Daddy left on a cold and harsh day. It was February… Susie left us on a cool and dry day. It was November… It feels unreal, as if we do not exist, anymore. To explain his fact of life called death. Daddy was expected to…
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Poem 8 | {I had to give up}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 6am 27/06/2020 Australian EST – No Prompt {I had to give up} I had to give up yearning for you to come back to a shared reality in which a more objective view was mutual and as good…
My AaBb Poem
As dusk emerge as black is on verge. Book of love opens believing,you are still there in my pages.
Poem 7 | {Season of the Unrest}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 5am 27/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 7: Write a poem titled Season of the (fill in the blank). Then fill in the blank could be a reference, it could be an actual season, it could be something abstract, or…
A Tribute to “Butch”, Vernon Elborne Wade III, 3rd Hour
3rd Hour A Tribute To “Butch”, Vernon Elborne Wade, III A brother to some, a father to many, Butch never thought his call was too small or uncanny. With him, you never were alone, the comfort he would bring you made you feel right…
Season of the forlorn
Flowing time, internal grinding mechanical compulsion, incessant on-going harsh-driving onwards, sound taking all space from subtler resounding, engulfed by lightless darkening. All potency drawn into this machine, stretched out constantly tired, willfully compelled into one avenue, clinging only where magnets can grab. Weary surrender curling…
SEASON OF THE UNCERTAINTIES
SEASON OF THE UNCERTAINTIES Life ever changing, with its ups and downs Unpredictable and often unnerving. Taking us down a path of our choosing And sometimes down a path we wish not to travel. We can try to predict our outcomes, But…
Season of the Disease
In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…
Prompt Seven (7): Season of the Spirit [Hour 7]
Season of the Spirit Found her, at last … What happens now? It moves so fast… Will life allow? What can I see? I know who I am… I am free to be! I give a damn; I found the key… To be the who……
Mysterious
He captures the boldness of an eagle. Aura illuminating the complexity of the color black. Draped in white with traces of gold. Feet covered by the grace of his mother’s soul. Eyes that pierce like a serpent, something vicious. Skin that is deep, dark, and…