Wordle #474

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

*On a Side Note – Is it just me or does this Wordle seem to be inviting us in a certain direction? 😉

Two Mindsets    

Oh, that was a cute turtle until that ruthless hawk made him lunch. Well, that’s the democratic way – Kill or be killed! The weaker player in the game of life who deserved to be dead.

Au contraire! This is the Republican’s idea of justice. It’s disgusting. But, you watch, all the sick sycophants of the GOP will eventually end. It won’t be a sad day when they and tRump are over. There will be no sorrow, only joy because we will have ruined them and their evil ways! We will rule over them then!

Well, aren’t you a hypocrite?

Precious Pesky Ponderances

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #153

awake and alert
the mind focuses
on the tasks at hand
thoughts aligned to achieve results

i am pleased

day dreams slip in
swirling from one fantasy
to the next
thoughts drifting in pleasure

i am captured

sleep beckons my attention
wide awake with intrusion
no, thankfully not tonight
thoughts cease momentarily

i am relieved

nightmares force me awake
jumbling incoherent images
rousing heart-pumping emotions
thoughts gone haywire and weird

i am frightened

always pondering
images, words, feelings
flitting in and about
never-ending and overbearing

sometimes...
   they land on paper
          chapters closed and resolved
   they remain in my heart and mind
           not quite addressed, fearful of consequences
   i yell them at the hologram before me
           the need to purge anger arises
   they land on my cheeks
            the need to feel overwhelms
   i push them into the deep recesses, locked away
             remaining hidden from myself

but always a stream that never stops flowing

Reblog – I Still Feel You by Renee

Oof! This one hits you right in the heart! It feels like a great loss, an aching memory, or the thrill of newfound love. Such intensity! Enjoy!

House of Heart

I feel you

at the razor edge of madness

in the fierce break of waves along

the sea line

a half moon fading at dawn

in shifting shadows of endings.

I feel you in the sweet froth

and flow of memory.

In dark eyes that catch mine in

musty corridors of dreams

I see you

in the wild of wolves

the vigil of birds at my midnight window.

I sense you in sacred passages

where like phantoms we are lost.

art by Karol Bak

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Strength Stands Alone

whether out of beauty or pain
a soulful release emanates
at the precise time
its necessary

a body’s need of expression
earns it a required stability
these intermittent flashes of emotion
sparking the next step into a newfound reality

each successful misery
ensures durability, strength and endurance
every joy experienced
gains a person hope, satisfaction and strength

we have to trust in ourselves
for life is given to us
but our nature leads us
let it not go astray


Reblog – Jojo Al-Waealy

I recently read these gems, very touching and heart-felt. This poem (published over three days) expresses well the emotions dealt with at the end of relationships. Might evoke some tears for those who can relate; you’ve been warned.

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Part 1 – ‘PLEA,

In silence I hear your voice cracking,
You whisper your final wish;
“You and I are lacking.”
So simple it was for you to say.
Beyond my mind,
beyond my soul,
I was lost for you not to stay.
you said; “You knew it would happen one day”.
The burden I felt streaming through my vein,
the voice I lost in my pain,
the wish I never had imagined in my brain,
The waves were still and waiting for their remain.
Silence is what kept us wondering,
to wonder; “I Was not afraid to ask!”
To tell; You did with no mask.

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Part 2 – ‘HERETOFORE,

To tell; You did with no mask.
Face to eye,
body to linger,
We grasp like there is no tomorrow.
For there shall be a next sorrow.
you said; “I’m sorry, but I have to.”
We were in a flow,
but you had to grow,
beyond your dreams you stayed,
but in pain we weren’t made.
You had to grow,
we weren’t in a flow,
…..
…..
….. anymore. You said your goodbye,
“You had me at hello.”
while we both disappeared into the blue sky.
Desire of the best,
you remained you
while
I
became
that
guy.

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Part 3 – ‘MIRABILIA,

I
became
that
guy.
Whose Liability was caught by atmospheric beauty.
At the end of light, in the beginning of time,
I rise with thou gazing moon to seek for wolfs cry.
By dint of howl I reckon my faults eye;
“Thereby I fought/ I arise/ I wander
from misery
to impasse
of
ending sky.”
To clamber through life in gallivant of night,
A butterfly of dawn,
nor battles cry,
I Amplify my music of spheres through, but why?
To ask, but not to answer.
To seek, but not to find.
To touch, but not to feel.
“To not deny the truth from my goodbye.”

Daisy Green

Loneliness 

I see the candle flickering in the shadows, the sweet smell of jasmine arouses my thirst for sensual lovemaking. I sit alone in this dark stone cottage nesting in the hills of autumn. The trees are shedding the security of their warmth, of the cold winter that is approaching.  I sit all lazy and dazed. I dream of walking hand in hand with the beautiful man I adore, step by step, crunching and crushing the red, brown, and orangey leaves.

The sound of the lambs
The tweet tweet tweeting birds sing
From my garden swing

Embrace the Reality 

Today I feel alive. There’s someone at my door. My heart joining the tapping of every knock. I open the door wide just like the look in my eyes. It’s him, he is here, he’s finally come. I wrap myself around him and embrace him tenderly.  We are lost in a stare. My eyes are shut tight. I awaken from the night. I must have fallen to sleep. With the realization of my dream. The cold stone cottage dampens my joy. I crawl from my bed and blow out the candle but there’s no point in making a wish. I look from my window and the leaves have disappeared, replaced by the spirals of icicles neatly webbed between the branches of the trees. 

Tea in the morning 
Pot of herbal for my lunch
Wine in the evening 

Word Block

Writer’s block 
Hello
Knock knock 
Racing against the clock
Assignments piled up
Until you feel the door unlock

Sit in the garden
Sit at the desk 
Bring the pen to the paper 
The books you’ve read 
Will make the words flow

Let the words you drank 
Filter through your paws

Hidden Doors 

So many hidden doors
In this house she’s never lived in before
Only in her dreams and nightmares does this house appear
Each dream revealing a new room 
Which has familiarity 
Sometimes includes her family
Doors of happiness
Doors of sadness 
This is just life
Clearing her path 

Game Over 

A marital inquest 
In which one should enquire 
Forgetting the days of one’s desires 
Togetherness has just expired 

Hostage 

Hostage to the virus 
Where is my protected vest? 
Will this nightmare rest?

Daisy Green’s inspiration comes from being a victor of domestic abuse who continues to thrive in life. Her words come from the heart and are most often dark. Her purpose, through writing and sharing her poetry, is to empower others to identify their own pain but most importantly to give hope. You can find her work at her blog – Daisy Green and on
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M. Brazfield

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dishonest 

beige
irate
hidden well
within myself
smile rejoice believe
reverberate inside
deeply bury sorrow’s babe
float through imagined normal life
ignore the toxic warnings to be
honest with my pain and let it fly free

to kiss me

silent warm spirit
icy wet sweet poison pot
draw those thoughts from me

fulfillment

aging hand unfolds
soft palm up to the skyline
caressing her past 

~~~

M. Brazfield is a Gen X’er born and raised in Los Angeles, California. She is an untrained writer and enjoys sharing her work on her blog WORDS LESS SPOKEN on Word Press. Her inspiration comes from life in Los Angeles, particularly Downtown.

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