Cobh Readers & Writers Daily Prompt ~ Day VIII

Cobh R&W DailyPrompts ~ DayVIII Demagogue.'Can I have your attention please'My path has no snow or wood to diverge in,'I need all of your attention now'I take the road less travelled by,'Look at me, pay attention to my golden glow'I follow it under the desert moon,'Worship at my altar, full attention over here'Led by Coyotes... Continue Reading →

Cobh Readers & Writers Daily Prompt ~ Day V

CobhR&W Daily Prompt ~ Day V Not sure where this came from. A comment on internet trolls & the hateful. Those who offer nothing, yet demand everything. Often demented cowards, who while hiding behind anonymous accounts, have caused outrageous harm. Malign actors, amplifying fear, division & hatred. So maybe this is a modern day curse... Continue Reading →

Cobh Readers and Writers Daily Prompt Day II

Cobh R&W Daily Prompt II So here is this mornings effort, another #micropoem. Guard of Nature.Quack, spake the Mandarin,And the kindhearted rustled,The paper bag to pull scraps,And crumbs of poppyseeded bread,To share on the tended bank,Of the shapely pond,A guard of nature,Adding each gentle act,As they pause and ponder,To the universes store of karmic credit.... Continue Reading →

Pulpit Musketry

 Pulpit Musketry. Peoples charity was only meant to stretch, to putting a penny into a ceramic head, brown people tuning up on the doorstep, wasn't ever part of the deal, we brought them sanitation, for accepting subjugation, ornamentation for the gallows, to reward rebellion, grateful fawning over infested blankets, was the only response necessary, decades... Continue Reading →

The Master’s Dog

The Master's Dog Guilty looks from left to right, glancing over sunken shoulders, ensuring fitting purity for the words, filthy black bastard, it rolls out of yellowed mouth, hits the deck like a seagulls shit, always seeking their approval, like a dog aching for the Master's hand, such a common thing, delivered with the snigger... Continue Reading →

Toll

Toll. Bright tolls that hideous bell, varnished edges biting at the collarbone, unprotected by the cheap white shirt, damp from the last wearing of the cassock, burning incense from the dark interior, lacquer from the brass handles, cloying and heavy in the heat, last night’s fighting as raw, as the nervous marks on my left... Continue Reading →

Nomad

Nomad. Dancing in the shade of a warship, miles from anywhere, a weary little nomad, alighting to take refuge on the dark grey timber, worn out and staggering, Rest, be at peace, staring fascinated, remembering in the haze of this beautiful dusk, past summers spent at home, Lying in the rough grass, lost in the... Continue Reading →

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