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"Comfort food for the soul." I'm quite down, fellow prosers. Times like these, only poetry soothes me. Please write a lovely poem about comfort or comforting somebody. Make it at least 50 words. Tag me because I want (need) to read.
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Poetry & Free Verse

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Chicken Soup is comfort soup 

So let's start to feel some better

I'll tell you, let you 'in the loop'

Like it's some secret letter

You are sad, you feel despair

To varying degrees

A bit upset like you don't care

Or right down on your knees

Where's a friend? a listening Lord

To validate your down

A confidant a sounding board

Not a person is around

You do not need a person but

It's nice if you have one

Guilt can sock you in the gut

Stuff was and wasn't done

Realize you aren't alone

Crying in our homes

We laugh, we try, we break our bones

Our bodies are on loan

Ride the wave of happiness

And know that I love you

Love the people who have less

And you will be less blue 

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"Comfort food for the soul." I'm quite down, fellow prosers. Times like these, only poetry soothes me. Please write a lovely poem about comfort or comforting somebody. Make it at least 50 words. Tag me because I want (need) to read.
Written by DellaMetcalf in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Appreciate
Chicken Soup is comfort soup 
So let's start to feel some better
I'll tell you, let you 'in the loop'
Like it's some secret letter

You are sad, you feel despair
To varying degrees
A bit upset like you don't care
Or right down on your knees

Where's a friend? a listening Lord
To validate your down
A confidant a sounding board
Not a person is around

You do not need a person but
It's nice if you have one
Guilt can sock you in the gut
Stuff was and wasn't done

Realize you aren't alone
Crying in our homes
We laugh, we try, we break our bones
Our bodies are on loan

Ride the wave of happiness
And know that I love you
Love the people who have less
And you will be less blue 
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The concept of death has captivated our imaginations since the beginning of human society. It has formed cultures, defined religions, shaped the course of history. Write about death. It can be lighthearted, humorous, hopeful, respectful, dreading, mournful, optimistic--you can paint it in any light you would like. Any style and format- poetry, prose, story, fiction, nonfiction, etc.
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Mr. Mann

The charge nurse says, "Della, you're getting one from the ER. Mann, room 234. Stroke, 'DNR'. ER will call report."

The DNR tells me he'd be in the ICU otherwise. He's fucked. He's really knocking on deaths' door, "circling the drain," outta here. 

He's atop a gurney being pushed by transport to 234 and lifted to the bed. He's a black man who'd given a complete meaningful sermon that Sunday morning. It's Christmas Day. He's had a blood vessel 'blow' in the brain, and cannot talk. I ask the polite family to help me determine this mans' medical history. The 93 year old man was walking that morning. He was happy. He had a spiffy suite on as he delivered his spirit filled message to his congregation. I envisioned them singing Amazing Grace around noon.

Mr. Mann had a relaxed affect. He almost smiled as he opened his eyes to an understanding of his current situation. He said not a word. He looked as if he was a child next to ride the roller coaster at a carnival. His face was that of kind anticipation. He fell asleep, and passed on. I thanked God for the privilege of the opportunity to witness a child return home. I told myself from that day on, I've encountered my role model.

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The concept of death has captivated our imaginations since the beginning of human society. It has formed cultures, defined religions, shaped the course of history. Write about death. It can be lighthearted, humorous, hopeful, respectful, dreading, mournful, optimistic--you can paint it in any light you would like. Any style and format- poetry, prose, story, fiction, nonfiction, etc.
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Mr. Mann
The charge nurse says, "Della, you're getting one from the ER. Mann, room 234. Stroke, 'DNR'. ER will call report."
The DNR tells me he'd be in the ICU otherwise. He's fucked. He's really knocking on deaths' door, "circling the drain," outta here. 
He's atop a gurney being pushed by transport to 234 and lifted to the bed. He's a black man who'd given a complete meaningful sermon that Sunday morning. It's Christmas Day. He's had a blood vessel 'blow' in the brain, and cannot talk. I ask the polite family to help me determine this mans' medical history. The 93 year old man was walking that morning. He was happy. He had a spiffy suite on as he delivered his spirit filled message to his congregation. I envisioned them singing Amazing Grace around noon.
Mr. Mann had a relaxed affect. He almost smiled as he opened his eyes to an understanding of his current situation. He said not a word. He looked as if he was a child next to ride the roller coaster at a carnival. His face was that of kind anticipation. He fell asleep, and passed on. I thanked God for the privilege of the opportunity to witness a child return home. I told myself from that day on, I've encountered my role model.

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Kibbles Den

I lie on the street returning to consciousness

The cat licked my wound with rough tongue

The cats cape opened and Supercat flew away

Back to the Kibbles Den

At twilight a woman's purse is snatched

Cat swoops to claw the perp "reeraah!" Schikhchi!

Upper lip wrinkling around her nose, fangs exposed

The purse is dropped

Her eyes behind the little mask, her cape flapping

Her legs sprawled out her front paws leading the way

Back to Kibbles Den

Cat saw the man who fed strays

Cat swoops wearing stilettos and sparkle cape

Returning back to Kibbles Den

That's where cat woman came from

The actual capes may be viewed in the museum of Kibbles Den in Gotham

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Cat
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Kibbles Den

I lie on the street returning to consciousness
The cat licked my wound with rough tongue
The cats cape opened and Supercat flew away
Back to the Kibbles Den
At twilight a woman's purse is snatched
Cat swoops to claw the perp "reeraah!" Schikhchi!
Upper lip wrinkling around her nose, fangs exposed
The purse is dropped
Her eyes behind the little mask, her cape flapping
Her legs sprawled out her front paws leading the way
Back to Kibbles Den
Cat saw the man who fed strays
Cat swoops wearing stilettos and sparkle cape
Returning back to Kibbles Den
That's where cat woman came from
The actual capes may be viewed in the museum of Kibbles Den in Gotham
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Kibbles Den

I lie on the street returning to consciousness

The cat licked my wound with rough tongue

The cats cape opened and Supercat flew away

Back to the Kibbles Den

At twilight a woman's purse is snatched 

Cat swoops to claw the perp "reeraah!" Schikhchi!

Upper lip wrinkling around her nose, fangs exposed

The purse is dropped

Her eyes behind the little mask, her cape flapping

Her legs sprawled out her front paws leading the way

Back to Kibbles Den

Cat saw the man who fed strays

Cat swoops wearing stilettos and sparkle cape

Returning back to Kibbles Den

That's where cat woman came from

 The actual capes may be viewed in the museum of Kibbles Den in Gotham

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Kibbles Den
I lie on the street returning to consciousness
The cat licked my wound with rough tongue
The cats cape opened and Supercat flew away
Back to the Kibbles Den
At twilight a woman's purse is snatched 
Cat swoops to claw the perp "reeraah!" Schikhchi!
Upper lip wrinkling around her nose, fangs exposed
The purse is dropped
Her eyes behind the little mask, her cape flapping
Her legs sprawled out her front paws leading the way
Back to Kibbles Den
Cat saw the man who fed strays
Cat swoops wearing stilettos and sparkle cape
Returning back to Kibbles Den
That's where cat woman came from
 The actual capes may be viewed in the museum of Kibbles Den in Gotham
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Amberlight

Amberlight, the color of gold

The suns shines on a trumpet

Amberlight, when day is old

She's sunbeams of the sunset

She masters creativity

Amberlight beams you where

There's absence of naivety

She writes taking you there

Amberlight, don't stay away

From here remember when

We loved your prose so now we say

Don't put down that pen!

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Amberlight
Amberlight, the color of gold
The suns shines on a trumpet
Amberlight, when day is old
She's sunbeams of the sunset

She masters creativity
Amberlight beams you where
There's absence of naivety
She writes taking you there

Amberlight, don't stay away
From here remember when
We loved your prose so now we say
Don't put down that pen!


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"I feel like falling...." write a poem using those words or any variation of those words.
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A Writer Says

I feel like falling into the abyss of risk taking

Unlike a feather while my weight is making

Me spiral to a goal

A calling of my soul

To let the force of creativity

Purge the write inside of me

I feel like falling to the place upon

Other greats have fallen on

Falling on criticism, jeers and even jail

My hopes are that the words prevail

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"I feel like falling...." write a poem using those words or any variation of those words.
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I feel like falling into the abyss of risk taking
Unlike a feather while my weight is making
Me spiral to a goal
A calling of my soul
To let the force of creativity
Purge the write inside of me
I feel like falling to the place upon
Other greats have fallen on
Falling on criticism, jeers and even jail
My hopes are that the words prevail


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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
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Security Gaurd

This is sad. It happened today. The man I thought I'd looked for all my life walked in the office. Let me back up. I noticed he started sending food to my department at work. I saw him pay extra attention to his uniform. He positioned his hair around me. He was a new security guard for the building. He was my age and handsome.

I'd grown interested, keeping a safe distance, but..interested. The man took care to notice details keeping all of us safe.

The handsome guard surrounded me and a friend at work. For the first time he'd spoken. He began to tell us of the night before in the next building he monitored. I interjected, enthusiastic about what he was saying. He paused. He paused so long I thought he'd gone catatonic or something. He said, "When I'm in a train of thought do not interrupt me." 

He continued his story as I filed my nail in a relaxed manner after apologizing I'd disrupted his thought. 

Little does this bastard know he has so been rejected by me. 

God bless his insecure ass.

How dare he embarrass me in front of my friend as I was encouraging him to tell his story.

What a dick.

He has no idea he is the one in the rejection seat.

Now I have to eventually explain to him his shortcomings. 

Now I won't get free food. 

He is so insecure he couldn't realize his insecurities fucked his own self over.

So sad.

So I guess the moral of the story is that it is not true that "The way to a mans' heart is through his stomach." 

The truth is, "The way to a good woman's heart is through her stomach and an ego sitting on the outside thinking about suicide."

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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
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Security Gaurd
This is sad. It happened today. The man I thought I'd looked for all my life walked in the office. Let me back up. I noticed he started sending food to my department at work. I saw him pay extra attention to his uniform. He positioned his hair around me. He was a new security guard for the building. He was my age and handsome.
I'd grown interested, keeping a safe distance, but..interested. The man took care to notice details keeping all of us safe.
The handsome guard surrounded me and a friend at work. For the first time he'd spoken. He began to tell us of the night before in the next building he monitored. I interjected, enthusiastic about what he was saying. He paused. He paused so long I thought he'd gone catatonic or something. He said, "When I'm in a train of thought do not interrupt me." 
He continued his story as I filed my nail in a relaxed manner after apologizing I'd disrupted his thought. 
Little does this bastard know he has so been rejected by me. 
God bless his insecure ass.
How dare he embarrass me in front of my friend as I was encouraging him to tell his story.
What a dick.
He has no idea he is the one in the rejection seat.
Now I have to eventually explain to him his shortcomings. 
Now I won't get free food. 
He is so insecure he couldn't realize his insecurities fucked his own self over.
So sad.
So I guess the moral of the story is that it is not true that "The way to a mans' heart is through his stomach." 
The truth is, "The way to a good woman's heart is through her stomach and an ego sitting on the outside thinking about suicide."
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"I was young and stupid." Fiction or fact, no one would know. Write in any genre. 5-50 words only!
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Young and Stupid

I was young and stupid when I said "I do" to you

I was young and stupid letting you make my heart blue

Young and Stupid were the names, that we gave our kids

Young went to the county jail and Stupid died of SIDS

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"I was young and stupid." Fiction or fact, no one would know. Write in any genre. 5-50 words only!
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Young and Stupid
I was young and stupid when I said "I do" to you
I was young and stupid letting you make my heart blue
Young and Stupid were the names, that we gave our kids
Young went to the county jail and Stupid died of SIDS


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Write what you want to do when you grow up or what you do. Maybe even a dream you had.
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Your Nurse

I'm the assessor of your situation good or bad

I'm the one you can confide in, (why you're worried)

I'm the gentle interrogator who gets to your facts

You can loose your mind around me, call me all kinds of negative things

And I'll still love and respect you

I'm the one who sees you naked, I'm not shocked

I dress your wounds, perfectly.

I know when to worry and act upon it

I'll keep your secrets

I can explain how you got this way and usually how to fix it

I will always care even if I don't get you 

I'll call your loved ones if you want me to

I'll be honest about what I know and how it relates to your situation

I may even tell you if you might consider a second opinion

I know social workers who know about free stuff

I will comfort your fears sometimes with humor, sometimes with assurance

I can stroke your forehead with a cool cloth when you need it

I'll be right there if you die

I'm your nurse

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Your Nurse
I'm the assessor of your situation good or bad
I'm the one you can confide in, (why you're worried)
I'm the gentle interrogator who gets to your facts
You can loose your mind around me, call me all kinds of negative things
And I'll still love and respect you
I'm the one who sees you naked, I'm not shocked
I dress your wounds, perfectly.
I know when to worry and act upon it
I'll keep your secrets
I can explain how you got this way and usually how to fix it
I will always care even if I don't get you 
I'll call your loved ones if you want me to
I'll be honest about what I know and how it relates to your situation
I may even tell you if you might consider a second opinion
I know social workers who know about free stuff
I will comfort your fears sometimes with humor, sometimes with assurance
I can stroke your forehead with a cool cloth when you need it
I'll be right there if you die
I'm your nurse
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I Turned a Corner

I used to hold my frustration in when my friends, co-workers produced baby pictures. Now it's baby videos, and even you tube moments. Oh puleeese! Show your mom, here's a quarter call some one who cares. 

Now, I love to see the little fucks. They are stupid little human cuteness. 

What has happened to me?  What was wrong with me? 

What is the force that caused my 180 perception change? Why did I quit smoking? 

Do I need to buy a plot and a life insurance policy? 

Why are the disgusting babies cute now?

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I Turned a Corner
I used to hold my frustration in when my friends, co-workers produced baby pictures. Now it's baby videos, and even you tube moments. Oh puleeese! Show your mom, here's a quarter call some one who cares. 
Now, I love to see the little fucks. They are stupid little human cuteness. 
What has happened to me?  What was wrong with me? 
What is the force that caused my 180 perception change? Why did I quit smoking? 
Do I need to buy a plot and a life insurance policy? 
Why are the disgusting babies cute now?

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