Category: flash fiction


trump

 

 

The day after has come America, and now we know the type of country we are

A nation exposed for all to see,

A façade, of righteousness and moral fortitude

Sullied by the indignation of the ignorant and the arrogant

Bold and brash, stripping away the faint illusion of graciousness

The false proclamation that all are created equal, and that we are all free

The nation has spoken make no mistake about it, and the world was listening

And the path that was chosen was the darkest.

We have chosen fear over hope.  Hate and bigotry over love and respect

We have turn back toward the past instead of forging ahead to a brighter future.

The day after has come America, and we are now a lesser nation today then we were yesterday.

 

 

 

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their beauty shone like diamonds

flickering arches

twisted and raging against the light

falling like comets

blazing against the velvet night

cursing in a voice

as loud and ominous as thunder

their loss of heaven

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the smiths

 

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that

Interesting is how they described her face

Sharp jaw and high cheek boned

Eyes the color of melting caramel

Hair shades of light and dark brown

Windblown and tussled around her elfin face

She wasn’t beautiful, so they say

Not in the conventional way, anyway

It lay behind her narrow brown specks

Hidden behind her broad red smile

Between her light and dark moods

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that.

 

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Sunrise

 

 

 

Where they are

Is where I need to be

Where the sun shines gold and high

Above the rising sea

To a distant shore

Where dreams are not dreams

So far away

Among the shimmering gold

Of tomorrows light

For a little while

 

 

 

 

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My pen is my weapon

Words are my ammunition

Knowledge is my power

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I will come whichever way I can,

Driven by hope, by desire, and by fate

To see you, to touch you, to love you

 I will come

Whichever way I can,

I will come.

 

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eye

 

 Rising memories fading with  light

 A stranger in tomorrow’s night

Thundering pain in my head

A wicked beast, so vicious and dead

The carnal glazes that covers me

What  tangled web of lust we weave

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Not Love

 

Tenderness Away

Was Innocence’s

An Idiots idea

 

 

 

 

 

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pouring wine

Fear of the pint

Lengthened by fear

The fury rattled loudly

On Old Taylor Road

 

 

 

 

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The corn cob man

Strange and aloof

Was the misconception

To hide his contempt

 

 

 

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