Prompt 6 – Image   Photographer   Photography is a great hobby to have Hours will pass before you even know it Oh, especially In the golden hours Try to replicate what the naked eye sees Oh, take more than one shot of everything Grin…

As Ought To Be…. Like one in a dark cell having a peep at the faraway dawning of another day, I see the world just as it ought to be. Straight as our dealings with each other,no intellectual robbery in the guise of colonialism. Every…

It is impossible to imagine a color you have not seen As everything is a recreation of everything else in the world. Every book is a remix of a dictionary The same 26 letters colliding on a page and Clinging to the universal desire to…

We Dance   We dance for the universe to hear our prayers to bring us healing and self empowerment to ourselves.   The colors and bells mingle to create a cleansing and energizing aura as the drums emphasize the songs story.   it may look…

I take a big step to find the edge of the world. I look down. I look to my left. I see a magnificent waterfall It is cascading down to bathe the stars, Splashing droplets into galaxies Creating rainbows in the moonlight. I look to…

If you’ve never been to the edge I highly recommend it Only as a place to visit though To live there would be detrimental to your mental health which is to say, your life in its entirety. Exclusive, stark and uninviting mind numbing trance inducing…

Hour Five: A Mystery Poem: Utilizing both text and photograph prompts. She, almost, wished for springtime again. So, she bought flowers and planted them, reminding her of the season. Now that the boughs are bare, they starkly remind of stripping bare. The stripping bare as…

Poem #5 | Meet me in the Grave   Like the sin of humans, One could be right to say, ”it has been caused from the onset!.” Without the knowledge of the “WHOs.” involved.   The Sherif had asked “has anyone entered since he arrived…

Who stole the daffodils by the front door? I planted them when I first moved in  Happy jonquils would join them on flowering But the bed is empty The soil spread around My patch of sunshine gone

Prompt for Hour Five Text Prompt: Write a mystery poem. The crime could be real or imagined. The poem could be clue based or narrative. The details are up to you.   So Close   ‘Oi, Oi, what do we have here,’ Deep breathy voice…