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Challenge of the Week #62: Tell us the story of Lucifer, where Lucifer is female. 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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Taste of Power

My bedroom eyes got me my position.

Oh, I know it wasn't all in the eyes.

Face it, a little devilish grin and prods

with my pitchfork seemed to pave my way.

A little action on the side and dirty little

feel good deeds, were the highlight of my

success! I took pride in dimming the light of those

so called angels. I remember

long ago, seems a lifetime, I actually was good.

Pure. Oh, there was a time when my heart

was fragile, but I quickly learned, and with

blood, sweat, and tears, I crawled, finagled,

lied and turned many a deal, to gain my

ultimate place in the universe! Of course,

I was never beyond conniving or doing whatever

it took. But, I looked around and watched all these

male do-gooders pass me by, with no recognition

of my good deeds. Seemed my plot in life was

solely for gratification. Well, I got sick of it!

While my competitors were out physically fighting

and strongarming to work their way to the top, I found a much smarter

way to get what I wanted and gain the ultimate high

position, of Lucifer, Head Master Demon of the world.

I learned quickly that trickery is a woman's best asset.

I've sat on my throne for many generations and watched

the fall of many great men, by the wiles of a crafty woman.

See, as much as I don't like to talk about it, my creator's

plan was flawed from the beginning. He set this world

up to run on masculine testosterone and primal instinct.

He thought muscles and strength and brute force would

be what it took to bring this world to its knees. But, alas!

Look around! It is almost funny to watch. While those muscles

and that strength come in handy for fetching my meals,

and waiting on my every whim,  hand and foot, it is completely 

useless in defending against my powers

to turn a good deed into evil. Ah, the sweet taste

of power! And I bask in the glory watching

it all as I dine on sweet apples and succulent fruits of the tree

of knowledge, and I watch, amused as one by one, they fall to

their knees and beg for mercy! And I laugh, knowing it is just

too late! Silly little people!

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Challenge of the Week #62: Tell us the story of Lucifer, where Lucifer is female. 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 RubyPond
Taste of Power
My bedroom eyes got me my position.
Oh, I know it wasn't all in the eyes.
Face it, a little devilish grin and prods
with my pitchfork seemed to pave my way.
A little action on the side and dirty little
feel good deeds, were the highlight of my
success! I took pride in dimming the light of those
so called angels. I remember
long ago, seems a lifetime, I actually was good.
Pure. Oh, there was a time when my heart
was fragile, but I quickly learned, and with
blood, sweat, and tears, I crawled, finagled,
lied and turned many a deal, to gain my
ultimate place in the universe! Of course,
I was never beyond conniving or doing whatever
it took. But, I looked around and watched all these
male do-gooders pass me by, with no recognition
of my good deeds. Seemed my plot in life was
solely for gratification. Well, I got sick of it!
While my competitors were out physically fighting
and strongarming to work their way to the top, I found a much smarter
way to get what I wanted and gain the ultimate high
position, of Lucifer, Head Master Demon of the world.
I learned quickly that trickery is a woman's best asset.
I've sat on my throne for many generations and watched
the fall of many great men, by the wiles of a crafty woman.
See, as much as I don't like to talk about it, my creator's
plan was flawed from the beginning. He set this world
up to run on masculine testosterone and primal instinct.
He thought muscles and strength and brute force would
be what it took to bring this world to its knees. But, alas!
Look around! It is almost funny to watch. While those muscles
and that strength come in handy for fetching my meals,
and waiting on my every whim,  hand and foot, it is completely 
useless in defending against my powers
to turn a good deed into evil. Ah, the sweet taste
of power! And I bask in the glory watching
it all as I dine on sweet apples and succulent fruits of the tree
of knowledge, and I watch, amused as one by one, they fall to
their knees and beg for mercy! And I laugh, knowing it is just
too late! Silly little people!
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Met At The Shore

The bordered blue premise for my sore keep

Glassed over and sleek to mirror the sky

A fortress surrounds these waters so deep

And comfort swims t'ward my wandering eye

Solitude rests at the edge of my sight

Winds resting quietly, echoes of calm

Stilled and refreshed, I am safe by sunlight

Cupped in a virtual caressing palm

Where the Hand that holds my worshipping heart

Lays a picturesque vision before me

 I pull myself up and from pain, I part

 then closer I move to my destiny

My serenity rolls in with the tide

And worry flows out with Him by my side

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Met At The Shore
The bordered blue premise for my sore keep
Glassed over and sleek to mirror the sky
A fortress surrounds these waters so deep
And comfort swims t'ward my wandering eye

Solitude rests at the edge of my sight
Winds resting quietly, echoes of calm
Stilled and refreshed, I am safe by sunlight
Cupped in a virtual caressing palm

Where the Hand that holds my worshipping heart
Lays a picturesque vision before me
 I pull myself up and from pain, I part
 then closer I move to my destiny

My serenity rolls in with the tide
And worry flows out with Him by my side



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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Every Step of The Way

Misted eyes hover 'cross paths

rutted, grooved and worn

lain beneath life's prints 

jagged, edged and torn

Etched in patterns

crisscross, weaved 'tween thistles

all the thorns snag and sting

and leave me dry, no whistle

Yet, crowns and halos 

dawn the day

brighten the outlook

and steer the way

And I sit back and breathe

Take it all in, deep

These trails of life, riveting

pain loving thoughts to keep

Like elastic, the road stretched 

My destination a mystery

I plan and plot my steps 

tossing back history

And no matter the time

nor painstaking plans I've made

Though, lost, tossed and confused

my misery brought to fade

We mourn our losses

celebrate our gains

in delicate moments

and tender pains

Every facet of the intricate path

Awe's my soul to bended knee

and appreciate my precious gift

a life and path laid just for me

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Every Step of The Way
Misted eyes hover 'cross paths
rutted, grooved and worn
lain beneath life's prints 
jagged, edged and torn
Etched in patterns
crisscross, weaved 'tween thistles
all the thorns snag and sting
and leave me dry, no whistle
Yet, crowns and halos 
dawn the day
brighten the outlook
and steer the way
And I sit back and breathe
Take it all in, deep
These trails of life, riveting
pain loving thoughts to keep
Like elastic, the road stretched 
My destination a mystery
I plan and plot my steps 
tossing back history
And no matter the time
nor painstaking plans I've made
Though, lost, tossed and confused
my misery brought to fade
We mourn our losses
celebrate our gains
in delicate moments
and tender pains
Every facet of the intricate path
Awe's my soul to bended knee
and appreciate my precious gift
a life and path laid just for me



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Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness

A Special Moment

A parallel vision

in blurred contrast

as I look in his eyes

and revisit the past

A Father's face

a daughters respect

one precious moment

in retrospect

The pitter patter

that used to be small feet

now the last flutters

of his heartbeat

And somehow I know

in this space in between

he is visiting too

with love unseen

But, felt and deep

difficult to express

yet, a moment to keep

in a final process

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Written by RubyPond in portal Stream of Consciousness
A Special Moment
A parallel vision
in blurred contrast
as I look in his eyes
and revisit the past
A Father's face
a daughters respect
one precious moment
in retrospect
The pitter patter
that used to be small feet
now the last flutters
of his heartbeat
And somehow I know
in this space in between
he is visiting too
with love unseen
But, felt and deep
difficult to express
yet, a moment to keep
in a final process



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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Coming together

Broken pieces took me to this ledge

Hung me over and gave me sight

And as I teetered at the edge

I closed my eyes and soared to fight

And as the wind rushed beneath my wing

And my tears dropping in canyons grew 

I heard the soft echo of the mountains sing

-I thought to plummet, but instead, I flew

No grief could find my broken heart

Here high above on canyon tops

Gravity pulling my sadness apart

soft pings as those ripe tears did drop

Serenity wrapped and folded me

in natural beauty, my comfort embrace

And I reached up and touched my cheek

and felt no wetness upon my face

And where my brokeness fell

spread throughout this tranquil scene

deep within, I could barely tell

small traces left of those pieces convened

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Coming together
Broken pieces took me to this ledge
Hung me over and gave me sight
And as I teetered at the edge
I closed my eyes and soared to fight
And as the wind rushed beneath my wing
And my tears dropping in canyons grew 
I heard the soft echo of the mountains sing
-I thought to plummet, but instead, I flew
No grief could find my broken heart
Here high above on canyon tops
Gravity pulling my sadness apart
soft pings as those ripe tears did drop
Serenity wrapped and folded me
in natural beauty, my comfort embrace
And I reached up and touched my cheek
and felt no wetness upon my face
And where my brokeness fell
spread throughout this tranquil scene
deep within, I could barely tell
small traces left of those pieces convened
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Secrets

My iniquity hides deep

and motivates me

in my dark corners I keep

where I can't see

I am fooled and blind

to think once hid

out of sight and mind

that I am rid 

For, what hurts me deep

satisfies a lack

and so I hold and keep

always turning back

Sometimes I'm shamed

by the pleasure

though it goes unnamed

- it is my treasure 

My torture as well

I wrestle my soul

in my private hell

my suffered toll

And yet, at the end of the day

I sink and submit

comforted  away

and content, I admit

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Secrets
My iniquity hides deep
and motivates me
in my dark corners I keep
where I can't see

I am fooled and blind
to think once hid
out of sight and mind
that I am rid 

For, what hurts me deep
satisfies a lack
and so I hold and keep
always turning back

Sometimes I'm shamed
by the pleasure
though it goes unnamed
- it is my treasure 

My torture as well
I wrestle my soul
in my private hell
my suffered toll

And yet, at the end of the day
I sink and submit
comforted  away
and content, I admit


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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Hand Up

I stand with hands turned up

and nothing to give

an empty plate, yet

desiring to live

My feet weak beneath

the knees that drop

the well within 

the tears don't stop

Blind behind eyes

that won't, can't see

oh, but I feel

do you feel me?

Where empty drives

a searching heart

it is there that I 

return to start

And as I scramble

and the pieces retrieved

gathered and tied

it is there----I receive!

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Hand Up
I stand with hands turned up
and nothing to give
an empty plate, yet
desiring to live
My feet weak beneath
the knees that drop
the well within 
the tears don't stop
Blind behind eyes
that won't, can't see
oh, but I feel
do you feel me?
Where empty drives
a searching heart
it is there that I 
return to start
And as I scramble
and the pieces retrieved
gathered and tied
it is there----I receive!



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Put a smile back on my faces, my darlings. Invite laughter back into my days, one write at a time. Create a poem or story of any length with an element of nature as the central character. At the heart of this tree's, cloud's, tree frog's (your story, your chose of anything under the sun or beyond it) story or poem, a profound epiphany is revealed. Please tag me @PhynneBelle in the comments. #lifereveals
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A Moment To Reflect

Just as these Firs lean in to meet reflection spilled

Lined on these shores that hug the placid lake

Perception seems to change upon the tilt 

Elastic roots in place prevents a break

I do come too, for to recover and to catch

To get a glimpse, restore my faith anew

And as I stoop and lean, my feet I latch

And firmly grasp the roots that hold me true

To ponder at the wonder of it all

The heartache dealt and yet, my cup restored

For wherever one of these that fall

A bridge then built to reach from shore to shore

And when the pain I've bore be quelled

And better still, content be set

My strength I draw by faith that's sealed

And memories etched to not forget

And if I take but just one day to stretch

A moment's breath for just a bit or two

I find the lean into reflection a refresh

And the reconcile a very needed thing to do

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Put a smile back on my faces, my darlings. Invite laughter back into my days, one write at a time. Create a poem or story of any length with an element of nature as the central character. At the heart of this tree's, cloud's, tree frog's (your story, your chose of anything under the sun or beyond it) story or poem, a profound epiphany is revealed. Please tag me @PhynneBelle in the comments. #lifereveals
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A Moment To Reflect
Just as these Firs lean in to meet reflection spilled
Lined on these shores that hug the placid lake
Perception seems to change upon the tilt 
Elastic roots in place prevents a break
I do come too, for to recover and to catch
To get a glimpse, restore my faith anew
And as I stoop and lean, my feet I latch
And firmly grasp the roots that hold me true
To ponder at the wonder of it all
The heartache dealt and yet, my cup restored
For wherever one of these that fall
A bridge then built to reach from shore to shore
And when the pain I've bore be quelled
And better still, content be set
My strength I draw by faith that's sealed
And memories etched to not forget
And if I take but just one day to stretch
A moment's breath for just a bit or two
I find the lean into reflection a refresh
And the reconcile a very needed thing to do


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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (March) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘I DRINK A COCKTAIL OF MOONLIGHT…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
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Escape

I drink a cocktail of moonlight

lay 'neath galaxies of hope

absorb the stars and ride the night

grab comets by the tail to cope

I stand behind the sun 

Watch the day turn earth around

Explore the universe for fun

Get dizzy high above this ground

where life will run a loop and go

and burn a wick where both ends meet

with never the time to bask in glow

above this race of worried fetes

To settle in, ride cosmic wave

the milky way to host my dream

escape to this so I can brave

the things below which I have seen

So I sip my cocktail of moonlight beams

and raise a toast to those below

riding high and drinking scenes

 above the darkened earth's shadow

And I survive on moonlight cocktails

my fantasies to smooth my ride

accept my fate what stars will tell

and follow always the brightest Guide

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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (March) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘I DRINK A COCKTAIL OF MOONLIGHT…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by RubyPond
Escape
I drink a cocktail of moonlight
lay 'neath galaxies of hope
absorb the stars and ride the night
grab comets by the tail to cope
I stand behind the sun 
Watch the day turn earth around
Explore the universe for fun
Get dizzy high above this ground
where life will run a loop and go
and burn a wick where both ends meet
with never the time to bask in glow
above this race of worried fetes
To settle in, ride cosmic wave
the milky way to host my dream
escape to this so I can brave
the things below which I have seen
So I sip my cocktail of moonlight beams
and raise a toast to those below
riding high and drinking scenes
 above the darkened earth's shadow
And I survive on moonlight cocktails
my fantasies to smooth my ride
accept my fate what stars will tell
and follow always the brightest Guide



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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
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Built (A Sonnet)

So fair, the flesh-like covering is stretched

Across the parts built high and firm to please

The cheeks are lifted up and smile is etched

And jointed limbs made smooth for movement ease

The fingered hand, soft metal flexed to grip

Amused in ways, thy programmed mind is set

No earthling human being - gal equipped

Thy purposed plan perfected, poised, and yet

What sayeth man that takes this task at hand

Create for pleasure one that can't compare?

To human flesh put here, alive for man

Replace with metal, bolts, nor even hair?

Alas admit,  a polished  thing to see

This metal shines with rust free guarantee!

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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 RubyPond
Built (A Sonnet)
So fair, the flesh-like covering is stretched
Across the parts built high and firm to please
The cheeks are lifted up and smile is etched
And jointed limbs made smooth for movement ease
The fingered hand, soft metal flexed to grip
Amused in ways, thy programmed mind is set
No earthling human being - gal equipped
Thy purposed plan perfected, poised, and yet
What sayeth man that takes this task at hand
Create for pleasure one that can't compare?
To human flesh put here, alive for man
Replace with metal, bolts, nor even hair?
Alas admit,  a polished  thing to see
This metal shines with rust free guarantee!
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