Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: November 5, 2019

Go Dog Go Café

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challengesthat can be written in 10 to 15minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting. Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support. All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on yourown blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry with the phrase “swiftly failing memory” in it

Happy Writing!

View original post

We Stole The Place – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

parallax

VJs Weekly Challenge – Alien

Challenges-Penalties-And-Options-For-Illegal-Filipino-Immigrants-In-Australia.jpg

Photo: remit.com.au

“Recognise yourself in he and she who are not like you and me.”  Carlos Fuentes

We Stole The Place

Like Moses to the promised land
the pitiful migrants come,
aliens with new found purpose
we dash their hopes
and steal the fun,
we’ve pissed on all the posts
so, the soils ours
we don’t want your herbs
or scarves, or prayers,
go back
you don’t belong,
but then, nor do we,
we stole the place
only just a while ago,

©Paul Vincent Cannon

The title, to borrow a line, could well be “Good, good, good, God migration!

Paul, pvcann.com

View original post

Temple of being

Savvy Raj

Your body is home to life.

Treat it well.

Let life live through you

Enjoy the moments in awareness

Let your words be kind and

Let your deeds be compassionate

Allow yourself to be gentle.

Speak softly and share goodwill

You are nurturing yourself this way

Your ways will effect the energy

In and around you.

Respect the space you occupy

And value your temple of being.

Savvy

View original post

Inconsequential

Heartstring Eulogies

“Life was filled with inconsequential things.
Like you and me.”

I miss how we used to drive through the night, letting the moonlight guide our way. Back when we were young, everything was so much simpler. Life was filled with inconsequential things. Like you and me and where the night would take us. If only we could have a little bit of that carefree life again. Maybe the harshness of reality wouldn’t seem so bad if we could have one night like that again. Or maybe reality would have torn us apart. Maybe that’s what reminiscing is for. Remembering the good days. The past. And letting us hope for something like that again.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Sometimes what seems
to have no importance
turns out to be what
we miss the most.
Don’t take anything for granted.

View original post