humanoid

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Day 1-April PAD Challenge for Poetic Asides

each morning I don this suit
brush its silken hair
paint perfect lips
into a convincing smile
sheep do not detect a wolf
wearing their cloth
I take the stage
lift my hands to the heavens
all rise and kneel before me

I Am the Alpha
I Am the Omega
I Am

BRILLIANT BLOOMS – PROMPT #145 AND PALINDROME

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Thank you Walt! Truly an honor.

POETIC BLOOMINGS

Every little thing adds up to the people and poets we are. We are guided by that little spark that glows within each of us. And each breath we take and all that we do becomes a little thing (in the scope of the universe) to spark another person. Together, we make a mighty noise! So, now to BLOOM…

WALT’S SELECTION:

The simple things always seem to be most overlooked. We pay little heed, because we need to focus on a bigger prize. But, when we stop to “smell the roses” we find a pleasure that comes at little cost and has great value. Each blade of grass, and cloud in the sky all become a part of a grand plan. In simple rhyme, this poem by Majory T Thompson conveys this brilliantly.

TAKING FOR GRANTED (T-4-G) by Marjory T Thompson

T-4-G….
how easily
it slips into
the things we…

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DENIAL: A palindrome poem

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   Written for Creative Bloomings Inform Poets prompt: Palindromes

 

force protective

binding memories covered lightly

sheets caressing her burning skin

guilt deified retribution

recurrent sagas in

denial

in sagas recurrent

retribution deified guilt

skin burning her caressing sheets

lightly covered memories binding

protective force

           

Found Poem “in Our Dreams We Read

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A found poem from prologue of “In Our Dreams We Read” by Bruce K. Berger

Illiteracy smacked me

Sent me sprawling

Reading was never optional

My mother was a schoolteacher

My father devoured newspapers

–And western novels

I gathered for nightly bedtime stories

Trekked each week to the library

Stories fed my imagination

Fueled my dreams

 

Literacy isn’t a gift given to all

Bob couldn’t read

What don’t you understand?

“The whole damn thing, he said.”

“I can only read in my dreams.”

 

Illiteracy isn’t sexy

It doesn’t wear suggestive clothing

Sometimes they pretend

They are proud

So they just keep on keeping on

It is not an unsolvable problem

People who can read

Help others to read

Why finer thing can someone do

Than influence the life of another?