Covid Waiting in lines galore.  It is no fun to go to the store. The rules change every week, if not daily as the virus piques. It’s not only frustrating or aggravating. It is out of self preservation that we battle the lines to hunt…

The verdict is not out. It is not necessarily a zombie virus but it might as well be. Is it strictly respiratory? It can cause strokes and cardiac complications? In the elderly, babies, and the youth? What do we believe? Do we wear the fashionable…

Camera passes that sheer neglect, We see and desire what sagas reflect. Discarded and scattered, one too many. Separate indivisible integral to any. Beginning to blend, no longer care, Fragile frame laden heartbreak to bare. Existing out here cold cut limb, Turned onto itself, life…

Fingers rest on another set of keys hours away, Younger years and different way here, Bright overdrive gentle handle with all care, Struggle fault and two inches above water, Nothing needs to actually be fair, Exchange of selfless gestures, A way around such conventions. Refusing…

People are different all the time and I hope you are better than most of them Love them Massage them Pamper them Calm them They are not satisfied and they treat you as footmat Understanding people is a difficult game to master and since I…

Police Shootings inspired by Bop Poetry The sirens don’t always go off when the camera captures the act. If we are lucky we get to see what happened on the news. Not from a police dashcam but from an innocent bystander who happenstance captures it…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 9 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 23; Hour 23: Write a poem about an imaginary pet or person. The poem can be from your perspective, the perspective of a neutral third party, or from the perspective of the…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 8 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 22; Hour 22: You are almost there. I’m sorry, this is the hardest part, but I think it’s time for another image prompt. Please choose one of the following images and write…

Emoji Poetry I pray for respect love and freedom While the world celebrates victory, I hold my forehead in shame. The UK is banning the US. Parties are no longer condoned. It is as if we look at the milky way with sunglasses on still…

A nest of chicks,mouths open,ready to be fed a philosophy for life Hidden in worms dug up in the schoolyard Chirping ‘the journey of life may be easy may be hard’ On bright summer morns An out of tune piano cheering them on Towards blind…