#Wordle 416 #Poetry

 

 

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My body lay on a cold mortuary slab, shot full of holes

Clean white sheets hide me from the world

My mind held in a strange unknown universe

I could see, hear the world that I left behind

News reports read, body of unknown man

Found on the banks of the river Thames

I watch as my young daughter kneels by her bedside

Praying for my return

I wait, listening to her call, please daddy, come home soon

My state of mind must be damaged by the bullets

I don’t believe in God yet find myself praying

If good deeds count in the plea

I beg for them to be considered

I made a deal with God to bring me back,

I wait for his answer…

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Waiting…

 

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Waiting

I sit in my office waiting for inspiration

Listening to my computer breathing

The keyboard itching for my fingertips

To find the right words, knit something together

That would pass muster and hopefully

someone might want to read…

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Keys…

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Keys

Old keys tell of forgotten keyholes

Their intricate beauty beguiling

Speaking of secrets yet to be found

I have one such small key

Matching keyhole found in my mother’s old cottage

It gave me the name of my missing father

Would that I could find him

The stories, the secrets he could tell

To fill the empty spaces in my mind

Where he should be…

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Treasures…

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Treasures

I have read many accounts of Solomon’s treasure

You can keep it all, I care not for gold, rubies or relics

I would give my soul for the ring given by God

You can keep the box God is said to have sat on

Between the two golden angels

Give me the ring and I will right the future…

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#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

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Dark Places

Our universe has an evil twin

That’s where I live,

walking through black molasses

With the past present and future

Stuck in the same place

My life has been overlaid

by the juice of a poisonous apple

There are times when I believe

I am living on the dark side of the moon

Where the unknown waits

Taking time before devouring my soul

Sleeping dreaming, it is all the same

Nothing changes in the dark spaces of my mind

There are black holes

where my other six souls try to live

I pray for just one to be reborn…

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#Jaye’s Journal ~ week 32

 

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Have you ever had one of those weeks when you have been so busy you haven’t had time to think?

Has your to-do pile grown so big you’re having nightmares about dealing with any of it?

At the end of every day do you wonder why you don’t seem to have achieved anything, despite being on the go all day?

Well, this week was the closest I have ever been to hell without getting burned. The stress levels in the family were at crisis level for a while and none of us coped with it very well.

The WIP (PayBack) is finally finished (I think) and I have just uploaded it to KDP as a draft, so I can have one final read through on Kindle. This is such a brilliant idea! It’s like reading someone else’s book!

Which is handy, because I was getting really fed up with constantly reading my printed copy. On Kindle, I should be able to spot anything that might have slipped through the net.

Time to start preparing the launch. I have been organising like crazy in my head and have a pile of notes on the subject, but now I must make all the right decisions, as PayBack might just be my last book and I want to do it proud, so to speak. Stopping writing doesn’t bear thinking about really, but I found this one so hard to write. I never thought I would ever stop, but the jury is out now, so who knows what will happen once the dust has settled.

First, I must get past the second of my cataract removals next week, and I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to being able to see properly again. The last few weeks have been a nightmare, what with the good eye fighting the bad one all the time. Everything I have been doing lately has been managed just a few inches from the PC screen. (I have been Mr Magoo for long enough) All of this was giving me serious headaches and my neck and back muscles are never going to forgive me.

The housework (what housework?)  has suffered and the garden is a mess, and to be honest, the mountain of outstanding jobs is beginning to look impossible to climb, but who knows, we must be in the running for at least one miracle.

Pity we don’t get to choose which one!

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#Writephoto ~ Within #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Within #writephoto

 

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Different Eyes

Although I am sitting safe inside

the hollow space of an ancient dolman

The land outside with its long hill

Scattered rocks, could be an alien landscape

Here I could meet new souls

Expand my mind with knowledge

yet unknown to those of us on earth

Teach me how to save this beautiful blue planet

The ancient dolman whispered its own secrets

As I sat in silence with my companion

Waiting for the stars to appear

I had no words as I held my breath

I was looking at a dark blanket

Of diamond sparkling stars

More than I had seen before

My heart could hold no more of the wonder

Without letting my tears fall

How can the massive destruction above our heads

Be clever enough to leave us the beauty of such violence

I care not, so long as I can look upon this moment in time

I felt pleased with myself for deciding to stay so long

To see the outer edge of the milky way

Our home…

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You are mine… #Poetry

 

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You are mine

I lay hidden in the long grass, watching

Her dress slid from her shoulders

Her milk white skin drawing me in

Slowly, she walked into the cool water

Sun glistening diamonds played

around the water’s surface

Her long black hair floated free, like seaweed

As she disappeared beneath the surface

Venus, vanished for a second

I held my breath, waiting for her to rise

To bless my eyes with her beauty

My mind telling me I should leave

This was her private moment

I couldn’t move,

she had been under too long

I needed to rescue her

Diving in I found nothing

Sliding beneath the water once more

Seeing little,

I felt a hand pull me further under

The water growing darker

Yet I could see her clearly

Her voice inside my head

“I knew you would come

Your soul is mine, as it has been

Throughout time.

We cannot live apart

We will surface as one…”

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#BlogBattle: Intercept

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August 2019 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

INTERCEPT

You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.

Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, and we’ll add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.

Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!

 

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Intercept

Against the dark blackness of space, stars collide

Violent collisions occur throughout the universe

Is it by design, or did some strange force intercept their original pathway?

A work in progress, rather than a blueprint to work from

Constantly changing, developing new worlds

There are too many mysteries yet to be answered

Such as why did nothing intercept our development

Why are we the only planet with thinking bodies on it?

There are greater minds than mine,

who could answer the many questions in my head?

Where thought gets interrupted, leaving me to wonder

what would have happened if our original pathway had been intercepted.

Some would say, that everything changes.

I still wonder, are we in the right place, the right frame of mind

Did someone or something intercept my brain waves

before I picked up the pen?

For this is not what I meant to write…

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