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Written by Finder in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Dim Smile

He smiled

but it didn't seem to touch his eyes.

Taught long ago

to swallow his feelings

his joy

got stuck

between his heart and throat.

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"He smiled but it didn't seem to touch his eyes..."
Written by Finder in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Dim Smile
He smiled
but it didn't seem to touch his eyes.

Taught long ago
to swallow his feelings
his joy
got stuck
between his heart and throat.
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Written by LastChosen in portal Stream of Consciousness

Dream Watcher

Never give up YOUR dreams, because we are the only one who can make OUR dreams a reality. Where there is love, there is life. Where there is pain, there is room for healing. Where there are mistakes, there is always room for growth... If you never have any rain in your life, you wouldn't appreciate the sunshine. It takes no more time to see the good side of life than it takes to see the bad. Thus, glance at the bad, but gaze at the good!

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Written by LastChosen in portal Stream of Consciousness
Dream Watcher
Never give up YOUR dreams, because we are the only one who can make OUR dreams a reality. Where there is love, there is life. Where there is pain, there is room for healing. Where there are mistakes, there is always room for growth... If you never have any rain in your life, you wouldn't appreciate the sunshine. It takes no more time to see the good side of life than it takes to see the bad. Thus, glance at the bad, but gaze at the good!
#philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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Magnetic Souls

Magnetic souls I love the sound 

Of that as the ground pounds an

Rumbles beneath our feet as the 

Earth's core moves and our mere

Breathing connects for seconds 

On end allowing as to move as one

I've traveled across the sun 45 times

In my life span in search of you 

And in a blink of an eye and puffs of 

Smoke this love could be gone so

Every night while I sleep my only 

Thought are of you so everyday I 

Can't wait to sleep so I'm able to 

Dream of you and have sweet 

visions of  us as we walked on the 

Moonlight and you pulling me close

Then in a split second you were gone

Leaving me all alone with tears in my

Eyes until you stroke my face gently and whisper softly in my ear that  you'll 

always be here by my side as long 

As we live. A dream  I hope to see come 

True like off the silver screen right from a movie scene 

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Written by IntheeyesofMya in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Magnetic Souls
Magnetic souls I love the sound 
Of that as the ground pounds an
Rumbles beneath our feet as the 
Earth's core moves and our mere
Breathing connects for seconds 
On end allowing as to move as one
I've traveled across the sun 45 times
In my life span in search of you 
And in a blink of an eye and puffs of 
Smoke this love could be gone so
Every night while I sleep my only 
Thought are of you so everyday I 
Can't wait to sleep so I'm able to 
Dream of you and have sweet 
visions of  us as we walked on the 
Moonlight and you pulling me close
Then in a split second you were gone
Leaving me all alone with tears in my
Eyes until you stroke my face gently and whisper softly in my ear that  you'll 
always be here by my side as long 
As we live. A dream  I hope to see come 
True like off the silver screen right from a movie scene 
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Willing

We all have to do things that we really don’t want to do sometimes.

When we resist them,

It seems that they consume our thoughts,

Then our lives.

What if we just became willing to do all those things?

Those things we can’t stand.

This could be the key.

To get out of that resistance.

To not be owned by those things that we don't want to do.

To be free...

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Willing
We all have to do things that we really don’t want to do sometimes.
When we resist them,
It seems that they consume our thoughts,
Then our lives.
What if we just became willing to do all those things?
Those things we can’t stand.
This could be the key.
To get out of that resistance.
To not be owned by those things that we don't want to do.
To be free...
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Prose Challenge of the Week #30: It's Independence Day and the aliens have invaded. You have one chance to save the planet by describing to them what Independence means. Share that speech with us. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Written by El_Tennze

to all of you invaders

You can take all the golds that all these lands could mine. Nickel, silver,oil - they will all be yours. You can take away all the ornaments that decorate our bodies and strip us of all our wealth.

But please, please don't rob us the joy of seeing the beauty of our world, indulging in it as we please. Don't deprive us of the freedom to wander our own terrains, sail our own seas, and fly in our own skies. Don't leave us bereft of the utmost liberty to love a person in our own place in our own time in our own way, to foster our own children and protect them from every harm, and to build our own homes in the safest place we could find.

We can dance as we like, sing as we like, and paint as we like. Don't ever skin us of these little things that make up our very souls.

Freedom, justice, love. You can't ever see them walking the streets but they abound all around here. And these are the greatest riches of our nations. If you so much at least impale them, then we'd all be just meat standing on two legs.

Our brothers have been slaves, our ancestors had been slaves. But they've all been freed; there are no more chains around their feet. If we would all be slaves again, deprived of the right to choose, then we'd rather be dead for the core of our humanity has been taken away.

We know we can't repel your forces; all our armaments may crumble in your wake, but look at us. In liberty, we can do good and we can do bad. But the rewards are upon us, the punishments are upon us. We write our own story - that is our independence.

We are already writing it now. Leave us to give it our own ending - be it happy or not.

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Written by El_Tennze
to all of you invaders
You can take all the golds that all these lands could mine. Nickel, silver,oil - they will all be yours. You can take away all the ornaments that decorate our bodies and strip us of all our wealth.

But please, please don't rob us the joy of seeing the beauty of our world, indulging in it as we please. Don't deprive us of the freedom to wander our own terrains, sail our own seas, and fly in our own skies. Don't leave us bereft of the utmost liberty to love a person in our own place in our own time in our own way, to foster our own children and protect them from every harm, and to build our own homes in the safest place we could find.
We can dance as we like, sing as we like, and paint as we like. Don't ever skin us of these little things that make up our very souls.

Freedom, justice, love. You can't ever see them walking the streets but they abound all around here. And these are the greatest riches of our nations. If you so much at least impale them, then we'd all be just meat standing on two legs.

Our brothers have been slaves, our ancestors had been slaves. But they've all been freed; there are no more chains around their feet. If we would all be slaves again, deprived of the right to choose, then we'd rather be dead for the core of our humanity has been taken away.

We know we can't repel your forces; all our armaments may crumble in your wake, but look at us. In liberty, we can do good and we can do bad. But the rewards are upon us, the punishments are upon us. We write our own story - that is our independence.

We are already writing it now. Leave us to give it our own ending - be it happy or not.
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Written by BloodforInk in portal Poetry & Free Verse

the stoic-denied ties that grind

Normal requisitioned

a fairer vision be lent

Undo the undid

Coriolanus  belligerently 

sent   on     his

parasympathetic allotment of 

what you'd gotten in

Yeats your peregrine falcon

has bought into retrograde

Chagrinful now he looks at you

What Would W.B. Do?

Blade now stained to hilt

Holding center in it's mouth.

Wasteland the home now to hollow men

In the holar' nestled-in

Hollerin' bout what coulda been

If men were g-d

and g-d not him.

We can never un-know the furrowed brow

Before lowing mingled blood and time

drains your world of here and now.

We hold to truth, consciousness kin to holy

Yet consciousness-less never lies

is never lonely.

so i await you there

for-ever cleansed

by negated clarity

in that crisp rare

air 

of  just aint there

 

 

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Written by BloodforInk in portal Poetry & Free Verse
the stoic-denied ties that grind
Normal requisitioned
a fairer vision be lent
Undo the undid
Coriolanus  belligerently 
sent   on     his
parasympathetic allotment of 
what you'd gotten in
Yeats your peregrine falcon
has bought into retrograde
Chagrinful now he looks at you
What Would W.B. Do?
Blade now stained to hilt
Holding center in it's mouth.
Wasteland the home now to hollow men
In the holar' nestled-in
Hollerin' bout what coulda been
If men were g-d
and g-d not him.

We can never un-know the furrowed brow
Before lowing mingled blood and time
drains your world of here and now.
We hold to truth, consciousness kin to holy
Yet consciousness-less never lies
is never lonely.

so i await you there
for-ever cleansed
by negated clarity
in that crisp rare
air 
of  just aint there
 
 

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Written by Yowwa

On The Slopes of The Old Man

She had a fair stride

And falling locks to drive a man wild

And she skipped as she went

And she lived on the slopes of the Old Man

With blushing her cheeks

And a fair maidens heart

Did she swear she would marry a soldier

And she sat and she spun

With a song in her heart

And she lived on the slopes of the Old Man

And the word was sent back

To this fair waiting maid

Her betrothed had been lost in the trenches

And she wept and she swore

She'd love no man no more

And she cried on the slopes of the Old Man

T'was a dew day in spring

As she gazed out o'er Coniston

That she dried up her eyes

And she cried her goodbyes

And she moved o'er the crags

And she died on the slopes of the Old Man

Now she skips as she goes

In the moons twilight glows

With her lover in hand

For a ring on her hand

And she haunts on the slopes of the Old Man

(The Old Man of Coniston, for those of a mind, stands proud of Coniston Water in Cumbria)

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Written by Yowwa
On The Slopes of The Old Man
She had a fair stride
And falling locks to drive a man wild
And she skipped as she went
And she lived on the slopes of the Old Man
With blushing her cheeks
And a fair maidens heart
Did she swear she would marry a soldier
And she sat and she spun
With a song in her heart
And she lived on the slopes of the Old Man
And the word was sent back
To this fair waiting maid
Her betrothed had been lost in the trenches
And she wept and she swore
She'd love no man no more
And she cried on the slopes of the Old Man
T'was a dew day in spring
As she gazed out o'er Coniston
That she dried up her eyes
And she cried her goodbyes
And she moved o'er the crags
And she died on the slopes of the Old Man
Now she skips as she goes
In the moons twilight glows
With her lover in hand
For a ring on her hand
And she haunts on the slopes of the Old Man


(The Old Man of Coniston, for those of a mind, stands proud of Coniston Water in Cumbria)
#fiction  #romance  #horror  #poetry 
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Harry Situation's 12 Days of Holiday Reviews: The First Christmas: The Story of the First Christmas Snow

And now we are in unfamiliar territory for this next special. As in I don't have any memory watching this special at all. I don't have much to say about this special because there isn't much to say about it. It's completely forgettable. 

This special is about a young shepherd boy named Lucas, who becomes blinded by a freak lightning storm. Funny, usually you get killed or get an awesome looking scar after being hit by lightning but whatever. He's taken under the care of the kind nuns at their abbey but the priest insists that Lucas must be taken to an orphanage due that he has no parents. And no I'm not going to make any pedophile priest jokes in this review. Period!

So throughout the special nothing happens. There's no crisis, no threat to the abbey, nothing to actually get the plot movie. Just for whatever reason he's just hanging out at the abbey and talking to the nuns and the kids there but that's all there is. It's basically a Rankin/Bass version of a Seinfeld episode. I guess the only other thing is that Lucas becomes part of the choir and he sings, and then snow falls and...he's cured of his...blindness? What the fuck?!? You're really trying me here, aren't you Rankin and Bass? I can look past Baby Jesus resurrecting a dead animal, I can look past Baby Jesus pulling a Jedi mind trick, but if you think I'm going to accept the fact that snowfall cures blindness because Jesus or whatever, you're fucked in the head! I guess you can get away with any bullshit just as long as you say, "Cuz Jesus" somewhere.

Hey everybody! I wrote a story where the devil is married and now a loving father! What? You can't do that! Why would you do such a thing? Cuz Jesus! Okay, that makes perfect sense.

Just to be clear I'm not trying to be mean or step on anyone's toes. Believe what you want to and I'm cool with that. I have my opinion and you have yours, so to each their own as they say. Just don't shun anyone who doesn't believe in what you believe or try to force your beliefs down their throats. Now put away those torches and pitchforks and cut me out of this noose, will ya?

Another thing that rubbed me the wrong way is when they state that like a good shepherd Lucas starts worrying about what will happen to his sheep after being blinded. If I was that kid I wouldn't care about my sheep. I've just been blind, I'd be freaking my shit out. I'd be wanting my parents. In fact, where the fuck are his parents again? Am I to assume that they are trapped inside the dimensional realm along with the dead Disney parents and missing fathers of Pokemon trainers?

Here's my biggest problem with the special: the voice acting is terrible. You can tell that the children are being voiced by child actors based on their less-than enthusiastic performances. God, I just want these fucking brats to at least try to emote. Give me some emotion! At least try, goddammit! The story's pretty weak too. I could even explain it to you even if you'd ask nicely.

Is there anything good about this special? Well, this special does feature the song 'White Christmas'. Not Bing Crosby's version but still. And it's thankfully short. Other than that I don't know what else I can say. This wasn't their best, but it certainly wasn't their worst. 

                           Positives:                                      Negatives:

                          -White Christmas                         -Forgettable

                          -Short                                          -Bad voice acting

                                                                              -Weak story

                                                                              -Snow cures blindness? WTF?

Final Grade: D

Odds are you haven't seen this special so I won't ask that. So what's your favorite rendition of White Christmas? Do you think snow can cure blindness? Please be kind, leave a like and comment, and check back for more holiday review specials!

Best Quote:

Lucas: "What a happy Christmas! The first real happy Christmas of my life."

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Harry Situation's 12 Days of Holiday Reviews: The First Christmas: The Story of the First Christmas Snow
And now we are in unfamiliar territory for this next special. As in I don't have any memory watching this special at all. I don't have much to say about this special because there isn't much to say about it. It's completely forgettable. 

This special is about a young shepherd boy named Lucas, who becomes blinded by a freak lightning storm. Funny, usually you get killed or get an awesome looking scar after being hit by lightning but whatever. He's taken under the care of the kind nuns at their abbey but the priest insists that Lucas must be taken to an orphanage due that he has no parents. And no I'm not going to make any pedophile priest jokes in this review. Period!

So throughout the special nothing happens. There's no crisis, no threat to the abbey, nothing to actually get the plot movie. Just for whatever reason he's just hanging out at the abbey and talking to the nuns and the kids there but that's all there is. It's basically a Rankin/Bass version of a Seinfeld episode. I guess the only other thing is that Lucas becomes part of the choir and he sings, and then snow falls and...he's cured of his...blindness? What the fuck?!? You're really trying me here, aren't you Rankin and Bass? I can look past Baby Jesus resurrecting a dead animal, I can look past Baby Jesus pulling a Jedi mind trick, but if you think I'm going to accept the fact that snowfall cures blindness because Jesus or whatever, you're fucked in the head! I guess you can get away with any bullshit just as long as you say, "Cuz Jesus" somewhere.

Hey everybody! I wrote a story where the devil is married and now a loving father! What? You can't do that! Why would you do such a thing? Cuz Jesus! Okay, that makes perfect sense.

Just to be clear I'm not trying to be mean or step on anyone's toes. Believe what you want to and I'm cool with that. I have my opinion and you have yours, so to each their own as they say. Just don't shun anyone who doesn't believe in what you believe or try to force your beliefs down their throats. Now put away those torches and pitchforks and cut me out of this noose, will ya?

Another thing that rubbed me the wrong way is when they state that like a good shepherd Lucas starts worrying about what will happen to his sheep after being blinded. If I was that kid I wouldn't care about my sheep. I've just been blind, I'd be freaking my shit out. I'd be wanting my parents. In fact, where the fuck are his parents again? Am I to assume that they are trapped inside the dimensional realm along with the dead Disney parents and missing fathers of Pokemon trainers?

Here's my biggest problem with the special: the voice acting is terrible. You can tell that the children are being voiced by child actors based on their less-than enthusiastic performances. God, I just want these fucking brats to at least try to emote. Give me some emotion! At least try, goddammit! The story's pretty weak too. I could even explain it to you even if you'd ask nicely.

Is there anything good about this special? Well, this special does feature the song 'White Christmas'. Not Bing Crosby's version but still. And it's thankfully short. Other than that I don't know what else I can say. This wasn't their best, but it certainly wasn't their worst. 

                           Positives:                                      Negatives:
                          -White Christmas                         -Forgettable
                          -Short                                          -Bad voice acting
                                                                              -Weak story
                                                                              -Snow cures blindness? WTF?

Final Grade: D

Odds are you haven't seen this special so I won't ask that. So what's your favorite rendition of White Christmas? Do you think snow can cure blindness? Please be kind, leave a like and comment, and check back for more holiday review specials!

Best Quote:
Lucas: "What a happy Christmas! The first real happy Christmas of my life."
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Victoria B.

Genovese

Rolling

From wisdom

Her tongue

Mia Nona

Robust and

Deeply rooted

Enriched

In a vineyard

Of plum

Richness with

The old

Life bawling

For heritage

Realized

Familia

Pride steady

With tradition

The Loyalty

Innate

(Mandatorily)

And passionate

Eternally

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Victoria B.
Genovese
Rolling
From wisdom
Her tongue
Mia Nona
Robust and
Deeply rooted
Enriched
In a vineyard
Of plum
Richness with
The old
Life bawling
For heritage
Realized
Familia
Pride steady
With tradition
The Loyalty
Innate
(Mandatorily)
And passionate
Eternally
#nonfiction  #poetry  #family  #culture  #italian 
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Felt like a good idea at the time

Three vodkas for lunch

In bed half asleep and pissed

I need more control

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Felt like a good idea at the time
Three vodkas for lunch
In bed half asleep and pissed
I need more control
#prose  #haiku  #alcohol 
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