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Written by sandflea68 in portal Flash Fiction

To the Rescue

“Ayyyyiiee, no, oh please not Lolita Lane!” The scream echoed and re-echoed through the stillness of the night as Super Bomb bent over the bloody carcass of what had once been the lovely reporter. Moments later, he was joined in his devastating distress in the middle of his driveway, by Bat Eye, his elderly consort and partner. (Yes, it’s true they were now using their super powers on the other side of the fence because they had tired of the super dames.) But this! This was the ultimate horror to find her spread eagled on the driveway with tire tracks running down her torso! After all, she had been his wife at one time before he had skipped to the other side.

“Gadzooks!” wailed Bat Eye. “This is the mark of The Comedian-I’d recognize those specialized tire tracks anywhere.”

And sure enough, clutched in her hands, was a list of three other super females with the words printed in large block letters, “They are next! She Bulk, Electra Vibes, and Invisible Dame! You stole them from me and now they are dead meat on a platter!” It was signed by the recognizable smiling clown face with which they had once been so familiar.

Super Bomb and Bat Eye were shaking with such emotion that they could hardly stand up. To tell you the truth, they were getting a little long in the tooth and would have to call in help. Why was it that they had aged and the Super Babes had stayed the same? Oh the miracles of plastic surgery and bathing in their miraculous fountain of youth!

Yes, Super Bomb could no longer catch a speeding bullet, engage the power of a locomotive or jump over tall buildings. He could barely hobble his wizened body on his old cane. Bat Eye now had difficulty fighting his war on crime; in fact, he spent his time reading old comic books from the glory days. But they knew they still had their mental faculties.

“Let’s call in the super bimbos,” suggested Super Bomb.

Soon, the glorious Wonder Chick was at their beck and call. “Well you know, I am usually the ambassador for peace and a fearsome warrior but this is just down my alley! I’ve been eating my power bars and working out and I liked that old broad, Lolita. I’ll use my Lasso of Verity and my Amazon bracelets. Just have to dig them out of the closet (like the closet you guys are in, she couldn’t help adding with a smirk!)”

“Let’s come up with a plan!” uttered Super Bomb as he adjusted his false teeth. “We must rid this planet once and for all of the dastardly Comedian! We’ll use Wonder Chick as bait. Just get your musty waist cincher out of storage – you’re beginning to get that middle aged spread!”

Angrily, Wonder Chick corseted herself into her former voluptuous costume, picked up her cellphone and called The Comedian, “Hi, babe, doing anything special tonight? Meet me out by the docks at the Bay and we’ll have a little fun.”

“You’re not on my list!” The Comedian retorted. But he couldn’t pass up the visions of sensuality and lust coursing through his head. Well, they really coursed elsewhere but that was self-evident. “I’ll meet you at 11:00 P.M. on the pier.”

Now the super heroes could set their trap. They hobbled to the pier and loosened some boards, sticking some sharp iron spikes into the water, protruding about 3 feet. For good measure, they sprayed bacteria on the spikes. Now everything was in place. Who said old super heroes couldn’t learn new tricks?

Super Bomb and Bat Eye toddled over to the boat house that night and hid near the windows to watch. Soon, they saw the Comedian roaring up in his clown car where he skidded to a stop at the foot of the pier. Spying the beauteous Wonder Chick strutting her wares at the end of the dock, he sauntered lazily toward her, so as to not appear too anxious, but ran the last few steps full of ardor and hopefulness! Just at the last moment, the acrobatic Wonder Chick leapt to the other side of the dismantled boards as The Comedian watched in horrified dismay the wood cracking and funneling him into the water where he was impaled like a hot dog on the sticks, meeting his very pointed end. It is said that if you listen closely, you can still hear ethereal moaning and shrieking at night out on the Bay but I can’t verify this for certain.

Wonder Chick went back to her exciting life and sent her costume out for dry cleaning while Super Bomb and Bat Eye headed home to their hot toddies and their scrapbooks of times past in their glory days. But would this be their last adventure? They thought not!

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Written by sandflea68 in portal Flash Fiction
To the Rescue
“Ayyyyiiee, no, oh please not Lolita Lane!” The scream echoed and re-echoed through the stillness of the night as Super Bomb bent over the bloody carcass of what had once been the lovely reporter. Moments later, he was joined in his devastating distress in the middle of his driveway, by Bat Eye, his elderly consort and partner. (Yes, it’s true they were now using their super powers on the other side of the fence because they had tired of the super dames.) But this! This was the ultimate horror to find her spread eagled on the driveway with tire tracks running down her torso! After all, she had been his wife at one time before he had skipped to the other side.

“Gadzooks!” wailed Bat Eye. “This is the mark of The Comedian-I’d recognize those specialized tire tracks anywhere.”

And sure enough, clutched in her hands, was a list of three other super females with the words printed in large block letters, “They are next! She Bulk, Electra Vibes, and Invisible Dame! You stole them from me and now they are dead meat on a platter!” It was signed by the recognizable smiling clown face with which they had once been so familiar.

Super Bomb and Bat Eye were shaking with such emotion that they could hardly stand up. To tell you the truth, they were getting a little long in the tooth and would have to call in help. Why was it that they had aged and the Super Babes had stayed the same? Oh the miracles of plastic surgery and bathing in their miraculous fountain of youth!
Yes, Super Bomb could no longer catch a speeding bullet, engage the power of a locomotive or jump over tall buildings. He could barely hobble his wizened body on his old cane. Bat Eye now had difficulty fighting his war on crime; in fact, he spent his time reading old comic books from the glory days. But they knew they still had their mental faculties.

“Let’s call in the super bimbos,” suggested Super Bomb.

Soon, the glorious Wonder Chick was at their beck and call. “Well you know, I am usually the ambassador for peace and a fearsome warrior but this is just down my alley! I’ve been eating my power bars and working out and I liked that old broad, Lolita. I’ll use my Lasso of Verity and my Amazon bracelets. Just have to dig them out of the closet (like the closet you guys are in, she couldn’t help adding with a smirk!)”

“Let’s come up with a plan!” uttered Super Bomb as he adjusted his false teeth. “We must rid this planet once and for all of the dastardly Comedian! We’ll use Wonder Chick as bait. Just get your musty waist cincher out of storage – you’re beginning to get that middle aged spread!”

Angrily, Wonder Chick corseted herself into her former voluptuous costume, picked up her cellphone and called The Comedian, “Hi, babe, doing anything special tonight? Meet me out by the docks at the Bay and we’ll have a little fun.”

“You’re not on my list!” The Comedian retorted. But he couldn’t pass up the visions of sensuality and lust coursing through his head. Well, they really coursed elsewhere but that was self-evident. “I’ll meet you at 11:00 P.M. on the pier.”

Now the super heroes could set their trap. They hobbled to the pier and loosened some boards, sticking some sharp iron spikes into the water, protruding about 3 feet. For good measure, they sprayed bacteria on the spikes. Now everything was in place. Who said old super heroes couldn’t learn new tricks?

Super Bomb and Bat Eye toddled over to the boat house that night and hid near the windows to watch. Soon, they saw the Comedian roaring up in his clown car where he skidded to a stop at the foot of the pier. Spying the beauteous Wonder Chick strutting her wares at the end of the dock, he sauntered lazily toward her, so as to not appear too anxious, but ran the last few steps full of ardor and hopefulness! Just at the last moment, the acrobatic Wonder Chick leapt to the other side of the dismantled boards as The Comedian watched in horrified dismay the wood cracking and funneling him into the water where he was impaled like a hot dog on the sticks, meeting his very pointed end. It is said that if you listen closely, you can still hear ethereal moaning and shrieking at night out on the Bay but I can’t verify this for certain.

Wonder Chick went back to her exciting life and sent her costume out for dry cleaning while Super Bomb and Bat Eye headed home to their hot toddies and their scrapbooks of times past in their glory days. But would this be their last adventure? They thought not!

#whiteelephanttales  #ChallengeFromHarrySiutation 
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Someday we'll come to see what we can be.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Endless

My raging soul

blazed in wildfire

of you as I flew

to the sun

half-naked in

warm embrace,

pointing the rays

of the gold

at those who will

meander with me

in slice of heaven

spread at my feet.

The wind veers,

the fog hunkers in

as I reach for the age

I’ll someday be,

asleep in the arms

of gun metal night,

seeing a footprint

tucked along coastline

as I ascend into

your moistened eyes

in moon struck goodbyes.

I must tread alone

while loved one rests

in peaceful berth

beneath marble slab

but someday I’ll see

life has not ended -

it has only changed

to an endless truth.

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Someday we'll come to see what we can be.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Endless
My raging soul
blazed in wildfire
of you as I flew
to the sun
half-naked in
warm embrace,
pointing the rays
of the gold
at those who will
meander with me
in slice of heaven
spread at my feet.
The wind veers,
the fog hunkers in
as I reach for the age
I’ll someday be,
asleep in the arms
of gun metal night,
seeing a footprint
tucked along coastline
as I ascend into
your moistened eyes
in moon struck goodbyes.
I must tread alone
while loved one rests
in peaceful berth
beneath marble slab
but someday I’ll see
life has not ended -
it has only changed
to an endless truth.

#challenge  #SomedayWellSeeWhatWeCanBe 
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A-White-Elephant-Exchange-Challenge-of-Sorts. Pick a discarded, worn out or unusable idea you've had for a story or poem and re-gift it to someone you know can breath new life into it! In the comments, tag the person along with the idea you are giving them. That person then has the option of completing the challenge and creating a new topic for someone else...or re-gifting the idea! I'll issue out the first topic and we may go from there. Tag me as well, if you wish. #whiteelephanttales
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

The Re-Education of Miss Soumya

He galloped into her life on white horse

but oh, he was dark and disarming.

The naïve and impressionable Miss Soumya

took the fatal first look, found him charming.

He wooed her and cooed her for succulent feast

aroused by round breast and mouthwatering skin.

Creamy white thighs and open moist mouth -

all screamed and begged him to canter right in.

Although sensuality radiated from her every pore,

she proclaimed he must wait till they marry.

He must talk to her Papa and ask for her hand

but libidinous hot man wasn’t willing to tarry.

“Oh no,” she screamed as she fought for her purity,

he ripped off her dainties, exposing bounty therein.

She scratched and pled and begged him to leave

but his beautiful dark body committed his sin.

Her innocence tarnished, she was surprised to find

that she enjoyed the violation, her whole body quivered.

As he turned his back and cavalierly rode off on his horse,

she thought lustfully of her loss of virtue and shivered.

Of one thing, Miss Soumya was certain -

she would lure him once again to her bed.

She sent him a note by fast homing pigeon and

she was ready for him on white quilted spread.

He was so aroused as he galloped back on white steed

envisioning the plunder of her luscious body once more

he was mounted and ready as he ravished her core

but the insolent man had no inkling what was in store.

The virginal lady tasted him with pink tongue all over

took charge, laid him on back, tied hands with white silk

used fingers and moist mouth to bring him to peak

slipped out silver dagger, said, “I’ve no need of your ilk!”

She stabbed him and stabbed him, in complete fury

watched in fascination as bedding turned red

but she knew in her heart, her desire had ignited

she must find one more cocky man to darken her bed.

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A-White-Elephant-Exchange-Challenge-of-Sorts. Pick a discarded, worn out or unusable idea you've had for a story or poem and re-gift it to someone you know can breath new life into it! In the comments, tag the person along with the idea you are giving them. That person then has the option of completing the challenge and creating a new topic for someone else...or re-gifting the idea! I'll issue out the first topic and we may go from there. Tag me as well, if you wish. #whiteelephanttales
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The Re-Education of Miss Soumya
He galloped into her life on white horse
but oh, he was dark and disarming.
The naïve and impressionable Miss Soumya
took the fatal first look, found him charming.

He wooed her and cooed her for succulent feast
aroused by round breast and mouthwatering skin.
Creamy white thighs and open moist mouth -
all screamed and begged him to canter right in.

Although sensuality radiated from her every pore,
she proclaimed he must wait till they marry.
He must talk to her Papa and ask for her hand
but libidinous hot man wasn’t willing to tarry.

“Oh no,” she screamed as she fought for her purity,
he ripped off her dainties, exposing bounty therein.
She scratched and pled and begged him to leave
but his beautiful dark body committed his sin.

Her innocence tarnished, she was surprised to find
that she enjoyed the violation, her whole body quivered.
As he turned his back and cavalierly rode off on his horse,
she thought lustfully of her loss of virtue and shivered.

Of one thing, Miss Soumya was certain -
she would lure him once again to her bed.
She sent him a note by fast homing pigeon and
she was ready for him on white quilted spread.

He was so aroused as he galloped back on white steed
envisioning the plunder of her luscious body once more
he was mounted and ready as he ravished her core
but the insolent man had no inkling what was in store.

The virginal lady tasted him with pink tongue all over
took charge, laid him on back, tied hands with white silk
used fingers and moist mouth to bring him to peak
slipped out silver dagger, said, “I’ve no need of your ilk!”

She stabbed him and stabbed him, in complete fury
watched in fascination as bedding turned red
but she knew in her heart, her desire had ignited
she must find one more cocky man to darken her bed.
#whiteelephanttales  #PhynneBelleChallenge 
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...so close, no matter how far...
Written by sandflea68 in portal Stream of Consciousness

Before We Began

I wait patiently for a chance

for our hearts to quiver,

spasmed together.

Boldly, I want you in my life.

I stuff the sadness

of your absence

in my right front pocket,

taking it out once in a while

to ingrain you in my mind.

Is this the beginning

or the end

of our existence?

We are braided

closely together,

no matter how far

the ribbons unravel.

We both seek

the worlds in which

we are not,

wanting to tear

down the walls,

living for days

within our sanity.

Yearning, I touch

the glass window,

seeing to break

in pieces

the harsh reality

of you on the other side.

We are 50 struggling steps

beyond our time,

an allegorical street away

but there are no paths

connecting.

Striding down lonely roads

accompanied by hordes

of anxious souls,

my heart is heavy

without you

in my long tunnel

of disquiet,

a blinding haze.

I ran to hug you once

but you were only

lingering in my dreams.

The measure of distance

dashed in futility

on threatening rocks.

My body crumples

like scratch paper

without the pen

of you

inscribing our story.

I delete

my stark emotions

and slip beneath

the crying water,

wishing to embrace,

rather than imagine,

what could be

but never was.

And so, my love

we parted

before we began.

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...so close, no matter how far...
Written by sandflea68 in portal Stream of Consciousness
Before We Began
I wait patiently for a chance
for our hearts to quiver,
spasmed together.
Boldly, I want you in my life.
I stuff the sadness
of your absence
in my right front pocket,
taking it out once in a while
to ingrain you in my mind.
Is this the beginning
or the end
of our existence?
We are braided
closely together,
no matter how far
the ribbons unravel.
We both seek
the worlds in which
we are not,
wanting to tear
down the walls,
living for days
within our sanity.
Yearning, I touch
the glass window,
seeing to break
in pieces
the harsh reality
of you on the other side.
We are 50 struggling steps
beyond our time,
an allegorical street away
but there are no paths
connecting.
Striding down lonely roads
accompanied by hordes
of anxious souls,
my heart is heavy
without you
in my long tunnel
of disquiet,
a blinding haze.
I ran to hug you once
but you were only
lingering in my dreams.
The measure of distance
dashed in futility
on threatening rocks.
My body crumples
like scratch paper
without the pen
of you
inscribing our story.
I delete
my stark emotions
and slip beneath
the crying water,
wishing to embrace,
rather than imagine,
what could be
but never was.
And so, my love
we parted
before we began.
#challenge  #SoCloseYetSoFar 
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Write a pair of haikus, one describing how each lover feels for the other.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Haiku

Haiku Love You

Hers

      Silken soft kisses

      unfolding like earth flowers

      blossoming to love.

His

      My love, the paintbrush

      brushes longing over you

      masterpiece of love.

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Write a pair of haikus, one describing how each lover feels for the other.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Haiku
Haiku Love You
Hers
      Silken soft kisses
      unfolding like earth flowers
      blossoming to love.
His
      My love, the paintbrush
      brushes longing over you
      masterpiece of love.

#challenge  #HisAndHerHaikus 
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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. 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 sandflea68

Vortex of Madness

Whirling, swirling, swiftly

       Madness stranger creeps in

       planting subliminal messages

       of insanity into my mind

       the voices, the voices

       mindless masked intruder

       digging graves of no meaning

       finger hooked into my wall

       in insane dots of fractured thought.

Whirling, swirling, swiftly

       Stranger absorbs me, takes me away

       caterwauling rhymes of madness

       ebony rocks striking my face

       unpredictable fire - sweet and sour

       elevator erupting up but never stopping

       dressing me with mad sparkled wreaths

       blinks of delusion smite my eyes

       spinning, spinning out of control.

Whirling, swirling, swiftly

       nonsense words scar my festering soul

       moonlight falls out of loveless sky

       collapsing into sunken eyes of mine.

       dried up barren well, I lick my lips

       feeling nothing, locked in darkness

       heartbeat freezes, I don’t breathe

       craziness prevails as I sigh softly

       we are not so different after all.

Whirling, Swirling, Swiftly

       Insanity is earth, twisted and fractured

       marigolds marching, invading, closing ranks

       madness is genius, kicking and screaming

       bones jabbed with pain, without release

       cemented feeling encasing my blackness

       obsessed with death, don’t know where I am.

       blooms of craziness hurled by stranger

       infiltration of fogginess, flowing madness

       mind wanderer lost in struggle evermore

       out, out damned spot, blood on my hands.

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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. 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 sandflea68
Vortex of Madness
Whirling, swirling, swiftly
       Madness stranger creeps in
       planting subliminal messages
       of insanity into my mind
       the voices, the voices
       mindless masked intruder
       digging graves of no meaning
       finger hooked into my wall
       in insane dots of fractured thought.

Whirling, swirling, swiftly
       Stranger absorbs me, takes me away
       caterwauling rhymes of madness
       ebony rocks striking my face
       unpredictable fire - sweet and sour
       elevator erupting up but never stopping
       dressing me with mad sparkled wreaths
       blinks of delusion smite my eyes
       spinning, spinning out of control.

Whirling, swirling, swiftly
       nonsense words scar my festering soul
       moonlight falls out of loveless sky
       collapsing into sunken eyes of mine.
       dried up barren well, I lick my lips
       feeling nothing, locked in darkness
       heartbeat freezes, I don’t breathe
       craziness prevails as I sigh softly
       we are not so different after all.

Whirling, Swirling, Swiftly
       Insanity is earth, twisted and fractured
       marigolds marching, invading, closing ranks
       madness is genius, kicking and screaming
       bones jabbed with pain, without release
       cemented feeling encasing my blackness
       obsessed with death, don’t know where I am.
       blooms of craziness hurled by stranger
       infiltration of fogginess, flowing madness
       mind wanderer lost in struggle evermore
       out, out damned spot, blood on my hands.

#challenge  #MadnessStranger 
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ethics
Written by sandflea68 in portal Philosophy

Crossroads

I bare my wounds

and aches in my world

as jaundiced eyes ignore

ethical standards,

dragging weighty baggage.

Gnarled words unfold

through thoughts of others,

black sun closing half

of my life to enrichment.

Debased virtues thrive

in a backward/forward

way of thinking

that it’s all

about me.

Encrypted voices

speak in tongues

in disdained smog

and unintelligible cries

of wood fires,

aghast at the loss

of integrity.

I face wrinkled mirrors

begging for the release

from prison bars

of my own creation.

Mastery of the storm

is an ethical dance of

life problems reuniting

with naked truth.

Birth of innocent child -

the root of ourselves –

reminder of

unblemished beginning.

I am stunned

by the staggering silence

of forgotten morality.

I face daunting crossroads

as I confront the fact

that I must be a witness

and come forth

from darkness

to protest the violation

of ethical dilemmas

of burrowing humankind.

Must I accept

the world as it is

through distorted mask?

Can I erase self-described

mission in life

to yell ethical biases

from the rooftop

of sordid yesterdays?

Clock strikes midnight,

time to examine life

with magnifying glass,

unleashing mind- contorted

values, camouflaged

by enslaved habits.

Cast off slanted mores,

proudly wearing the crown

of decency and morals,

uplifting promenade

reawakening sacred ethics.

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ethics
Written by sandflea68 in portal Philosophy
Crossroads
I bare my wounds
and aches in my world
as jaundiced eyes ignore
ethical standards,
dragging weighty baggage.
Gnarled words unfold
through thoughts of others,
black sun closing half
of my life to enrichment.
Debased virtues thrive
in a backward/forward
way of thinking
that it’s all
about me.
Encrypted voices
speak in tongues
in disdained smog
and unintelligible cries
of wood fires,
aghast at the loss
of integrity.
I face wrinkled mirrors
begging for the release
from prison bars
of my own creation.
Mastery of the storm
is an ethical dance of
life problems reuniting
with naked truth.
Birth of innocent child -
the root of ourselves –
reminder of
unblemished beginning.
I am stunned
by the staggering silence
of forgotten morality.
I face daunting crossroads
as I confront the fact
that I must be a witness
and come forth
from darkness
to protest the violation
of ethical dilemmas
of burrowing humankind.
Must I accept
the world as it is
through distorted mask?
Can I erase self-described
mission in life
to yell ethical biases
from the rooftop
of sordid yesterdays?
Clock strikes midnight,
time to examine life
with magnifying glass,
unleashing mind- contorted
values, camouflaged
by enslaved habits.
Cast off slanted mores,
proudly wearing the crown
of decency and morals,
uplifting promenade
reawakening sacred ethics.

#challenge  #ethics 
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Once upon a time, there was a hound who hollered, howled, and heckled through each and every night into the wee early hours of each and every morning. Why?
Written by sandflea68

Rabbits in the Sky

Skinny yellow hound dog

stinky breath and flea infested

wears a red bandana

and stays by old man’s side.

He thinks he’s the boss

won’t come when called

opens one eye to see

old man asleep in chair.

Dog keeps guarded watch

throughout the night

but daylight brings truth -

master doesn’t breathe.

Now hound dog walks alone

along the rocky shore

to lie across master’s grave

devastated on frozen ground

howling at top of lungs

begging to be with owner,

chasing rabbits in the sky.

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Once upon a time, there was a hound who hollered, howled, and heckled through each and every night into the wee early hours of each and every morning. Why?
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Rabbits in the Sky
Skinny yellow hound dog
stinky breath and flea infested
wears a red bandana
and stays by old man’s side.
He thinks he’s the boss
won’t come when called
opens one eye to see
old man asleep in chair.
Dog keeps guarded watch
throughout the night
but daylight brings truth -
master doesn’t breathe.
Now hound dog walks alone
along the rocky shore
to lie across master’s grave
devastated on frozen ground
howling at top of lungs
begging to be with owner,
chasing rabbits in the sky.

#challenge  #WhyHoundDogHowls 
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Visual inspiration! Poetry/Prose: Pick an image, any image, and write a poem about it! It can be distinctly about the image itself, or whatever the image makes you feel/think. Just go with the flow! I'll do one too. Make sure to upload your chosen image as a header and tag me!
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Unattainable

I hang my lantern

to light his way.

He holds

my delicate dreams

in his hands.

His skin is all

I breathe as I

desire the unattainable -

an incomplete masterpiece

on sullied canvas

holding court

in the sky,

waking up my eyes

to touch, to taste

ingrained on my mind.

In clouds of shattered hopes

my naïve heart drowns

up to my neck in tears,

broken glass

hurled against frustrated

walls, sealed in a box car

never to be opened.

I swallow the bitter taste

of glowing need

as I walk alone

in a black

and white photo

and he is not

in the picture.

.

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Visual inspiration! Poetry/Prose: Pick an image, any image, and write a poem about it! It can be distinctly about the image itself, or whatever the image makes you feel/think. Just go with the flow! I'll do one too. Make sure to upload your chosen image as a header and tag me!
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Unattainable
I hang my lantern
to light his way.
He holds
my delicate dreams
in his hands.
His skin is all
I breathe as I
desire the unattainable -
an incomplete masterpiece
on sullied canvas
holding court
in the sky,
waking up my eyes
to touch, to taste
ingrained on my mind.
In clouds of shattered hopes
my naïve heart drowns
up to my neck in tears,
broken glass
hurled against frustrated
walls, sealed in a box car
never to be opened.
I swallow the bitter taste
of glowing need
as I walk alone
in a black
and white photo
and he is not
in the picture.
.

#challenge  #PoemAboutAnImage 
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Written by sandflea68 in portal Haiku

Winter Robe

Mantle of fresh snow

blankets sleeping beauty earth

temperature falls.

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Written by sandflea68 in portal Haiku
Winter Robe
Mantle of fresh snow
blankets sleeping beauty earth
temperature falls.

#haiku 
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