Woe to those who oppress others. History won’t repeat itself. A New World without white supremacy. 2123 year of Jubilee. Life imitates art, you see. “Never again” will be our plea. Women are born free, they rule with glee. dedication, liberation, manifestation of our dreams….

Fake striving for authenticity but feeling like a mannequin randomly found in the middle of the woods banging out a song with no audience and with no legs to run away

From the hour three photo prompt:

 “Restrained freedom.” Am I free? Or do I just pretend to be? Am I truly happy? Or do I act like I already am? I’ve reached a point where I’m freezing; since young, just’ve been told this one phrase, ‘Life is a race, run or…

ROBERT FROST SPEAKS   Robert Frost speaks to me … Don’t you see? He talks of promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.   Where I cannot relate, At least, often in my fate; Is the woods in the snow, As I…

Very loosely based on the photo prompt:

Hour One poems, from the prompts.

OMG – but the advice to log in early is *definitely* good. Having determined my (exceptionally!) elderly computer had become suddenly non-responsive I (rather obviously) needed to arrange an alternative …and (some time later) here I am – finally! I am definitely looking forward to…

White-veined blue petals, a loving heart, Is this nature, or is it art? Flower pressed inside a book Evokes a loving look– Of a love that’s lost Of years long past Was it you Who wore Blue?

As much as I like the image, I went with the text prompt for my final poem of this year’s half-marathon. Thirty years ago this summertime I was watching Total Recall on laserdisc while eating some Snickers ice cream bars after coming back from Shibuya…