Poetry Partners #173 'Mother Earth', a poem by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris of ‘Gypsie’s Writings, Musings, Quotes & Poetry’ I am Mother Earth birthplace of all living and non-living things upon me Be it animal, plant, water, dirt or sky it is I who hold the key to their creation or extinction Those that are gentle… Continue reading Creation, or: Extinction
A 'Waltz Wave' I see you; I watch you thoughtfully each day; I know your imprudent indifference towards me, your home; I was here before you; and I shall survive you ‘What do you see’ Prompt #169 The 'waltz wave' poem above was written for Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt. Sadje offers us this photo (to… Continue reading You, or: Eye
A collection of 'lanturnes' wesing ofour nation'ssurvival asoneonepeopleunitedagainst Russianraperapeour landviolateour existenceforceforceshall nottriumph hereon our forebears'landlandsustainsthe cultureof ancestorshomehomedemandscommitmenton all our partsnownowour troopsmust withstandthis disastrouswarwarwas wagedupon usstill we remainfreefreeto livewithout fearUkrainianswe #TankaTuesday This collections of lanturne poems was written as an ekphrastic response to the image below, which I offered to Colleen Chesebro for her weekly Tanka… Continue reading Ukrainians we, or: Survival as one
d’Verse prosery "Hey, brother." Fat Greg lifted the flap of Earl's camping tent and prodded him unceremoniously. "Wake up." Instantly, Earl was awake. Sleeping rough for more than twelve years had taught him to always keep one eye open, and he had long since gotten used to Greg's behavior. Besides, having a friend was a… Continue reading Night walks scattering poems
d’Verse prosery Raoul snarled, baring his fangs at the guards, but they blocked him stubbornly with their halberds. "The Queen is occupied, General. She…" "She what, you fools!?" he shouted, "Is she with one of her playthings?" The guards exchanged glances but stood firm before the raging vampire, preventing Raoul's entry into the antechamber. With… Continue reading To her, death is quite romantic
A 'Cascade' poem I struggle every day to make ends meetAnxieties pummel me into broken gravel Worn ragged, it's a stretch to say I'm freePressure grinds rough at soul skinned rawBuses; clocks; jobs; child; chores; back|forthI struggle every day to make ends meetPump me full of alcohol, caffeine, courageLiquid channels wind through foggy stuporAnxieties pummel… Continue reading Straits, or: Expanses
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