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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
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The Patience Of The Dead

I sat down by the river Styx

Having spun my last round of tricks

Awaiting by the waters for the light

Carried by the ferryman that most fright

A hull that holds battered souls so strained

Colder than the blood long ago that drained

The ghast waters ripple in deadly placidity

As the boat stops with some calamity

I inspect my pockets for some change

For the final fare after a life so deranged

But Charon only grins like a devilish ghoul

And says "You've to finish some chores, you fool"

"Your time has yet not arrived, O tempered one

But it is certain to come, O immortal one."

So he banished me away to roam again in rage

And wait for the final call brought by age  

   

  

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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by Amardeeps in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The Patience Of The Dead
I sat down by the river Styx
Having spun my last round of tricks
Awaiting by the waters for the light
Carried by the ferryman that most fright
A hull that holds battered souls so strained
Colder than the blood long ago that drained
The ghast waters ripple in deadly placidity
As the boat stops with some calamity
I inspect my pockets for some change
For the final fare after a life so deranged
But Charon only grins like a devilish ghoul
And says "You've to finish some chores, you fool"
"Your time has yet not arrived, O tempered one
But it is certain to come, O immortal one."
So he banished me away to roam again in rage
And wait for the final call brought by age  
   
  
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Short and sweet challenge. Write a story--a horror, thriller, drama, comedy,?tragedy, etc.--in 15 words. See how much impact you can make with such few words.
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Homeless

The family carried their home in their hearts; then in their hands after it burnt

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Short and sweet challenge. Write a story--a horror, thriller, drama, comedy,?tragedy, etc.--in 15 words. See how much impact you can make with such few words.
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Homeless
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Amardeeps

Have A Heart?

"Well Mr.McIntyre we've reviewed the intricacies of your case", Dr.Freedman spoke to his patient in a comforting tone.

"But", he continued, "The board has refused to look further into it."

Steve McIntyre's eyes swelled up, "This is my last chance to straighten things up with my brother. Please give it some thought. There's no other donor that would be available to do this."

"The board is aware of that fact and it also knows about your charges Mr.McIntyre. We can take no chances, your body has to be detoxified", the doctor replied.

"And how long would that take?"

"Depends. Your status reports are off the charts. Between me and you, what kind of lifestyle do you follow Mr. McIntyre?"

Steve didn't open his mouth. The growing silence between both reached the point until the doctor grew tired and left the room.

A few moments later, a woman in her sixties enters the room in a strange lethargic pace. Her face is wrinkled and a smile shines when she sees Steve. It was her Mother.

"After all these years...", she spoke out and before she finished Steve got up and hugged her tightly. He began to cry.

"I thought... you'd never come back Steve", she hushed a whisper.

"Well I'm here now. Aren't I?", he replied.

"But all this time has gone by. How's Mary and the kids", she asks.

Steve puckers his lips in misery at first bit then spoke out, "Mary. You see Mom. She....she left me Mom. Left me and took away the kids. Oscar's going to a good school and Martha's doing well as an artist."

"You must be so lonely son. I never want to lose you from my sights again. But how did you end up here. All these cuts and bruises."

Steve didn't reply. He didn't want to scare his Mother. But they both knew what must have led to this.  Steve was a runaway ever since he came of age. A true rebel who crossed a few lines, immersed with the wrong crowds and developed a taste for things that would kill most. Psychiatrists would blame it on any Father figures but there weren't any to begin with.

Steve and his brother grew up in a broken home where their Father left them with their own miseries to deal with when they were just eight. Somewhere along the line Steve went astray. Alcohol abuse came first, followed by anti depressants, sleeping pills and painkillers. The night before he had one too many and dented his fender and his mind.

"When I woke up in the hospital Ma", he said,"I saw that Max was here. I wanted .... I needed to repay him for all the trouble that I caused him."

"What do you mean dear? Did you....no you din't?"

"Yes Ma, the doctors transplanted my kidney. Don't worry I've been clean."

She hugged him close as the doctor entered.

"His body rejected it. I'm sorry but he won't be able to make it."

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Amardeeps
Have A Heart?
"Well Mr.McIntyre we've reviewed the intricacies of your case", Dr.Freedman spoke to his patient in a comforting tone.
"But", he continued, "The board has refused to look further into it."
Steve McIntyre's eyes swelled up, "This is my last chance to straighten things up with my brother. Please give it some thought. There's no other donor that would be available to do this."
"The board is aware of that fact and it also knows about your charges Mr.McIntyre. We can take no chances, your body has to be detoxified", the doctor replied.
"And how long would that take?"
"Depends. Your status reports are off the charts. Between me and you, what kind of lifestyle do you follow Mr. McIntyre?"
Steve didn't open his mouth. The growing silence between both reached the point until the doctor grew tired and left the room.
A few moments later, a woman in her sixties enters the room in a strange lethargic pace. Her face is wrinkled and a smile shines when she sees Steve. It was her Mother.

"After all these years...", she spoke out and before she finished Steve got up and hugged her tightly. He began to cry.
"I thought... you'd never come back Steve", she hushed a whisper.
"Well I'm here now. Aren't I?", he replied.
"But all this time has gone by. How's Mary and the kids", she asks.
Steve puckers his lips in misery at first bit then spoke out, "Mary. You see Mom. She....she left me Mom. Left me and took away the kids. Oscar's going to a good school and Martha's doing well as an artist."
"You must be so lonely son. I never want to lose you from my sights again. But how did you end up here. All these cuts and bruises."
Steve didn't reply. He didn't want to scare his Mother. But they both knew what must have led to this.  Steve was a runaway ever since he came of age. A true rebel who crossed a few lines, immersed with the wrong crowds and developed a taste for things that would kill most. Psychiatrists would blame it on any Father figures but there weren't any to begin with.
Steve and his brother grew up in a broken home where their Father left them with their own miseries to deal with when they were just eight. Somewhere along the line Steve went astray. Alcohol abuse came first, followed by anti depressants, sleeping pills and painkillers. The night before he had one too many and dented his fender and his mind.
"When I woke up in the hospital Ma", he said,"I saw that Max was here. I wanted .... I needed to repay him for all the trouble that I caused him."
"What do you mean dear? Did you....no you din't?"
"Yes Ma, the doctors transplanted my kidney. Don't worry I've been clean."
She hugged him close as the doctor entered.
"His body rejected it. I'm sorry but he won't be able to make it."
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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Amardeeps

The Day I Met Her Aura

Stuck in the pages of history and now a stranger

Seen by many to be the cause of natural danger

Came to me in a manner not so quaint

To warn me of an approaching worldly faint

Mother Nature was the name she was given

The one who made all the forces driven

Now a forgotten parent of her spawns

Who prepares for a dark and grizzly dawn

She whispers into my ears words of fatigue

Telling me that she can no longer grieve

Of her lost friends that are damaged each day

And how she no longer wishes to pray

For us instead wishing something shocking

As she cradles me in her arms now rocking

"I will depart someday like everything born here

But you should matter for yourself and fear

Fear the closing days of the earth's calendar

When you see the results of your blunders

The cities shall submerge in the water that they drink

And the ground too shall rupture and sink

Until the land spits out magma and clouds of ash

You won't be able to save yourself with your cash

For the fruits and seeds shall no longer sustain

As acids fall and corrode from the rains

The four-legged ones shall too rebel and fight

Among you until you're out of sight

The beings so haughty shall implore and fall

When I will signal the final conclusive call

To bring some rest to this muddled place

As for the future there's yet no case"

She breathes a dying remark as I try to save

But deep down I know, we've dug our own graves.

 

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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Amardeeps
The Day I Met Her Aura
Stuck in the pages of history and now a stranger
Seen by many to be the cause of natural danger
Came to me in a manner not so quaint
To warn me of an approaching worldly faint
Mother Nature was the name she was given
The one who made all the forces driven
Now a forgotten parent of her spawns
Who prepares for a dark and grizzly dawn
She whispers into my ears words of fatigue
Telling me that she can no longer grieve
Of her lost friends that are damaged each day
And how she no longer wishes to pray
For us instead wishing something shocking
As she cradles me in her arms now rocking
"I will depart someday like everything born here
But you should matter for yourself and fear
Fear the closing days of the earth's calendar
When you see the results of your blunders
The cities shall submerge in the water that they drink
And the ground too shall rupture and sink
Until the land spits out magma and clouds of ash
You won't be able to save yourself with your cash
For the fruits and seeds shall no longer sustain
As acids fall and corrode from the rains
The four-legged ones shall too rebel and fight
Among you until you're out of sight
The beings so haughty shall implore and fall
When I will signal the final conclusive call
To bring some rest to this muddled place
As for the future there's yet no case"
She breathes a dying remark as I try to save
But deep down I know, we've dug our own graves.
 
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What is home? Create a poem or a short story about home. Bring me there. Make me feel at home or not.
Written by Amardeeps in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Where The Heart Is

A far away place locked up in your mind

Where the people are all wise and kind

Now vested within you senses in pain

Of a long lost country written in your brain

A place to call your own for time to come

Even when the rest of the world loses its fun

Where every step echoes and chants your name

And your heart too beats to the same

Where you learn to bear the people and sounds

A childhood place with a love no longer found

Where the eyes ache to stroll each corner and street

Never growing tired of the people it meets

Where a shanty home once stood with beauty

Now with no people who seemingly lost their duty

To introspect on their lives and peek at their roots

And to return to this desolate bundle of dust and soot

Where even the richest of all cities seem small

Where getting people together takes just one call

Where there's no price to be paid for a gift or hug

And you finally rid yourself of every travel bug

To that place would the wanderer find some peace

Where living and smiling requires no toll or fees

      

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What is home? Create a poem or a short story about home. Bring me there. Make me feel at home or not.
Written by Amardeeps in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Where The Heart Is
A far away place locked up in your mind
Where the people are all wise and kind
Now vested within you senses in pain
Of a long lost country written in your brain
A place to call your own for time to come
Even when the rest of the world loses its fun
Where every step echoes and chants your name
And your heart too beats to the same
Where you learn to bear the people and sounds
A childhood place with a love no longer found
Where the eyes ache to stroll each corner and street
Never growing tired of the people it meets
Where a shanty home once stood with beauty
Now with no people who seemingly lost their duty
To introspect on their lives and peek at their roots
And to return to this desolate bundle of dust and soot
Where even the richest of all cities seem small
Where getting people together takes just one call
Where there's no price to be paid for a gift or hug
And you finally rid yourself of every travel bug
To that place would the wanderer find some peace
Where living and smiling requires no toll or fees
      
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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Amardeeps

A Thing Of Beauty

Do I really need to confess this comparison

And say that loving you is my sole mission

For I would run short of beauty to compare

Of your face, lips, innocence and hair

Then accuse your critics of being liars

If they ever grew bored and tired

For beauty is purely in your domain

As your smile drives your lovers insane

You're a cool breeze with a touch of sun

The pixie girl with a dash of crazy fun

Makes me wonder of the creator's wish

To have made you into such a dish

The hope of a charm in a world so bleak

You're what the quarrelers fight and seek

Like a spirit not born of this sea and land

But a thing of beauty, limitless like the sands

Whose grace dwells not in your stride alone

But also deep within, a beauty that most scorn

One that keeps this heart's beats steady and alive

Wishing that one day you could be mine

But to end this list of lovely adulation

There's this one final ebbing addition

That the heavens could not please after I depart 

Nor bring some closure to my troubled heart

For it found heaven on earth first when it struck you

How to pass away the days without you, no clue  

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Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Amardeeps
A Thing Of Beauty
Do I really need to confess this comparison
And say that loving you is my sole mission
For I would run short of beauty to compare
Of your face, lips, innocence and hair
Then accuse your critics of being liars
If they ever grew bored and tired
For beauty is purely in your domain
As your smile drives your lovers insane
You're a cool breeze with a touch of sun
The pixie girl with a dash of crazy fun
Makes me wonder of the creator's wish
To have made you into such a dish
The hope of a charm in a world so bleak
You're what the quarrelers fight and seek
Like a spirit not born of this sea and land
But a thing of beauty, limitless like the sands
Whose grace dwells not in your stride alone
But also deep within, a beauty that most scorn
One that keeps this heart's beats steady and alive
Wishing that one day you could be mine
But to end this list of lovely adulation
There's this one final ebbing addition
That the heavens could not please after I depart 
Nor bring some closure to my troubled heart
For it found heaven on earth first when it struck you
How to pass away the days without you, no clue  
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Two Words. Create the most sensory inspiring - or adverse - two word phrase. The challenge may say 15 words minimum, but that's wrong. :)
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Motto

Rebel furiously.

Fight mediocrity.

Tread unabashedly.

Imitate Inspire.

Live abundantly.

Conquer today.

Lengthen bonds.

Strike

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Two Words. Create the most sensory inspiring - or adverse - two word phrase. The challenge may say 15 words minimum, but that's wrong. :)
Written by Amardeeps
Motto
Rebel furiously.
Fight mediocrity.
Tread unabashedly.
Imitate Inspire.
Live abundantly.
Conquer today.
Lengthen bonds.
Strike

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A smooth sea, a skilful sailor

The weathered wood of yesterday's seas

On which sailed the ship of infantile thoughts

Now a rubble of waste on a vast expanse

It's hull sunk into the fathomed depths

The bow now floats in blind direction

And a man, brash and a stranger to the sea

Takes  refuge on the stern with a muddled mind

Counting his days after the sands ran dry

Under a flock of scavengers, circling in anticipation

And on his face lies on estranged frown

For the seas, he was determined to conquer

And the ship he had built when little

Both gave away their final call at end

A veteran, now a nobody in his own world

Who glances at the wreck to make sense

Of what he was and has now become

A man who gave away the child inside

To lay at the rest all futile wishes and dreams

And set course for what sailors do

The same old seas untouched by turbulence

They boy who wished to sail is dead

But the man is alive with thoughts anew

Filled with a new breed of rage and contempt

Unable to know what he wishes and wants

Weeping in his own sea of sorrows

A stranger today, a conqueror yesterday.

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Written by Amardeeps
A smooth sea, a skilful sailor
The weathered wood of yesterday's seas
On which sailed the ship of infantile thoughts
Now a rubble of waste on a vast expanse
It's hull sunk into the fathomed depths
The bow now floats in blind direction
And a man, brash and a stranger to the sea
Takes  refuge on the stern with a muddled mind
Counting his days after the sands ran dry
Under a flock of scavengers, circling in anticipation
And on his face lies on estranged frown
For the seas, he was determined to conquer
And the ship he had built when little
Both gave away their final call at end
A veteran, now a nobody in his own world
Who glances at the wreck to make sense
Of what he was and has now become
A man who gave away the child inside
To lay at the rest all futile wishes and dreams
And set course for what sailors do
The same old seas untouched by turbulence
They boy who wished to sail is dead
But the man is alive with thoughts anew
Filled with a new breed of rage and contempt
Unable to know what he wishes and wants
Weeping in his own sea of sorrows
A stranger today, a conqueror yesterday.
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Write a poem about anger. Don’t use the word “anger” or any synonyms. Show the reader anger. Make them understand without being told.
Written by Amardeeps in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Does this remind you of something?

Like water separated from its source

And a madman hinged on a vapid course

The days add not the hope of a cheerful shift

But a premonition unsettling and adrift

The clatter of money in the hands of the opulent few

Shall send a river of vigour within you

As you reflect on your place on these broken steps

Forcing you to adapt, cheat, beg and be adept

But even as you cross everything on your list of wishes

Time will arrive in a decadent chariot of final dishes

Serving you the end that will be the death of your fire

Right after you've gained everything you've desired 

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Write a poem about anger. Don’t use the word “anger” or any synonyms. Show the reader anger. Make them understand without being told.
Written by Amardeeps in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Does this remind you of something?
Like water separated from its source
And a madman hinged on a vapid course
The days add not the hope of a cheerful shift
But a premonition unsettling and adrift
The clatter of money in the hands of the opulent few
Shall send a river of vigour within you
As you reflect on your place on these broken steps
Forcing you to adapt, cheat, beg and be adept
But even as you cross everything on your list of wishes
Time will arrive in a decadent chariot of final dishes
Serving you the end that will be the death of your fire
Right after you've gained everything you've desired 
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Written by Amardeeps in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Tell my lover

Tell my lover I can no longer implore

Having said all I want and more

As I wait in consternation by the river

And being lonely sends down a shiver

Tell my lover that I am no longer content

Just another jilted road with dents

Now awaiting a release not so serene

By the waters that run so deep

Tell my lover that my pulse has gone weak

As I flail and drop by the wooden teak

Where my eyes close to a final view

Of being here but without you

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Written by Amardeeps in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Tell my lover
Tell my lover I can no longer implore
Having said all I want and more
As I wait in consternation by the river
And being lonely sends down a shiver

Tell my lover that I am no longer content
Just another jilted road with dents
Now awaiting a release not so serene
By the waters that run so deep

Tell my lover that my pulse has gone weak
As I flail and drop by the wooden teak
Where my eyes close to a final view
Of being here but without you
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