What tattoo do you want and where would you put it? Please note, this is not a selfy. If I had a tattoo, where would it be? Not on my elbow, and not on my knee. One on my chest? That's probably best, and one on the arm wouldn't do any harm. Then what about …
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Dear Joseph A century spun, Joseph, a life complete, Now hushed in slumber, where shadows meet. No breath you draw, no sun you feel, Just echoes softly, the years reveal. A hundred rings, a whispered name, Through fields of memory, a flickering flame. The touch of time, a …
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain. Oh, the questions that plague my days, The queries that set my soul ablaze. Let me count the ways I despise, The things that make me roll my eyes. “Did you get a haircut?” No, I shed, Like a golden retriever on my bed. “Are …
Oh, lemon drizzle, sunshine’s twin, A citrus cloud, where joy begins. A sponge so light, it almost floats, A tangy zest, that tickles throats. I bake you often, or I try, Though sometimes things do go awry. The oven fumes, the timer pings, And then, disaster! Soggy things! Or worse, I’m keen, I’m on the …
Better as a performance poem rather than printed word. To be read very slowly with a pause after each punctuation mark.… This poem is in not autobiographical, a confessional or a reflection of my life. I just write this stuff, I don't live it. That's not me! Photo from Pexels photo 247918. Pleasure accompanied by …
Just for the record, that's not me! - Picture produced by Ai. Last year, they say, is history. The new year, is just a mystery. No So, as we ponder what’s in store Before we open New Year’s door, Reflect on what we’ve done. First, last year's resolutions Our world changing revolution Was set last …
The hush descends, the revelry has ceased, A quiet pause, a moment of release. The Christmas lights, though fading, are still aglow, Casting a soft haze, a peaceful, gentle flow. The days drift by, a languid, lazy pace, A time for rest, a time to find one’s place. The year recedes, its memories take hold, …
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Definitions: Otherness is the result of a discursive process by which a dominant in-group (“Us,” the Self) constructs one or many dominated out-groups (“Them,” Other) by stigmatizing a difference – real or imagined – presented as a negation of identity and thus a motive for potential discrimination. Otherness... an image created using Ai. Not the …
Hidden regions of my mindunexplored, ignored, for fearof what is hiding there.We do not wish to know, to go, to enter or venture into such adventure,whether engraved, depraved, enslaved orlost, or lust, a must that cannot be explored, just deplored, and preferably ignored, bored and left to rot. Help a thirsty author and fund me …
