By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 7 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 21; Hour 21: Write a poem about what you are longing for most right now. _______________________________________________________________   {Sleep}                            …

A school is not a building but a community Stitched together with hundreds of hearts and minds All working to the same ends at the same time A unique combination of energy and souls That doesn’t exist anywhere else in the world And will never…

Since life does not consist of what you eat or drink I have always longed to help others to be light in the dark to illuminate the park to be the head to move ahead to be heard as an acclaimed published author Those are…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 6 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 20; Hour 20: Because it’s probably very dark out right now for most of the participants, the prompt for this hour is to write a poem involving light of any kind, from…

A world wide pandemic had to take shape before we slowed our gait. A battle cry from the earth had to be made to set her free.  We did not do it willingly. We were not listening. She needed her plants and animals to flourish….

Please come back. You are trendy now, I promise and not even in a retro way – Your rainbow spectrum icon represents everyone From people who work for the NHS to people who are gay All the kids are coding now – you’d never be…

A youth was shot dead by a policeman in cold blood Other youths raged! Demanding for justice! The street stood still for its fallen hero Tears flowed freely Sadly Followed by a candlelit procession led by over a thousand youths  

You, almost silent Musical prophecies with rarely discernible words but energies A self-made metaphor for your life Speak to me In a language crafted in the minuscule pause between heartbeats While I shout Everything Loud Words Are the accumulated wealth of my lifetime’s Work Laid…

Ancestor continuity soften fluctuating wisp shaping smoke, curling curating and carting itself back home, replicated genome building medieval lived material, consumption becoming believing in what went before. Side step translucent symbolic branches, sweeping out to sea rescue my individual, treating as outer markings link me,…

There is nothing in this world that is beyond me. I am the son of a billionaire dad And as the heir to his empire, the world eats from the palm of my hand   There is nothing in this world that is above me…