Citizens of protocol Watch them follow Let them suffer in peace

To the civilization that is slowly losing its culture, This message is for you. To the parents that have spared the rod and spoiled the child, This message is for you. To the children that use a greeting for elders, to please each other, This…

She brought it all inside in a large basket The first harvest was all she hoped for Taking each eggplant and pepper up And cleaning the flesh between her soft hands   The water scattered earth around the sink And ran down in a little…

Paris me manque. I write in my book. Dreams of France, past journeys and new adventures. Scanning the pages of words written so long ago. Collected memories of old love made new again. Have I not sought you out again? Looked to you for advice…

Your love is inconstant and I’m uncertain if I care. Your moods roll like the Pacific and I am just a shell. I have washed up on your shore like a man once lost at sea. My soul cries out for yours. Won’t you set…

When I looked at her I could see All that wild in her eyes She held the universe in her smile And it shined brighter than the sun But I could also see the things She tried so hard not to show The dark parts…

In the hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit, that’s what I imagined, When I was young, I longed to be a fearsome Dwarf or Elven King, A ranger from whom goblins flee or wizard upon Eagle’s wing, But as of late, it seems…

Well my dear girl, heaven is what you believe it to be. Mine is built courtesy of The Wizard of Oz and The Care Bears. When my imagine comes to life and I see places unseen I dream that heaven is beautiful and colorful, joyous….

From Prompt 12, my line is “It’s rare that a story begins at the beginning.” Martini Splash By Sandy Lender   Amid the laughter and clanking of glasses Over the jazz, but under the radar of my BFF, Aqua Velva touches my arm like he…

I leaned back, looking at a blue sky, and perhaps to some other eyes it’s grey, or green, or deep purple, but the wind was soft and the air was pure, and as a child I thought how sweet life must be with watermelon, warm…