First, Me

Source of Inspiration


I toss a candy wrapper
on the ground and complain
the world is polluted
fight with my friend, then
say the world knows no peace
multiply this by seven
billion people and you will
not wonder why the world is
in crisis. Every piece of
litter counts, every act of
kindness left undone, every
harsh word spoken.

We each must make the world
we wish to have.

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Weekend Writing Prompt – Pre-loved

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wk 223 pre-loved


Lovingly, they both sorted the books. These were very dear to them, but it was time to let them go. They had enjoyed reading them, but since they were moving, taking so many heavy books with them wasn’t an option.

The mother helped her son arrange the books in the cartons. Once done, she closed it and wrote, “ Pre-loved books for children”. The carton would be donated to the community center.

Word count; 71




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Share Your World – August 23,2021

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Melanie is the host of SYW


Can you parallel park (if you drive)? If you don’t drive, can you still skip?

I can park, provided that there is ample space on both sides. Since I drive very infrequently and the traffic here is chaotic anyway, it really doesn’t matter much how we park. As for skipping, I’m advised not to do so with my artificial joints and my weight. 😛

Do you prefer early morning or late evening? Or something in between?

I love to get up early in the morning, when everyone else is asleep. But my health app doesn’t like it if I have less than 7 hours of sleep. So after my morning prayers, I go back to sleep for a couple of hours. Late night doesn’t work for me at all because if I’m awake till midnight, the chances of me going to sleep naturally…

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Whispers of a poet's heart

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This is simply my life

For all its known worth

My brokenness and hurt

What’s done, is done

Life only comes but once

It could’ve been better

I could’ve been much worse

I’m not pleading innocence

Nor am I accepting full guilt

I’ve lived life in blinding dark

On Light’s most outer fringe

Whenever I fall, Oh! I fall hard

Like in love, I freely give myself up

Heart and soul, is all…I really am


Poet of the Light © 2021

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