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If you could see the myriad memories that run across my eyes : you would be driven into a bedlam.Wishing for a forget me sods lot of wild flowers enraged with the promise of eeergh de parfume- dementia.
Travel apartheid
The darkest continent claims
Red card racism arrests flight of imaginary motion.
Air control. Trafficking sentient beings.
Venomous vendors plugging PC ( dis) respectful tests
Elevating inflation of people’s final destinations
Lost to incubation .
Ineffectual accusions of discrimation .
A part from hatred , what is the solution?
People are racist – black against a white supremist nation?
Apartheid of resources brought to a halt
Red light district with too many needles to purify our patriotic precious colts.
Threatening ethnic cleansing . A modern day global
HIV
no person can stereotype to one culture – bacteria spreads without copulation.
Endemic.
Pandemic.
A matriaxy of mistakes
Dividing the world to another war philosophy.
Peace stammers to another halt.
( word prompt ‘travel apartheid) Thank you to my good writer frirnd for being my muse just by a small conversation.
Master of my fate?
What makes you anxious? – the cocoon asked .
Immediate response ?
I want to run away .
The cotton wool opportunity of turning into some thing I’ve never been fills me a desire to run.
I’ve always wanted to fly!
Darwinite if it means i can feel fire
In my belly
Leave behind the sycophants of past.
Presented with the discomfort before the freedom installs a stony face
A medusa
Unjustified punishment.
I finally replied: I want to run from your question because the master of my own fate made me question why I didn’t say I’m the master of my destiny
I sat on the toilet waiting for an answer
A tinkle
A brainwave to collide with my why.
Annagram haiku
Who
is this deity of mine ?
Know no worries ,let each demon grieve earth
Privilges of wanton entities rivals?
Word prompt
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wisdom
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Knowledge
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Power
Old school haiku
Water, wind and fire
Nature is spectacular
Gold hues are divine.
Tuesday Haiku 😉
‘Fire and Brimstone’
The stars of clarity
3 second freestyle writing that needs to work on all the me’s 😂😂).
Starting with the sun.
If the sun began with me
If tomorrow starts without me
I’ll live or die
Who will know but me?
The dawn would surely see
Reverential potential
That if the stars began within me
I’d allow them all rights to copy my vapid words.
Absolute in my vindication
The globe entirely could desecrate me.I don’t follow humans decree of mother nature’s rules
Usually..
A habitual sign of creative apathy
Nevertheless tomorrow will start- again
Infallibly
Where SOCS
Where were the people when I needed them
Were they where I left them?
Did the full moon transform them into werewolves
In a warehouse coveted to me?
Why wear the fur of the monstrosity of nature?
Or are humans wary that they need some creature to poach so they can reach the clouds ?
Were this a poem,
A parable of wear and tear
I’d gladly state my animosity wherever it would state:
I’m a human feral.
A token to the lost parade
Share the flag of those who ask where to care and when!
Infidelity
If you took away my infidelity
Would you let me have my way?
If these words were flesh
Would you bury my bones
Dig up the grains of sand
Left
Over
Blow my spirit so the the people who could never say
The bones could never declare
I existed
For a day
A season
Unless you said I was fair.
For a moment
An hour longer than you dared to muster
To declare I’m the loyal mare
I dare you to share
Laisse faire
For another day might tame
The girl who cared.
Or are afraid to .. …
If there was ever a time
If there was ever a time to put your words on display
National Poetry Day is the time to use your voice to say
What is in your heart
What do you feel
Reveal the emotions -at inner play.
Don’t admonish your words merely to paper
Don’t admonish your words merely to your mind
Shout out: I’m worthy. What I’ve to say is enough for today and another and another and ..
National poetry is for more than one day
Make each one count
Not merely the words you deem fit to convey
Your worth is more than hiding away behind myriad of masks to please those who get in your way
Your words are worth more than those whom you justify your truth without causing affray.
Your life story : Not merely poignant
Make your impression
Make your mark
I’m here to stay for more than a moment
more than a hashtag.
Use your words
Use your voice
To guide you to a better life -your way
For better or for worse
You are brave
So, seize your day
Its Okay.
Daisy in the willows 