I participate in Five Minute Friday. Set the timer for 5 minutes and freewrite with the word provided. Find the link up here. Set the timer and GO! I am measure against other people all the time ex…
“The poor man really has a stake in the country. The rich man hasn’t; he can go away to New Guinea on his yacht. The poor have sometimes objected to being governed badly; the rich have always objected to being governed at all. Aristocrats were always anarchists.”
G.K. Chesterton, English writer, poet, philosopher, dramatist, journalist, orator, lay theologian, biographer, literary and art critic.
I’m terrified that is all but it’s not enough you do not leave me you follow me like I’m your prey you’re a ghost from my past terrorizing my waking dreams holding me back in fear I’m terrified but that… Continue Reading →
in this secluded English garden
with exultant birds singing
sticky winged insects buzzing
fresh from bud daffodils nodding
water in the stream whispering
and the spring sun warm upon my face
I am at peace
deep in contemplation
thinking of you
of your beauty
and your sweet
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I wrote this a year ago. Today is a similar day.
Art by Richard S Johnson
For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love is fair. In the end, winners and losers find the same dead-end.
The pretty girl wanting eyes looked into my eyes. Searching for the salvation of perfect kiss and embrace. I wrote a poem for her, just honest words to smooth the way to an unrequited love.
Lace, silk sheets and long night, make the lovers wish and hold out.
Dark is the night when lonely people confuse lust for love,
the body needs make us accept the fear, the knowing love is fleeing and love is invisible.
The sweet hard kiss tasted like stale whiskey and old wine.
Unkempt love must find mutual place and need.
You are an ornament of beauty, a treasure for a wise man.
Dead heart and hope…
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reflects little light
in your many facets
ruby red lips
little black dress
all light seems
drawn to you
and little light
can escape you
rose red lips
you make light
forget its path
not even the devil
can escape you
Welcome to Week 165 of Three Line Tales.
photo by Stijn te Strake via Unsplash
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
- Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
- Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- Have fun.
what it means to be proud
it took too many years
for me to be free
from the contempt
forced on me
always making me feel smaller
than you were
knocking me down
me losing my identity
giving up my right to believe in myself
what a horrible mother you were
of frustration and tears
to break barriers
sure would have been easier
knowing my value
you were supposed to be on my side
did it without you
lived an honorable, scarred life
healed all the wounds
inside and out
ups and downs
gains with each effort
failure was not
you weren’t ever my safety net
so much better than what was
my time has…
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