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A chilly November

A topaz frozen in cast off

always protects my eyes,

so I may see in another way,

all and sundry. Time, through

spyglass. There, a vessels torn sail spied.

Where once she was perched on

peaceable gaze and lay, suddenly

her cloths seemed extended.

With no winds purpose but to careen

in spirals, unknown to those

underneath the shrouds. A goddess there shined a stone of wisdom,

gifted from the moon. An amulet,

born of protection and

shared with the traveling men on board.

She had found little treats

in the galley~ preserves of peaches

spiced in cloves and honey;

one of the same heart, they played 'round,

stockpot and seven seas.

By now, far out of harbor~ yet in

bound; uncertain of the

conundrum concealed, for full and large

the burgundy barrels

fortified at bay~ tipped in flushed reds.

Fumes reached further, while each

plunging breaker brought on dangers,

more near. Exhausted, I

prayed over my carved talismans, to

draw luck from wintery

shades; in many hues of robin eggs,

blue~ to shield them from the

baseness of the headed boom. Still, my

history rests starkly

in my mind and cannot be shook. The

leather cargo on the

hold, a maple sextant to measure

angled stars overhead;

a painting in the Captain's cabin

of Portuguese water

hounds. Engraved cardinal points that went 'round the bezel of the

compass rose; leveling the gimble~

steadying thirty~two points.

But missing still, is the Skiff with all

it's passengers aboard.

The brigantine, with rigging on it's

sails~ covered in seize and

hijacked swine. Last seen bearing on six

hundred west; apart from their

destination, before vanishing

in mystery. However,

even in life's sorrows, I look through

emerald gems of the finest

waters, to forget the marauders

who buffeted my ship;

who took my eyes~ so as not to see

my lovely daughter and wife.

Only, forever to feel a void;

the essence of my ghost,

a vessel so dear~ Mary Celeste.

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Written by Jessi
A chilly November
A topaz frozen in cast off
always protects my eyes,
so I may see in another way,
all and sundry. Time, through
spyglass. There, a vessels torn sail spied.
Where once she was perched on
peaceable gaze and lay, suddenly
her cloths seemed extended.
With no winds purpose but to careen
in spirals, unknown to those
underneath the shrouds. A goddess there shined a stone of wisdom,
gifted from the moon. An amulet,
born of protection and
shared with the traveling men on board.
She had found little treats
in the galley~ preserves of peaches
spiced in cloves and honey;
one of the same heart, they played 'round,
stockpot and seven seas.
By now, far out of harbor~ yet in
bound; uncertain of the
conundrum concealed, for full and large
the burgundy barrels
fortified at bay~ tipped in flushed reds.
Fumes reached further, while each
plunging breaker brought on dangers,
more near. Exhausted, I
prayed over my carved talismans, to
draw luck from wintery
shades; in many hues of robin eggs,
blue~ to shield them from the
baseness of the headed boom. Still, my
history rests starkly
in my mind and cannot be shook. The
leather cargo on the
hold, a maple sextant to measure
angled stars overhead;
a painting in the Captain's cabin
of Portuguese water
hounds. Engraved cardinal points that went 'round the bezel of the
compass rose; leveling the gimble~
steadying thirty~two points.
But missing still, is the Skiff with all
it's passengers aboard.
The brigantine, with rigging on it's
sails~ covered in seize and
hijacked swine. Last seen bearing on six
hundred west; apart from their
destination, before vanishing
in mystery. However,
even in life's sorrows, I look through
emerald gems of the finest
waters, to forget the marauders
who buffeted my ship;
who took my eyes~ so as not to see
my lovely daughter and wife.
Only, forever to feel a void;
the essence of my ghost,
a vessel so dear~ Mary Celeste.
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Hibernate

Hermit me must leave

This fancy library awhile

Thanks and see you soon

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Hibernate
Hermit me must leave
This fancy library awhile
Thanks and see you soon
#nonfiction  #adventure  #poetry  #solong 
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Written by MsH in portal Haiku

Creative mind loves ...

four wheels and a drivers seat

destination: H o m e

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Creative mind loves ...
four wheels and a drivers seat
destination: H o m e

#adventure  #poetry  #philosophy  #haiku  #spirituality 
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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (April) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Twilight, and the ocean breaks…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by RichWithey

As The Ocean Breaks

Twilight, and the ocean breaks

A world in turmoil, like the heart that breaks

On rocks as ragged as broken bones

Ships seek shelter like orphans from broken homes

Like the lost and weary, the misguided sailing in the eerie...

Of the unsettled ink that whispers on your thoughts

A puzzle of your mind, fragmented by crosses and naughts

Solutions and stories that remain untold

Hidden on the waves for a moment before they fold

And renew...

Like thoughts disrupted and clarity disguised

The ocean of the soul refuses to carry lies

And so we come to this

A revelation in the mists

Of dark and stormy waters that purify...

Clarify?

Make ready for tales that no one knew

From broken vessels that ignored the lighthouse guiding lights

We find entertainment in the wreckage of firelight

And begin to write from secret shores

Calmer waters that make their own laws

We scrawl new histories of brighter days

Enlightened nights that follow the unforgiving sun and it's haze

We choose days to fade away

Step back from the world and play

New games, word games, puzzles and rhymes

These are the pages and these are our times

As we inspire

Set fire to the night

And party to twilight as the ocean breaks...

© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.

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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (April) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Twilight, and the ocean breaks…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by RichWithey
As The Ocean Breaks
Twilight, and the ocean breaks
A world in turmoil, like the heart that breaks
On rocks as ragged as broken bones
Ships seek shelter like orphans from broken homes
Like the lost and weary, the misguided sailing in the eerie...
Of the unsettled ink that whispers on your thoughts
A puzzle of your mind, fragmented by crosses and naughts
Solutions and stories that remain untold
Hidden on the waves for a moment before they fold
And renew...
Like thoughts disrupted and clarity disguised
The ocean of the soul refuses to carry lies
And so we come to this
A revelation in the mists
Of dark and stormy waters that purify...
Clarify?
Make ready for tales that no one knew
From broken vessels that ignored the lighthouse guiding lights
We find entertainment in the wreckage of firelight
And begin to write from secret shores
Calmer waters that make their own laws
We scrawl new histories of brighter days
Enlightened nights that follow the unforgiving sun and it's haze
We choose days to fade away
Step back from the world and play
New games, word games, puzzles and rhymes
These are the pages and these are our times
As we inspire
Set fire to the night
And party to twilight as the ocean breaks...


© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.
#adventure  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #nightdwellers 
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Friday Feature: @Bunny

Well blow me down, it’s already Friday - again! And that means the regular piece that you all enjoy, which is, of course, our Friday Feature. Each week we get to root through a Proser’s life, loves and linguistic leanings; and this week we have a smasher for you. Prosers, please be upstanding for @Bunny

P: What is your given name and your Proser username?

B: My ‘given name’, bestowed upon me by one of my best friends Stacia, and the family Tattoo Artist, my aunt Isabelle, is 'Bunny' Villaire. For Prose I go as Bunny.

Legally my name is Josh Villaire, but that name don't mean squat to me anymore.

Bunny is my spirit name, and I can see myself going by it until I'm a funny old man.

I imagine myself living by the lake, and someone yells out "Hey, Bunny!", and my funny old ears perk up.

I'm in the process of legally changing it, but what's in a name?

P: Where do you live?

B: I live in Grand Rapids, Michigan, but I’m really into moving around (upward and outward!), and my bands gearing up for a nationwide tour, (if not international) coming up real soon(at the latest, next Christmas). My band Tail From the Crypt is an underground Darkwave English and French bilingual band. We have electronic elements, and I have had to learn many new instruments for our band lately, so we can be as minimal as possible. The musical learning has consumed a great amount of my free time, much to my pleasure. We just recently had a release party for both our first full length Cd and our vinyl Ep, and now have a most righteous obligation to get our wild brand of sound out to anyone in earshot. Please give us a listen at: 

https://tailfromthecrypt.bandcamp.com/album/tail-from-the-crypt

P: What is your occupation?

B: I’m a starving artist. I live to write poetry, and maka the music. When I was homeless years ago, all I had was poetry and my band, and the Muse never dared leave my side. It’s always been my go to.

Rock’n’roll has teased my soul, and I like it. I’m also a Yoga instructor, and I do a little of that on the side. Got my start in that by teaching women at a Recovery Center.

Yoga is so very important in helping me calm my soul in times of psychic assault. Psychic assault comes from everywhere with our modern ongoing encroachment of technology.

P: What is your relationship with writing and how has it evolved?

B: I would say my writing really took off with my intial obsession with William S. Burroughs, and the beats in highschool.

Even before that I had a poem published in a compilation book at 13.

But then there was a magical copy of Leonard Cohen’s Best Of from the 60s to the 70s on Cd that mysteriously just appeared on my kitchen table for no other reason but to get my wheels spinning.

Beyond that, probably the most inspiring music that got my mind soaring, and my gums flapping was the all instrumental band Future Sound of London that I began singing to in my teens before I started any band. The lack of vocals was truly inspiring because I could insert myself between the lines.

I’ve sang and wrote for many various bands since 2001 to now, pretty much nonstop.

I’ve also attended poetry readings and performed performance art(shudder!) or what I like to call it ‘self sacrifice’.

"For similar reasons, Grand Rapids native Josh Villaire began incorporating elements of performance art into concerts with his now-defunct music ensemble, Coin. Today, Villaire is involved in Butoh and other projects he describes as “experimental theater,” but he shuns the label “performance artist.”

“I prefer ‘self-sacrifice.’” Villaire said. “That’s what it is.”

He continued: “You’re up there ripping your heart out in front of people. And if they don’t like it, maybe it’s because they’re looking into a dark side of their soul that they don’t like. That’s what I like about it.”

At first glance, Villaire’s take might seem a little self-indulgent (yet another reason some members of the general population might employ the word “crap” rather than working out an understanding of a performance art piece). But Villaire doesn’t see it that way. Posing a challenge to audience members, as he explained, is a way of gifting them with something to think about.

“It’s kind of like the stuff Andy Kauffman used to do,” Villaire said. “You never know if people are going to like it, and that’s so much better than people just clapping without even thinking about it.

“Maybe they’re angry when they go home, but at least they’re thinking about why they’re angry.”

---From Grand Rapids Magazine, 2004

Well for the past couple of years now I’ve been forcing myself to write at least one poem a day. I believe that this strictness to my routine has helped my writing grow immensely.

I have written a large body of songs for my various bands, always in the role of singer song-writer in all my projects. It’s only recently that I have just started to become a musician as well learning drum machine and keys, although one could say that the voice in itself is one of the most magnificent instruments. I’ve always been drawn to the rawer, content heavy writers like Leonard Cohen, Patti Smith, and Marianne Faithful.

At the same time, I cherish the ambiguous writers like William S. Burroughs, and Captain Beefheart. Rules are made to be broken when it comes to writing, and attempting various ways of producing literature.

I have self-published a zine of writing with a co-editor friend named Kevin Hovey. 

Together we focused on writing inspired by the nostalgic aura of trains, and train tracks. This venture, which landed us both in jail for breaking and entering on a train yard, was entitled ‘Track Marks’, and I’m still quite fond of it and the idea. It was a collection of short stories, and poems, and art. The newest zine that I’m now obsessed with completing is called ‘The Hairy Exchange’, and this newest project will be writing mostly focused on hard to find records(vinyl) and different avenues of acquiring vinyl, as well as incredibly strange music, and the history of the people behind it. There will also be stories of the cheapest record various collectors have ever bought, mainly the ones that are personal favorites in their collection.

The zine will also be rife with conspiracy stories, and perhaps some underground culture news.

P: What value does reading add to both your personal and professional life?

B: I remember a teacher once telling me that you should read more then you write, which I would agree with. Every time I read something I immediately find myself more inspired to write, and more inspired to speak my mind. Writing isn’t like most television. It doesn’t intimidate, it inspires, as long as you give it a chance. Although television nowadays has taken the form of Art House movies in the 90s. Reading literature, especially in physical book form, is a very engaging activity, because it allows you to form your own images.

P: Can you describe your current literary ventures and what can we look forward to in future posts?

B: I’m currently writing a short story about a desert grifter right now who has a scam going with some prostitutes somewhere in California, and I feel my writing pushing towards a kind of Kafkaesque dark comedy region. Perhaps it’s in my blood, but I love the dark, and I’m feeling progressively driven towards that kind of formula of revelling in the unexpected, and championing the humor of the mundane and how it erupts into beautiful chaos. There's nothing more interesting to me than investigating the nuances of chaos.

P: What do you love about Prose?

B: I love the opportunity to meet so many of my ilk and breed. The writer in general is quite an interesting animal, and any chance I can get to break bread, and share thoughts with kindred souls is my cup of Whiskey.

P: Is there one book that you would recommend everybody should read before they die?

B: Amerika by Franz Kafka.

P: Do you have an unsung hero who got you into reading and/or writing?

B: My uncle Lou Villaire had a compilation book of poetry published when I was a preteen. I always looked to him as a great influence with his book ‘Worldings’, and many of his friends and connections from when he was in the poetry group the Twilight Tribe.

P: Describe yourself in three words!

B: Challenging, cryptic, and opaque.

P: Is there one quote, from a writer or otherwise, that sums you up?

B: “Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly”

--Franz Kafka

P: What is your favourite music, and do you write or read to it?

B: I favor many musical genres. I’m an avid record junkie, addicted to many various styles of music, but the one style of music I’ve perhaps been most obsessed with lately is Italian Disco. Italian Disco is similar to Space Disco, but worlds away from American Disco. Lately I’ve been really in Funk also, and been trying hungrily to track down all the best Chaka Khan records.

P: You climb out of a time machine into a dystopian future with no books. What do you tell them?

B: I think that the best thing to do in that situation would be to write a book. Maybe one with dirty pictures in it so's you can get their attention if their all deteriorated in the mental department. Whatever can get them reading again, and realizing it's vital importance in the scheme of things.

P: Do you have a favourite place to read and write?

B: I love to write under bridges, and underpasses. I love finding magical environments that resonant with the rebel, and the loner. The process of finding a secret place where you can feel comfortable writing can be quite rewarding as well. From experience, I've found that the best way to generate new writing material is by taking a long walk. This is where a tape recorder to record your thoughts comes in handy.

P: Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you/your work/social media accounts?

B: I'd like to reiterate that my vinyl record, and my full length CD I just released with my band Tail From the Crypt is some of the best stuff (writing and otherwise) I've ever been a part of.

Both are available for listening and purchase at: 

https://tailfromthecrypt.bandcamp.com/album/tail-from-the-crypt

And that’s how you do a Friday Feature. Do your Prose thang and like, follow, love and interact with Bunny – and buy his record (do you ship to the UK? – PaulDChambers). Thanks for your answers, Bunny! You really gave in that.

If you are a regular user of Prose and want to feature, or you know someone that does (or should), then do please get in touch with us at info@theprose.com

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Friday Feature: @Bunny
Well blow me down, it’s already Friday - again! And that means the regular piece that you all enjoy, which is, of course, our Friday Feature. Each week we get to root through a Proser’s life, loves and linguistic leanings; and this week we have a smasher for you. Prosers, please be upstanding for @Bunny

P: What is your given name and your Proser username?
B: My ‘given name’, bestowed upon me by one of my best friends Stacia, and the family Tattoo Artist, my aunt Isabelle, is 'Bunny' Villaire. For Prose I go as Bunny.

Legally my name is Josh Villaire, but that name don't mean squat to me anymore.

Bunny is my spirit name, and I can see myself going by it until I'm a funny old man.

I imagine myself living by the lake, and someone yells out "Hey, Bunny!", and my funny old ears perk up.

I'm in the process of legally changing it, but what's in a name?

P: Where do you live?
B: I live in Grand Rapids, Michigan, but I’m really into moving around (upward and outward!), and my bands gearing up for a nationwide tour, (if not international) coming up real soon(at the latest, next Christmas). My band Tail From the Crypt is an underground Darkwave English and French bilingual band. We have electronic elements, and I have had to learn many new instruments for our band lately, so we can be as minimal as possible. The musical learning has consumed a great amount of my free time, much to my pleasure. We just recently had a release party for both our first full length Cd and our vinyl Ep, and now have a most righteous obligation to get our wild brand of sound out to anyone in earshot. Please give us a listen at: 

https://tailfromthecrypt.bandcamp.com/album/tail-from-the-crypt

P: What is your occupation?
B: I’m a starving artist. I live to write poetry, and maka the music. When I was homeless years ago, all I had was poetry and my band, and the Muse never dared leave my side. It’s always been my go to.

Rock’n’roll has teased my soul, and I like it. I’m also a Yoga instructor, and I do a little of that on the side. Got my start in that by teaching women at a Recovery Center.

Yoga is so very important in helping me calm my soul in times of psychic assault. Psychic assault comes from everywhere with our modern ongoing encroachment of technology.

P: What is your relationship with writing and how has it evolved?
B: I would say my writing really took off with my intial obsession with William S. Burroughs, and the beats in highschool.

Even before that I had a poem published in a compilation book at 13.

But then there was a magical copy of Leonard Cohen’s Best Of from the 60s to the 70s on Cd that mysteriously just appeared on my kitchen table for no other reason but to get my wheels spinning.

Beyond that, probably the most inspiring music that got my mind soaring, and my gums flapping was the all instrumental band Future Sound of London that I began singing to in my teens before I started any band. The lack of vocals was truly inspiring because I could insert myself between the lines.

I’ve sang and wrote for many various bands since 2001 to now, pretty much nonstop.
I’ve also attended poetry readings and performed performance art(shudder!) or what I like to call it ‘self sacrifice’.

"For similar reasons, Grand Rapids native Josh Villaire began incorporating elements of performance art into concerts with his now-defunct music ensemble, Coin. Today, Villaire is involved in Butoh and other projects he describes as “experimental theater,” but he shuns the label “performance artist.”

“I prefer ‘self-sacrifice.’” Villaire said. “That’s what it is.”

He continued: “You’re up there ripping your heart out in front of people. And if they don’t like it, maybe it’s because they’re looking into a dark side of their soul that they don’t like. That’s what I like about it.”

At first glance, Villaire’s take might seem a little self-indulgent (yet another reason some members of the general population might employ the word “crap” rather than working out an understanding of a performance art piece). But Villaire doesn’t see it that way. Posing a challenge to audience members, as he explained, is a way of gifting them with something to think about.

“It’s kind of like the stuff Andy Kauffman used to do,” Villaire said. “You never know if people are going to like it, and that’s so much better than people just clapping without even thinking about it.

“Maybe they’re angry when they go home, but at least they’re thinking about why they’re angry.”
---From Grand Rapids Magazine, 2004

Well for the past couple of years now I’ve been forcing myself to write at least one poem a day. I believe that this strictness to my routine has helped my writing grow immensely.
I have written a large body of songs for my various bands, always in the role of singer song-writer in all my projects. It’s only recently that I have just started to become a musician as well learning drum machine and keys, although one could say that the voice in itself is one of the most magnificent instruments. I’ve always been drawn to the rawer, content heavy writers like Leonard Cohen, Patti Smith, and Marianne Faithful.

At the same time, I cherish the ambiguous writers like William S. Burroughs, and Captain Beefheart. Rules are made to be broken when it comes to writing, and attempting various ways of producing literature.

I have self-published a zine of writing with a co-editor friend named Kevin Hovey. 

Together we focused on writing inspired by the nostalgic aura of trains, and train tracks. This venture, which landed us both in jail for breaking and entering on a train yard, was entitled ‘Track Marks’, and I’m still quite fond of it and the idea. It was a collection of short stories, and poems, and art. The newest zine that I’m now obsessed with completing is called ‘The Hairy Exchange’, and this newest project will be writing mostly focused on hard to find records(vinyl) and different avenues of acquiring vinyl, as well as incredibly strange music, and the history of the people behind it. There will also be stories of the cheapest record various collectors have ever bought, mainly the ones that are personal favorites in their collection.

The zine will also be rife with conspiracy stories, and perhaps some underground culture news.

P: What value does reading add to both your personal and professional life?
B: I remember a teacher once telling me that you should read more then you write, which I would agree with. Every time I read something I immediately find myself more inspired to write, and more inspired to speak my mind. Writing isn’t like most television. It doesn’t intimidate, it inspires, as long as you give it a chance. Although television nowadays has taken the form of Art House movies in the 90s. Reading literature, especially in physical book form, is a very engaging activity, because it allows you to form your own images.

P: Can you describe your current literary ventures and what can we look forward to in future posts?
B: I’m currently writing a short story about a desert grifter right now who has a scam going with some prostitutes somewhere in California, and I feel my writing pushing towards a kind of Kafkaesque dark comedy region. Perhaps it’s in my blood, but I love the dark, and I’m feeling progressively driven towards that kind of formula of revelling in the unexpected, and championing the humor of the mundane and how it erupts into beautiful chaos. There's nothing more interesting to me than investigating the nuances of chaos.

P: What do you love about Prose?
B: I love the opportunity to meet so many of my ilk and breed. The writer in general is quite an interesting animal, and any chance I can get to break bread, and share thoughts with kindred souls is my cup of Whiskey.

P: Is there one book that you would recommend everybody should read before they die?
B: Amerika by Franz Kafka.

P: Do you have an unsung hero who got you into reading and/or writing?
B: My uncle Lou Villaire had a compilation book of poetry published when I was a preteen. I always looked to him as a great influence with his book ‘Worldings’, and many of his friends and connections from when he was in the poetry group the Twilight Tribe.

P: Describe yourself in three words!
B: Challenging, cryptic, and opaque.

P: Is there one quote, from a writer or otherwise, that sums you up?
B: “Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly”
--Franz Kafka

P: What is your favourite music, and do you write or read to it?
B: I favor many musical genres. I’m an avid record junkie, addicted to many various styles of music, but the one style of music I’ve perhaps been most obsessed with lately is Italian Disco. Italian Disco is similar to Space Disco, but worlds away from American Disco. Lately I’ve been really in Funk also, and been trying hungrily to track down all the best Chaka Khan records.

P: You climb out of a time machine into a dystopian future with no books. What do you tell them?
B: I think that the best thing to do in that situation would be to write a book. Maybe one with dirty pictures in it so's you can get their attention if their all deteriorated in the mental department. Whatever can get them reading again, and realizing it's vital importance in the scheme of things.

P: Do you have a favourite place to read and write?
B: I love to write under bridges, and underpasses. I love finding magical environments that resonant with the rebel, and the loner. The process of finding a secret place where you can feel comfortable writing can be quite rewarding as well. From experience, I've found that the best way to generate new writing material is by taking a long walk. This is where a tape recorder to record your thoughts comes in handy.

P: Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you/your work/social media accounts?
B: I'd like to reiterate that my vinyl record, and my full length CD I just released with my band Tail From the Crypt is some of the best stuff (writing and otherwise) I've ever been a part of.

Both are available for listening and purchase at: 

https://tailfromthecrypt.bandcamp.com/album/tail-from-the-crypt

And that’s how you do a Friday Feature. Do your Prose thang and like, follow, love and interact with Bunny – and buy his record (do you ship to the UK? – PaulDChambers). Thanks for your answers, Bunny! You really gave in that.

If you are a regular user of Prose and want to feature, or you know someone that does (or should), then do please get in touch with us at info@theprose.com

#nonfiction  #adventure  #news  #FF  #FridayFeature 
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Written by ShiuliMukherji in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Forget me not

Remember me!

That September night

while flying kite

when the windy sky glittered

and a beautiful paper kite fluttered

demanding more roll of thread

as the opponent was steadily moving ahead

You looked out for a partner

who new the grounds and the flying rules

cause winning was the goal for you

but I was just wanting to be with you

That September night

while flying kite

we met and you won the bet

I held the thank you note.

Hope you remember & forget me not

As I am the kite

that made you a flying knight.

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Forget me not
Remember me!
That September night
while flying kite
when the windy sky glittered
and a beautiful paper kite fluttered
demanding more roll of thread
as the opponent was steadily moving ahead
You looked out for a partner
who new the grounds and the flying rules
cause winning was the goal for you
but I was just wanting to be with you

That September night
while flying kite
we met and you won the bet
I held the thank you note.
Hope you remember & forget me not
As I am the kite
that made you a flying knight.
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Penelope...

It had been a long time since dragons had ruled the world but that didn't stop them from being smug youknowwhats. The smuggest of all was a dragon named Autolatry. Far to old to change his ways, Autolatry hadn't quite gotten used to the idea, or even entertained the idea, that people now ruled the known world. The idea just didn't suit his preferred order of things. He continued to burn villages to the ground, stealing princesses only sightly less obnoxious than himself; hiding them away from wannabe knights in high towers atop higher mountains.

But as with all great villains, an end to his evil ways was drawing nearer by the day. A hero, named Penelope (The man registering births that year had been rather deaf), was growing up in a small town; ruled by the single thought of rescuing the damsels from their high towers and slaying the dragon. Then one day, all grown up, rusting blade in hand, he had arrived at Autolatry's gate.

He knocked to no reply (his mother was big on manners), so quiet as a mouse, he snuck through the "open" gates, through the great hall to the place where Autolatry lay upon a bed of gold. Great snores rumbled through the hall, sleep was rare for dragon kind and when it hit, the sleep was deep and vast. With a sicker-snack Penelope parted Autolatry from his head. Not an eyelid flickered, not a noise was made. The dragon had been slayed!

Off he went, proclaiming to all, "The deed is done, dragon is dead!" Cheers echoed through the streets but fame I am afraid, did get the better of Penelope. He soon demanded a price be paid, for ridding the land of Autolatry. But greed grows if fed. Soon princesses were only returned upon payment... Economies collapsed under the weight of heavy taxations brought about to pay the might sums that were demanded; soon the land was beyond repair and the people beyond despair.

So history teaches us, that far too often, one villain is replaced by another and that evil comes in many forms. 

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Written by AWriter in portal Fantasy
Penelope...
It had been a long time since dragons had ruled the world but that didn't stop them from being smug youknowwhats. The smuggest of all was a dragon named Autolatry. Far to old to change his ways, Autolatry hadn't quite gotten used to the idea, or even entertained the idea, that people now ruled the known world. The idea just didn't suit his preferred order of things. He continued to burn villages to the ground, stealing princesses only sightly less obnoxious than himself; hiding them away from wannabe knights in high towers atop higher mountains.

But as with all great villains, an end to his evil ways was drawing nearer by the day. A hero, named Penelope (The man registering births that year had been rather deaf), was growing up in a small town; ruled by the single thought of rescuing the damsels from their high towers and slaying the dragon. Then one day, all grown up, rusting blade in hand, he had arrived at Autolatry's gate.

He knocked to no reply (his mother was big on manners), so quiet as a mouse, he snuck through the "open" gates, through the great hall to the place where Autolatry lay upon a bed of gold. Great snores rumbled through the hall, sleep was rare for dragon kind and when it hit, the sleep was deep and vast. With a sicker-snack Penelope parted Autolatry from his head. Not an eyelid flickered, not a noise was made. The dragon had been slayed!

Off he went, proclaiming to all, "The deed is done, dragon is dead!" Cheers echoed through the streets but fame I am afraid, did get the better of Penelope. He soon demanded a price be paid, for ridding the land of Autolatry. But greed grows if fed. Soon princesses were only returned upon payment... Economies collapsed under the weight of heavy taxations brought about to pay the might sums that were demanded; soon the land was beyond repair and the people beyond despair.

So history teaches us, that far too often, one villain is replaced by another and that evil comes in many forms. 
#fantasy  #fiction  #adventure  #philosophy  #dragons 
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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse

peak.ed

Here I stand, amid nervous muddy lowlands

vexed muscles querying these fresh intentions

I gaze upward, skywards. Another mountain.

Onwards I'm crying. Here we go again I think

I do think. And so I think, can I do this? Can I?

Or will this new peak too crumble apart, dead

and rotten beneath foot, as I trudge, gritted teeth,

sold on resolve, renewed old, oh now so evolved

up slippy sloped sides but shorter breath this time

finite lungfuls stretched less long to horizon's edge

and in my hand, a flag. My flag. Will it be pitched

or join the sad pile sat atop its fading predecessors?

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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse
peak.ed
Here I stand, amid nervous muddy lowlands
vexed muscles querying these fresh intentions
I gaze upward, skywards. Another mountain.
Onwards I'm crying. Here we go again I think
I do think. And so I think, can I do this? Can I?
Or will this new peak too crumble apart, dead
and rotten beneath foot, as I trudge, gritted teeth,
sold on resolve, renewed old, oh now so evolved
up slippy sloped sides but shorter breath this time
finite lungfuls stretched less long to horizon's edge
and in my hand, a flag. My flag. Will it be pitched
or join the sad pile sat atop its fading predecessors?
#nonfiction  #adventure  #poetry  #philosophy  #opinion 
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Write a poem using the words "remember" and "forget" at least once, with one at the beginning and one near the end.
Written by Vinhies in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Be remember as a

Be a fearless government

Be a fly like a bee

Be a crow with dark black feathers

Be a strong man with huge muscles

Be a weak man with thin like a pen

Be a animal with walking footsteps

Be a crazy to be successful

Be a car fuel with petrol

Be a photography with a focus lens with a snap to shot

Be a camera to shot video with a button

Be what you are to be inspired in your heart

Be a happy of kindness

Be a fear of anger

By vinh Nguyen

Followed me on Kik @vinhies

24/4/2017

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Written by Vinhies in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Be remember as a
Be a fearless government
Be a fly like a bee
Be a crow with dark black feathers
Be a strong man with huge muscles
Be a weak man with thin like a pen
Be a animal with walking footsteps
Be a crazy to be successful
Be a car fuel with petrol
Be a photography with a focus lens with a snap to shot
Be a camera to shot video with a button
Be what you are to be inspired in your heart
Be a happy of kindness
Be a fear of anger

By vinh Nguyen
Followed me on Kik @vinhies
24/4/2017

#fiction  #nonfiction  #adventure  #education  #poetry  #philosophy  #film  #spirituality  #news  #culture  #opinion 
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Written by Shells in portal Poetry & Free Verse

She dances at sunset

There's a borderline destruction

On your tongue

Washed out by sinful eyes of innocence

and divinity. 

A star-crossed messiah on the 

Brim

Of self discovery and

stubborn pride

A patchwork heroine

Dressed in sequins and 

Burnt out stars

A Natural disaster 

On the brink of eruption

smooth silk lines

Of sunsets dancing 

on the cove

The greed of the native born

rolled into 

the determined jaw

Sinking skies of

Sin and lust 

devour the sordid souls

Of self deprivation and

Need

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Written by Shells in portal Poetry & Free Verse
She dances at sunset
There's a borderline destruction
On your tongue
Washed out by sinful eyes of innocence
and divinity. 

A star-crossed messiah on the 
Brim
Of self discovery and
stubborn pride

A patchwork heroine
Dressed in sequins and 
Burnt out stars
A Natural disaster 
On the brink of eruption

smooth silk lines
Of sunsets dancing 
on the cove

The greed of the native born
rolled into 
the determined jaw

Sinking skies of
Sin and lust 
devour the sordid souls
Of self deprivation and
Need
#nonfiction  #romance  #adventure 
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