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Carpe Diem Haiku: Inspiration

lies blowin'...

Inspiration…

it is not the forest
but the memory of the forest
that inspires me

 

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Carpe Diem Haiku – Fasting

I can give up all
but not my bellydancer’s holy dance
in ramadan

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Somewhere (for wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com)

there’s a place
in my past
that I passed by
with a smile
when I should have stopped
and taken that turning

perhaps then I would not
have dropped
swatted like a fly
and instead I would have hovered above
like an eagle dressed as dove
pretended to care
for the welfare
of those with too much love

I would have worn fur coats
paid politicians to sit in my pockets
employed slaves
for my factories
and from my big fat car
I would always gaze afar
and learn to ignore
those polluted streets

but as I look back on that place
somewhere in the past
at a crossroads in my life
I’m still glad I chose me
even if they stole my dream, in those years in-between

For I still feel the taste of victory
despite it all
they never destroyed my home
never droned
me, never bombed in shock and awe
and instead just took my health
slowly
bit by bit
those criminal corporatist rich
and their itch
for more of what I do not have

And I’m still
alive

crossroads

wedrinkbecausewe’repoets

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Prayer Time

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There should be no doors to a church
No nails to a cross on which a victim is hung
In order for us to chant a hymn
No priest in sacrilegious sacraments
No virgins to satisfy the inability of some

There should be no lord no saviour
Except a deep understanding of nature
No commandments
No flock to follow
Deaf, blind and dumb

No teacups or mugs
With the picture of the pope
No creedence to the belief in any holy goat
No masses to join to whitewash any guilt

Stop believing someone from a fantasy they call history
Has a role for you
Spend a little time in the freedom of natural rhythms
Do not be tamed into becoming sheep

Do not be shamed, into becoming sheep

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Friday Fictioneers ~ “Would anyone like a lovely, kind…….?”

“So what is it?”wasp-nest

“Your brain.”

“………………”

<<This story is officially  interrupted to allow the writer to plead with his muse to put his brain back into his head, even in the state it is now in.>>

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“Feel better?”

“Uuuh..a bit..how was I able to speak whe..?”

“Oh be quiet and finish, you have 50 words left.”

“Um, dearest, nicest, loveliest muse..you wouldn’t like to try another writer would you?  There are plenty to choose from on Friday Fictioneers, they might really appreciate your help!”

“You don’t want me?”

“Oh I do, I do I do I do dearest muse, I just thought maybe…”

“Well, if any ask for me, then of course I would…”

“Dearest loveliest kindest Friday Fictioneer colleagues, would you be interested in……..?”

“What are you writing?……”

Friday Fictioneers – photo by Janet Webb

Previous muse encounter here

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Five Sentence Fiction – Edge

“Hola Christopher, where you been these days; it’s been a long, long time.”

“Ciao my friend, well, I been to the East Indies!”

“Oh don’ be crazy my friend, you know if you try to go there you’ll sail straight off the edge of the world!”

“Yeah, like you’d know; instead of sitting here in this taverno drinking vino, why don’t you try some tobacco!?”

“Tobacco, what’s that, some kind of new craze?”

f i v e s e n t e n c e f i c t i o n

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Friday Fictioneers ~ Igor’s Moment Of Gory Glory

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, my prize, something I designed, a likeness of one of my……previous…guests, here at my castle, by my own hands. Igor! The covering! Unveil it!”

“Uh, Count Dracula, sir, you’ll be wanting some rest, its getting early…”

“Igor! The cloth, pull! Oh I shall do it myself!”

A stunned silence from the Count meets the ripple of applause from selected guests.

“Igor! IGOR! Where is her flowing hair? How has your face been chiselled behind her like that?”

“I thought you might like it, Count, as a memento..me holding her head, ready for you to…”

“Igor! Shut-up, imbecile!”

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Click on the photo to go to Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories

Thank you to Claire Fuller for the Sculpture and photo

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