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Hannah Whiteoak Feb 15
When I ask my daughter what she wants to be when she grows up, she says "the Moon." Her father scoffs. I explain the Moon is a lump of rock and suggest she'd rather be a teacher or a nurse. 15 years on, I sit alone at and watch my daughter rise.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Feb 13
"I know I don't like your wife sir, but you must have once." "When we first met, I couldn't get enough of her, Haskins" "I've seen pictures, she was ugly as sin." "Looks aren't everything Haskins. She was a wild, fun, free spirit. She me up on our 1st date."
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Kelvin Rodrigues Feb 16
"I won't stand for it, Haskins." "Well sit down then, sir." "I won't sit for it either. Such behaviour is ." "That's not the right word." I'm pretty sure it is, father often said it." "You're saying the target's behaviour is big, hairy and make-believe?"
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Kelvin Rodrigues Feb 15
"Did you see the news last night, Haskins?" "I don't watch tv sir, too busy." "How is Trevor?" "Magnif... er, he's well." "Anyway, on the news they had a ." "A rappoteur? Like Snoop Dogg?" "Who?" "He's a rappoteur." "Never seen him, is he on the BBC?"
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DeRicki Johnson Feb 13
Silhouettes In the A sweet first kiss We shared Surprise Culmination Of a date Took on a dare Fooled ourselves Just having fun— Not going Anywhere Seductive The back & forth That made One From a Pair Now The back & forth Is just our two Old rocking chairs
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Marcus Vance Feb 11
When my child said "I'm hungry." My years of training with the ancient masters kicked in. I had spent years mastering the Face/Palm technique of the old lands. My body was honed--sharpened like a dagger--for this very moment. "Hi, Hungry. I'm Dad."
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Neil Clark Feb 11
One time, I did such a powerful facepalm, that my eyes, nose and mouth got stuck to my hand. Forever. People say it's nothing to worry about. Makes me unique. They often high-five me to show they're still my friend. But it always just feels like a slap in the face.
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Matabu 14h
Scrapbook of eclectic memories The truth curls at the edges Yellows around old images But the heart remains
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BRAT💋🌹 9h
Listen to the whispers of her heart beating..🌹
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Barlow (Princess Throatpunch) Adams Feb 9
Kids need more stimulation than ever, more violence, more blood. The old games are updated. In Hangry Hippos, children use barbed wire reins to steer enraged hippos toward meth-laced cabbages. Whoever collects the least is fed to the hippos. Winner gets to watch.
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L Spooner Feb 13
She stands above, bathes us in her and we are radiant, basking, gazing up at her through the glorious haze. She is a goddess, and we cannot blink past the light to see her crying.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Feb 10
"Good weekend, Haskins?" "Lovely sir, apart from a real moment." "I wouldn't know what that is, I don't use social media." "No, facepalm sir." "That's right. No facepalm, no twatter, no slaptwat." "No instagram?" "Instagram? Drugs are illegal, Haskins."
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Indigenous Soul Feb 12
Ordinary thoughts never cross my mind I speak in jest to downlights and act as though I'm blind I capture her coercion bending to the east Shadows smell of venom hiding scaly beasts
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Kevin Sand 6h
Acid blur of eclectic particles Scar upon realities face Smeared shape of truths Our minds have buried Stretched across a fractal limb What root in code have I corrupted God & his family have asked The question hangs over the table A light fitting bejeweled with spiders
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Vernon Cole 5h
Critics call her work INSPIRED! ! So when she visited my studio I was flattered. Said she'd been following my work; that I had vision. In awe, I eagerly shook her ungloved hand. Her grey eyes turned to my shade of brown. Now I'm blind. Critics say she HAS VISION.
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M.C.D. Feb 15
Rapporteur of my soul Whose spoken word & pen caress my heart Come caress me now In butterfly wings Soft as an angels touch Write ur sensuous words Let me meld with the flow Let me slumber in ur arms Held in a lover's embrace Sweet the eventide How those rivers flow...
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Kevin Sand 14h
I met eclectic gods Down corridors of disrepute Echoed debates on mankind Were being argued for and against I scuttled out of the way Of their heavy souls They did not notice me Or the others they had crushed
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Matabu Feb 16
Through the tracks of my bloodshot eyes A lake of abomination, deep as black Therein dwells the ghosts of woe Their bodies long since made the fall And though like prehistoric bones Into pits of greedy tar So there they are forever trapped Beware then traveller
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Matabu Feb 16
Yes I grow tired of the rage I see in the eyes of others Beam it at the pricks in charge With their abominable nature What road did they start on To think this one is right Fucker that put up the signs Should be shot in the kneecap
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Matabu Feb 16
Sometimes we are too far away From the fly caught in the others web And so when we hear the abominable trembles We fail even to sweat at what we know comes next That simple extinguishing of hope Played upon a violin We heard the plea for help And failed Again
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