Who do you trust, little girl. A fox or a bear? Who should lead, little one, The kit or the cub? Who do you love, little dear, Can you make your choice clear? Who do you know, little lass, The sly or…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
(Hour 19) 16.30pm-17.30pm. PROMPT, : “common phrases used in a context where you would not usually hear them”
Pardon me: or 11 things you’ll never hear Presidential Candidate Drumpf say. “An extremely credible source has called my office and told me that Barack Obama’s birth certificate is a fraud.” Pardon me, I’m making this shit up as I go along. “I am being…
Coalition
Cunning fox, lithe red form and brave, black bear lead the girl over sidewalk through concrete jungle decorated with a spray can among leftover flora. Or maybe, she leads them.
To War
It was finally time. Mister Fox led the way followed by Read the bear Fionna the child in Red kept pace. While other creatures crept, or snuck or slept These three strode with confidence Through the ruined city Graffiti fills the walls and (in some…
I used to once know #10
No words can ever convey how exquisitely happy I am. No words can ever convey the gratitude that bursts from my heart trying to crawl its way back to you. Nervousness and anxiety perpetually wedged within me was only repressed by you. Like a…
Hour 19 – Prompt 19 – Common phrases – “Secret friends”
When you have secrets to share, that no soul must know You must have secret friends, whom no one can guess The moon whispers at night, “Welcome home” She is the closest messenger to where my parent stays She never asks me, “How are you?”…
HOUR 19 HUH??
HUH?? “Welcome home!” “Thank you,” he said to appease me. “How are you?” my sentence began. He replied, “I’m fine, how are you, my old friend? Now there’s someone who knows where respect grows. Pardon me, if I lose you, on this one. …
Lester
There once was a man named Chester, Who had a parrot called Lester. They went for a ride to Dover and ended up getting pulled over. The officer walked up right away And asked Chester what he had to say, As Chester…
Pardon your Privilege
“Welcome home honey,” A mothers open arms spreading cigarette allergens around, I hold my breath and bitter resentment, Enter her embrace, the essence of her, covered by a vice that alleviates part of her suffering, who am I to judge? Survivor of violence people left unnoticed, I didn’t…
Tranquil #9
Canary yellow and cherry red straw sun hats fluttering in the wind now. Vibrant flower pots decorate the veranda, green shoots blooming. Sunshine falls below white umbrellas snap open roast on the deck chairs. Indigo kites soar, children explode with delight infectious…