There was a host who said how do you do
A woman upset didnt answer, for she was blue
He turned up his nose
She sat in repose
Neither were well to do
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People of the Jubilee
Life and I are at an impasse Reconciling other peoples fares Turning jubilance to nothing but a jubilee Presence just attendance Smiles participation While reality resembling the served beast The berries make it sweet As the dance acts as fodder for our time march, keeping it lively Disrupting everydays robotic mutiny A silent standoff for all involved Unaware of those hanging in the balance Only thing sweeter than the berries is ignorance of the happy Laughing in the faces of all under the tree of knowledge Left the morsels of small acts Consumed as gratitude Passed around until all have had a taste Thanking god we were invited to this place
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
Watcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
By spooky session7 days ago in Poets
Doing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
By Mohammed Darasi7 days ago in Fiction
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