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Melted, running off the plate Satiate Hurry kids Run in quick before it is too late. grilled up slapped on bread. On a pizza for my cheese head. Feta mozarella and some blend. They eat up til the end. Cheese on watermelon? Getting weird! Cheese…

by this light held slowly the universe opens up to the heart of all that is in the soft hands of darkness waiting for dancing to stop so the fullness of this moment can be realised for those who have forgotten that when we slow…

  The smile which she once wore has gone unseen so long even she has no clue where to find it.   (A cinquain is composed of five lines with a syllabic count of 2/4/6/8/2.)

  Our future to see What will our injustice and cruelty flout cleaning up the historic debris as we exercise our newfound clout   The politicians with all the words of know will no longer have their show They will be put where they belong…

Do You Have a Refuge?   Trials of life will come – no need to pray for that All you need is to be a human being Failures and disappointments will come – I do not pray it for any It’s just what it is…

  Hr. 10 Prompt 22, 2017 Picture Image: Madame Pierre Gautreau John Singer Sargent 1884 she stands rigid almost like a statue balancing herself steady and strong while looking away contradicting that strength as if hiding sheltering herself

  I sit and watch the clock, hear its slothlike tock, ask one last time for inspiration.   (A four-line poem consists of four lines with a syllabic count of 1/5/5/9.)

“In an ocean so huge, We lie so tiny.     The ocean churns, Like a fruit in a smoothie, With storms so violent, Waves rise and crash, Back into the ocean, Yielding no mercy, To the unlucky.   The ocean is merely, A big…

Prompt for Hour Twenty-Two Salvidor Dali where is your paranoiac-critical mind I need your method more than ever. that state between sleep and consciences. where abstractions grow like Van Gogh’s poplar trees. Let me slip into your sleep-walking journey. where reality fails to solidify. and…