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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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Weekend Writing Prompt
Do Or Die
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There were no two ways about it. The situation was dire.
He pressed his weight onto the box to seal it.
Nailed it shut.
He stood back then to admire his handiwork.
A wall of boxes. Most of them no longer wiggling.
It was do or die.
And it wasn’t going to be him who did the dying.
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Dire in 58 words
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False Freedom
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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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A Constant Tangle
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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
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What She Left
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There was not much there for her to
Bequeath:
A bit of lore.
A song no one had sung
Before.
Handwritten maps of forest paths
That others were likely yet to
Find.
A man’s sweater someone must have left
Behind.
Assorted photos of odd things,
Like stumps of trees
And rocks
And feathers that her favorite cat would
Bring.
There was not much for her to
Bequeath.
But what she had,
All could concede,
She loved and therefore
Was itself
A gift
Of life well-lived.
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Bequeath in 85 words
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His Insatiable Need
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.
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Vault
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Rise to seek the freedom
In the air above the
Obstacle.
Find clearing that will give you
Path to pass
Beyond
The fence.
Learn the code that holds
The keys to better
Places.
Then you can let worries of
Shattered spaces
Lift,
And release the latch from fear
To what will let you
Step openly
Away.
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Conclusively Lucid
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She couldn’t have been clearer.
She couldn’t have been more firm.
Still he chose to disregard and
Pretend it wasn’t him.
She told him to pack his stuff.
She told him he must leave.
Still he chose to linger and
Refused to cleave.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Lucid in 43 words
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In Opposition
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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
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