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He failed but would not let it go.
He would not let things rest.
He has to prod and press and woe
In niggling senseless tests.
He cannot accept evidence.
He contradicts all fact.
His weakness grows in petulance
Yet haggle seems he must.
A pity he’s so insecure.
His desperate noisome pouts.
Yet reason in most still endures
And his time will soon run out.
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Niggle in 66 words
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So he shouts
At the wind
For blowing
To where he did not
Want it,
And demands
Others swear
There’s no wind
Because he’s so
Quixotic.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Quixotic in 26 words
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When all was said and done,
There was no question
Of whether or when
Or why,
She would be expected
To abide by all
The rules they had
Intended to
Apply.
The law was set.
The outcome clear.
She was to follow
And adhere.
For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: abide
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“We believe in freedom,” they proclaimed,
“So of course you’re free to choose!”
Then they added
As her lips began to show
Relief,
“Just as long as what you choose
Is what we say you must
Believe.”
“For after all,” they stressed
When she blinked at
The paradox,
“We cannot have you
Infringing on our freedom,
When it is
Your body for us to be free
To make the choices
For.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Paradox in 71 words
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He believed all fair
In fight
Or wrangle,
Even if it left his life
A constant
Tangle.
For the mere thought of loss
Any would
Dangle,
Had him target max
Potential
To mangle.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Wrangle in 33 words
“You think he’ll win?”
Shlomi shrugged. Elections or not, he was distracted by the scents wafting from the cart across the stone-paved alley. His wife would kill him if he drank any of the juices. Diabetes would kill him, too. So it was just a matter of whether it’ll happen on his terms.
Or not.
He sighed.
“Get that pomegranate juice,” Abdul urged. “You know no one makes it like my father does.”
Better die happy than sad.
“Abu Abdul,” Shlomi called across the narrow alley. “One pomegranate?”
“For sure, Habibi,” the old man grinned. “Want that fake-sugar in there?”
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He is known for his insatiable
Need
For drama.
Histrionics
Are his drug.
He requires frequent dosing
Of idolizing
Chants by crowds.
He does not believe in
Science
Or in reason
Or in truth,
Which to him detract from
The ardent fervor
He craves as complete
Fealty
Proof.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Histrionics in 48 words
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They stood in opposition to
Those infatuated
By the asinine,
Those energized by contempt,
Reveling in hate.
They stood in opposition to
The denial of reality
And the dismissal of
Fact
And science
And pain
And death.
They cast ballots in opposition to
Ineptitude upheld as
Strength,
And insults as
Saving face.
They linked
Metaphorical arms
In solidarity with
Truth
And hope
In possibility of
Reclaiming faith.
To show their children
That voice
Helps.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Asinine in 74 words
A hummingbird in statute, but a
Megalith of
Hope and
Strength and
Notorious
Mother Earth energy.
Decency incarnate,
Filled with
Determination and
True strength,
She endured
Beyond endurance,
And inspired
Beyond hope,
And will still,
For her legacy shall
Hold.
A real-life super-woman
Even as she was
Super
Human.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Megalith in 49 words
What are we to do?
They asked,
When all seems to be
So broken-up?
How can we rectify
When the mess
We allowed
Exceeds nightmare
Proportions?
Perhaps,
The measured response was,
Begin with
Cleaning up.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Rectify in 35 words
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