Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #212 – It’s new… does it mean it’s welcome?
& Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Chapter
another year
another chapter
it’s new… does it mean it’s welcome
… only if it brings us something better
what does better even mean
seems insurmountable
the division, the animosity, the inhumanity
politics, people, our ever-deteriorating climate
it’s not new… but some positive change would be welcome
wacky, cool weirdness
awesome, unconventional
like only one kind
*You know who you are! ;)
He could be worth the trouble.
I
kinda
loathe abject
stupidity.
The kind where foolish doesn’t know it’s foolish.
Mainly when they double down on the dumb.
A blemish on
the gene pool
weakens
Life.
Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Peace & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #201
who would have thought
being a stranger in a very strange land
looking for better opportunities, peace
and respite from the atrocities of war
would mean a continued fight against another’s bigotry
it hurts this humanist’s heart
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed pulling from my collection of read poetry that is recent and from further back to share with you. It’s remarkable to me how they somehow line up to share similar concepts or emotions, or maybe it’s me reading that into them? What do you think?
shaded, underneath
taller plants
sheltered from
such storms
as may arise,
we should
have such
fortune:
friends in
high places,
as we never
imagined.
we can always
consider
how beautiful:
humility
we can also
consider
just what
we should be
I Am Not A Bad Person by Frank Solanki
I am not a bad person
Just covered in pile of dirt
Layers and layers and layers
Layers of pain and hurt
Look at me closely though
Through the dark of skin
A treasure chest of love
You shall find within
We are our own worst enemies, right?
how often do we forgive
the transgressions of others
before we forgive the ones
we commit against ourselves
Would the stories in pictures on the wall touch upon the black secrets of Harroway Hall? I think not. But I’m sure random flies and their narrow view at small parties would probably elicit very hushed yet profound tales of those gathered. I would throw money down that I was correct. But first, fresh country air was calling.
“Hold my jacket, James,” realizing it would be getting warmer. “Hopefully, she is better at following my lead this morning after yesterday’s disastrous ride.“
“Yes, sir. The wire you made me tape onto the whip should provide you the results you want.
So much truth in this statement. But don’t let that change you. Just be aware.
Most you’ll meet in life will be good to you with cruel intent.
George Githunguri
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #150 – Illusions
in our private world
free to be
but in public
we disguise ourselves
masks worn
don’t reflect actuality
hidden behind facades
in plain sight
reality is best served
with illusions
people don’t have patience
for the truth
or we don’t have the time
to speak it
to callous beings
wearing their own screen
I Write Her 