? I truly hope you’re in a good place and time right now. If you’re reading this, it means…

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NH3 …Think Chemistry

What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance? This one goes out to all the science geeks in the house! 🥳 My middle name is Amoniya- and while it may sounds like the Chemical compound Ammonia at first glance, its actually a different pronunciation with 4 syllables instead of 3: “A-mo-Ni-Ya” … and it means “person without jealousy”.

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Pseudonym

‘Came by way of a thief in the night Said Ma’ Initially unwanted by … Papa Four months too soon Preterm Complication stirred up intercession … Please stay Decades since, “Celebration” in my name “FK” 😉 Festival King, FK for short, is obviously not my real name – BUT just so you know, my pseudo is coined from my first and last names … First name actually meaning “Celebration”:) An old…

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OTARU

I and the Land of the rising sun, for where lies our connection? Simple me, Nigerian born- Daughter to the dark continent- From the Kukuruku hills- Descendant of a sovereign's son I am "King" in this kingdom speak my name and interpret- this inheritance one day for marriage I'll forfeit Last name will be gone, set sail like the many ships from Otaru's shores Yes I am also she, in the Land of…

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Wetin...?

Daily writing promptWhat is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.View all responses Hello! And if you haven’t experienced it yet, welcome to a quick intro to Nigerian Pidgin! 🙂 The word “Wetin” is a Nigerian Pidgin word that means “what.” For example, “Wetin dey happen?” means “What is going on?” Now, my mom—who also happens to be my housemate (Love you, Mama!)—is the absolute worst at…

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ABDUCTION Fable

Nay not ever the same, seized From Gaya’s bosom, snatched As she slumbered, luminosity And then a pause, theories of Time dismissed as time becomes abyss. Celestial captors poking-prodding, she Much ado’s about nothing, mentally Floating, dreamy sensations cold as death-hot As hell, barely conscious she dreams of Beaming lights, silhouettes of demons Peering over her naked form, Fighting her…