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Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
Neon dreams
Streets of gold
Rainbow’s end
Treasures hold
Sunsets on the boulevard
An ace up your sleeve
Draw another card
The win’s not far
If you just believe
Flashing lights
Blinding stars
Dizzying heights
Oncoming cars
Take a drink
Roll the dice
Make a wish
Don’t think twice
Or you might
Notice the lies
Behind their eyes
The prompt is “orange lights and other lies” from Maria Giesbrecht @theguelphpoet on Instagram. April 23, National Poetry Month 2022.
Preacher man said
Over his bottle of gin
Sometimes in the early
Morning light
His collar’s too tight
Preacher man said
You can never win
With sin
No matter how hard you fight
It comes around again
Preacher man said
I made my bed
My bottle’s run dry
I’m in over my head
Not gonna lie
Preacher man said
I’m praying for revival
I need to borrow a tent
It’s for my survival
I might just have to lie though
The prompt is “preacher man said” from Maria Giesbrecht @theguelphpoet on Instagram. April 11, National Poetry Month 2022.
A baboon of average intelligence
can aspire to be anything
it seems.
A broad vocabulary
is not necessary
to hold an esteemed office.
One needs only to convince
enough that he advocates
against the establishment.
Lies become alternative facts.
Dignity and integrity become artifacts.
– This is a Quadrille. I used a random word generator to get the prompts. The prompt words were: baboon, advocate, average, establishment.
She chokes back the tears
As she chokes on her fears
And regrets
The love that she felt she forgets
The sun sets in her eyes
Over the lies
There were plenty
At times she believed many
But what she got was empty
What she couldn’t see
She can now see clearly
– Written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration #104 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 8. Prompt word was “choke.” WC 52. Photo from Pexels.com.
Shadow Of Me
Sordid, honey smooth lies of a lover
rip away the light within her.
The woman crying for death
dreams of life after the ache.
“Diamonds are but ugly rocks,” she says, bitterly.
– Written for Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge #5. Learn more about magnetic poetry here.
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