violetwrites
Primarily a poet and performance poet, I coined the term, "Bluetry" to define my art. Bluetry grew out of people approaching me after readin
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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 violetwrites

AFRICAN QUEENS GROW EVERYWHERE

You look like an African Queen

Your hair all done up

In hills and valleys of braids

Divided, twisted, turned into more

Complicated patterns of braids

Gold pins adorn the top of your head

Create a universe of suns

Braids long to curl in intimate places

Snake down, telltale S's tendrils and spit curls

Trace down your forehead

Frame your soft round brown face

Fine doubles S's playfully extend down your neck

Endear my heart to spit curls,

Eyes cast, half-mast

Lips gently parted, full and moist

Of what do you dream, my teenage African Queen

I watch you and wonder who you are,

What do you think of and where

Goes your mind when you gaze?

I speculate about your family, your friends

Your enemies, your past,

Who made you what you are?

What have you suffered? What makes you glow?

Or smile My African Queen?

I study your expressions, they linger then flee,

A constant flux, a flow, stop and go

Ahh hah, ... Caught in a momentary thought

A spider web, a flicker of light

Shadows flitter cross your face,

Deep set eyes, warm, dark brown swirling pools,

... Is it anger I see?

Your slightly curled lips reveal disdain

And your ever-vigilant nature

EVER OBSERVANT ... ALWAYS WATCHFUL,

I CAUGHT YOU ON MY SUBWAY RIDE

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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 violetwrites
AFRICAN QUEENS GROW EVERYWHERE
You look like an African Queen
Your hair all done up
In hills and valleys of braids
Divided, twisted, turned into more
Complicated patterns of braids
Gold pins adorn the top of your head
Create a universe of suns
Braids long to curl in intimate places
Snake down, telltale S's tendrils and spit curls
Trace down your forehead
Frame your soft round brown face
Fine doubles S's playfully extend down your neck
Endear my heart to spit curls,
Eyes cast, half-mast
Lips gently parted, full and moist
Of what do you dream, my teenage African Queen
I watch you and wonder who you are,
What do you think of and where
Goes your mind when you gaze?
I speculate about your family, your friends
Your enemies, your past,
Who made you what you are?
What have you suffered? What makes you glow?
Or smile My African Queen?
I study your expressions, they linger then flee,
A constant flux, a flow, stop and go
Ahh hah, ... Caught in a momentary thought
A spider web, a flicker of light
Shadows flitter cross your face,
Deep set eyes, warm, dark brown swirling pools,
... Is it anger I see?
Your slightly curled lips reveal disdain
And your ever-vigilant nature
EVER OBSERVANT ... ALWAYS WATCHFUL,
I CAUGHT YOU ON MY SUBWAY RIDE


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Poetry contest. Twenty word minimum. First place will be decided based on the poem, of course, though the number of comments posted by others will be factored in (critiques or praise, no one word or three word quickies) and those who comment should "like" it to keep the judges looking for updated reads. Write a poem about anything. Aim for the gut. Winner gets $100.
Written by violetwrites

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

Over the last three years,

Three women tried to steal my sperm

One was true, she really loved me

She wanted to birth my baby,

I agreed cause I loved her

The other two said

They were on the pill

They just lied

I’m telling you this

cause I know you’re concerned

You’re my very best friend

And I have to get it off my chest

And I’ll tell you right now:

I forbid you to put this in a poem,

I have dominant genes

For some recessive disease,

That although I don’t have it

my children will

Almost all the men in my family

are blinded by this malady

It’s a plague that eats away their sight

It starts in mid to late thirties

They’re stoned blind by fifty

So when Renee, the love of my life

says she wants to have my babies

I had a feeling I never had before:

that overwhelming primal urge

to shoot my sperm within her loins

and watch it swell into a baby

but when we tried

the seed failed to fertilize

And I discovered I was sterile

GOD HELP ME, I WAS DESPONDENT

EITHER WAY, I COULDN’T WIN GENETICALLY

Now I’m brokenhearted

Renee I loved and would’ve married

But she returned to her former lover

and implored him

to seed her female garden

Since then Renee begged me

to remain her friend

and I did because I

didn’t want her to think

I wasn’t man enough to do that

And to this day

I still love her

Now, I’ve got three to take her place

But don’t worry,

Let me set your mind at ease

I can’t be tricked into

being a blind progenitor

and I mean that both ways

I know I should be grateful

But none of them excite me

And although it’s satisfying,

I’m very lonely

for the woman of my dreams

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Poetry contest. Twenty word minimum. First place will be decided based on the poem, of course, though the number of comments posted by others will be factored in (critiques or praise, no one word or three word quickies) and those who comment should "like" it to keep the judges looking for updated reads. Write a poem about anything. Aim for the gut. Winner gets $100.
Written by violetwrites
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
Over the last three years,
Three women tried to steal my sperm
One was true, she really loved me
She wanted to birth my baby,
I agreed cause I loved her

The other two said
They were on the pill
They just lied
I’m telling you this
cause I know you’re concerned
You’re my very best friend
And I have to get it off my chest

And I’ll tell you right now:
I forbid you to put this in a poem,
I have dominant genes
For some recessive disease,
That although I don’t have it
my children will

Almost all the men in my family
are blinded by this malady
It’s a plague that eats away their sight
It starts in mid to late thirties
They’re stoned blind by fifty

So when Renee, the love of my life
says she wants to have my babies
I had a feeling I never had before:
that overwhelming primal urge
to shoot my sperm within her loins

and watch it swell into a baby
but when we tried
the seed failed to fertilize
And I discovered I was sterile

GOD HELP ME, I WAS DESPONDENT
EITHER WAY, I COULDN’T WIN GENETICALLY

Now I’m brokenhearted
Renee I loved and would’ve married
But she returned to her former lover
and implored him
to seed her female garden

Since then Renee begged me
to remain her friend
and I did because I
didn’t want her to think
I wasn’t man enough to do that
And to this day
I still love her

Now, I’ve got three to take her place
But don’t worry,
Let me set your mind at ease
I can’t be tricked into
being a blind progenitor
and I mean that both ways

I know I should be grateful
But none of them excite me
And although it’s satisfying,
I’m very lonely
for the woman of my dreams
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