Poem: With labored breaths she welcomes more The tired, the poor, the wretched to our shores But rusted chains now dangle from her torch The masses on the border won’t be allowed to cross Gun powder greetings, It’s ours not yours, the illusion is fleeting. Armed men on horseback deliver a chastening The people cried… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Fears of Freedom Lost’ by Nigel Byng
A 'Septolet' Attendees wave flags at Russian pro-war rally. Dumpsters in Moscow filled with Russian flags. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
A 'Septolet' Russian tanks veer wildly before exploding. Russian soldiers run in every direction, some ablaze. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
A 'Septolet' Putin replaces his top commander in Ukraine. Putin replaces that top commander in Ukraine. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
Poetry Partners #158 'Story Knitting', a poem by L. M. Montes of 'Write Time and Again' Sew by weaving words, knitting character, plot, and structure within the fabric of emotions, habits, conflict, bringing sparkle, glitz, pizzazz, warming readers, striking souls, with words aplenty of stories told. Write Time and Again: https://lmmontes777.com/ A shadorma by ben… Continue reading So, or: Just sew-sew
A sijo forever's an abstraction, wherefore I wonder what words yield; full of faults, failures, and fatal flaws; frail coward; worthless weakling; at a whiff of war, I'd fold my works up for future records. Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46… Continue reading Abstractions, or: Future records
Once known as Baby Bubbles, the sibilance of her childhood lisp had precluded a successful career in her family's jazz singing tradition. Dejected, she'd turned to busking instead. Singer & Songwriter Michal Elia Kamal (image source) This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #222;Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'tradition';Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'bubbles';Sammi… Continue reading Once known as Baby Bubbles
Poetry Partners #108 'No Longer', a poem by Aishwarya Kannan of 'Timelessly' In the midst of an afternoon slumber Scribbling along the walls Hoping that it would last longer I don’t know why it ended But the dream was all I had ephemeral, but so close If only he could also be sad To know… Continue reading Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass
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