Category: Classic
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foggy path
she strutted through the open doorto a photograph on the room walla supermodel in a nude pose starreddown at hershe had come to say goodbyeto years gone by every girlhe’s tried to bendinto a relationship, brokeno choice but to let it all goseems he too had come to the terminusof writhing in wrath and endless…
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Flight mode activated
Eve of RamadanGrandmothers, children and half a villagePursue a sheep in flightLucky runners winning blisters from hot collisions along the way“Catch me if you can!”The sheep seems to bleat in mockeryAs it narrowly misses sticks and insultsHurled at itThe villagers pursue harderMumbling prayersMumbling strengthFrom Allah the Most Merciful
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If you believe
in every heroyou saw yourself, Rambo,Van Dame, Beastmaster,Schwarzenegger, Texas Rangerand the hustler in a ghettowho believed in a brighter tomorrow why have you let a few tearsyou’ve shed over the yearsdampen your belief in yourselfand steal the joy in goals you’ve set?give ignitiononce again, to your ambitions autumn is timefor shedding leaves, go ahead and…
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Temptation
have you seen a Phariseein a pharmacy?ever heard of a rattlesnakein a milkshake?or an ice creamfrom a wet dream? saw it in a Hollywoodmovie staged in InglewoodCaliforniawhere the protagonist had herniawho ever thoughthis idle mind would be the next stop for a devil on a guilt tripsuch a weird filmof how unbriddled inclinationscould be tools…
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call me Caesar
call me Caesarruler of the wild and unconventionalanointed with scars into a starand symbol of dominionmy genes are allergic to defeatborn to keep risingbecause kings do not falleven in the noise of warmthand comfortwe hear the call of the wildto return to the greatnesswe livedon rough roadsin tough jungles https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/09/26/what-do-you-see-153-september-262022/
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One sea, Two scenes
Birds on a seashoreTweeting gleefully, like kids on a seesawFamiliar notes, like those of a theme songPositive vibes, for the weak and strong Waves, heaving like a sleeping dragonIts patience, creaking like a weeping wagonFuming, like a seething PythonAll its theatrics, fleeting, bygone https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/20/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-theatrics-september-20-2022/
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How does it feel?
What does it meanto be a mother? To what can labor pains be comparedfor a man to understand? How does it feelto mother ingratitude,to raise an ungrateful child? How does it feelafter 9 monthsof 9 hellsto be unwelcomed homeby an abusive husband? How does a mother feelseeing her childthat reminds herof how far they bothhave…
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Festival of dreams
Inhabitants of villages in the darknessof a dark continentof black peoplewith dark hopesin the city of lights for the first timethe mesmerizing effectsmake a people feel guiltyfor staining the bedazzling sightwith their inferior skin and identitythey wonderif there’s space in the lightfor the blacksomewhere in the massesstands a little black boyblind to critics, racists,politricks,politics, and…
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Eighteen Long Years ( Published at MasticadoresUSA )
I am pleased to announce that my poem “Eighteen Long Years” has been published at MasticadoresUSA. I would like to thank Gabriella Marie Milton and the team at MasticadoresUSA for showcasing my piece. Special thanks to Grace Y. Estevez ( GraceoftheSun ) Here’s the link to the poem: https://wp.me/pbttrx-18O
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seventies
born in the ninetiesattached to anything antiquewatching a music video of the 70sa disco in Cape Towndazzling streets, hypnotizing sounds of artists, young, gifted, and blackmusicians with incredible knackfor releasing subtly lustful trackstracks on weedfor dancers on heat vanityinsanityof the seventiesfantasies ofa nineties born https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/09/12/what-do-you-see-151-september-12-2022/
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