Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #281 Mess&Intense

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My mind is a mess,

moulding intense emotions,

maelstrom of madness.

 

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Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #133 ~Thoughts of Yew.

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I stand in silence exuding the dignity expected by my infrequent, reluctant visitors. Casting long shadows over the darkened windows, the black lace veils and dark suits so seldom aired. Offering comfort through familiarity to the grief-stricken, the respectful onlookers, the older ones knowing what best to say and do. Inwardly I smile for have I not, like many of my kind, stood guard at the cemetery gates for half of my two hundred year life.

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Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #13 – November 23, 2019 ~ Misery #6wsp

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Moment of marriage, lifetime of misery.

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Eden saw doubt in their trembling smiles, they never expected her to recover. She had never seen compassion in anyone’s eyes before and was confused and frightened at their touch. Although not unpleasant it felt strange to have gentle hands running down her back and over her flanks. She yawned and felt she had to try and stand, if only to take a small sip of water. A privilege denied her for the past two days. Unsteadily, she shook her head and stretching her legs made as if to stand. It was too difficult but she heard an unfamiliar babble of sound. The tones were gentle, reassuring and somehow she understood that today would be the first day of a new life. When she opened her eyes she heard a loud cheer and looking into the eyes that stared down at her she could make out the tears running down. She too wanted to cry but it was with happiness not the pain she had often felt as she was taken out of her crate for yet another mating. She was sure this would be different and she did not resist as she found herself being lifted. She felt a soft blanket cover her and instinctively knew she was being rescued from her life of hell.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 23/19 ~flyer/ad

I scan the shelves and my eyes alight upon a magazine I haven’t read for a couple of months. To encourage my desire to maintain a reasonable level of fitness in my advancing years and on the advice of my GP. I remove it from the shelf. As is customary nowadays it is encased in a clear polythene wrapper. Oblivious to the current concern about single use plastic the publishers appear to share my own irritation at the number of people I see reading all the magazines without a thought of purchase, thus leaving the merchandise in second-hand condition, creased pages and dog-eared corners and all. After purchase I get the magazine to the car and head home. Eagerly I tear my way in and as I turn the first page an avalanche of paper leaflets fall onto the table thence onto the floor. Upon retrieval I glance at the inane sheaf of brightly coloured sheets. Amidst the promises of untold riches if I am willing to make a telephone call for a mere two pounds a minute I notice one extolling the virtues of a home stairlift, a winch to raise me from the bathtub and a host of ingenious ideas to make life easier in the home. Very helpful to an expected clientele of people considering conquering all the long distance footpaths in Britain or walking holidays in the country of their choice. At least they haven’t been clogging up the hard-pressed postal system.

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 154 #PhotoPrompt #shadorma

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she turns with a smile,

inviting,

smooth white limbs

encased in mesh, not feathers

will she fly with me?

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Crimsons’s Creative Challenge #54

priory-undercroft-I’d like a photo in there said Anne

so off we went, camera in hand

but first I had to pee,

she held it for me

and that’s how our romance began

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 20th 2019, at dawn

Egypt (166)The sun rises once more

but now breeds understanding

first dawn of mankind

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Thursday photo prompt: Spawning season(recycled and updated) #writephoto

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I stood at the side of the lake scanning all around the horizon, “yes, it’s all quiet, “I thought, “so I can get this awful costume off. I have collected what I came for, well, he did really,” suppressing a slight  giggle at the un-intentioned pun. Reaching between my legs I released the carefully concealed catch and the smooth, dry-textured, false skin started to split open. With a little effort, due to the tightness of the fit, I was able to peel the head and torso over the top of my crest to hang like a deflated balloon around my waist before rolling the lower half down my legs to the ground. It lay on the bank, a shapeless, porcine mass. My whole body shuddered,  “Yuk, ” I thought, “how do they look at themselves in this, it’s creepy. ”

The air felt cool against my scales and once more checking that the shore was deserted I picked up the bundle and walked down to the water’s edge. Eagerly slipping into the cold waters I prepared to swim down to the bottom where the committee, would be eagerly waiting. Once again I, like few others successfully, had completed my task and the technicians would be able to continue their work.

I thought about my encounter the previous evening with the one interesting looking specimen who sat alone looking rather bored. He did manage to raise a smile when he caught me looking at him, even more so when he imagined a welcoming smile in return. Perhaps he must have thought that his luck was in when he felt that I started coming on to him. It had been hard work trying to convince him that  my intentions were purely to come out, have a few drinks and  hopefully a good time with a little romance thrown in.  In our carefully contrived conversation I had established his capacity to satisfy my needs. He had once been married with a family but now alone and in need of some company. He could never have guessed the real reason for my eagerness.

If he could see me now he would swear that it had all been a bad dream, very bad, after he had stopped retching of course. No doubt  he would then have had a very long shower, alone this time, before throwing  all the bedclothes in the machine to wash  away any lingering memories. Even the funny video camera he had used, for reference purposes, his words not mine, would have been thrown away I’m sure.

I had been a little worried at one stage, wondering if the sample I needed would ever be collected but we eventually  got a large enough amount deposited correctly. Now I was able to carry some more of this essential human sperm back to the colony where it would help in our next spawning. Not too many more trips and there would be enough of our hybrids, each spawning more successful and Earth-race like than the last. Then they would be able to break free from the waters. Their newly developed breathing organs would be  strong enough to start the colonisation of the planet so meticulously planned and prepared for after our escape from Mars..

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #280 Valley#Peak

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From the highest peak

down to the deepest  valley,

see Nature’s wonders

 

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