No Such Thing as a Clean Slate

The light shines
And guides or blinds

The way is set

A back turned on the past
Passed regret
A marked heart
Bound to forget
Circumstance or chance

We all start the same they say
To justify the greed
When denying the need
Hate to help
A handout perpetuates
The cycle

The path
Is a thin line and
Quicksand doesn’t discriminate
Toss a coin to determine fate
Born too early or born too late
Not exactly born with a clean slate

impenetrable-light-langley-british-columbia-canada-copy– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #86. Word and photo prompt. Word prompt was “hate”. Photo prompt by Patrick Jennings.

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On Golden Shores

Golden glowing of distant shores
Guides the oaring toward something more
Through the silence of the night
Rhythmic waves lap with delight
Carry on for something more
Hope lies ahead on golden shores


– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #76. Word and photo prompt. Word prompt was “golden”. Photo prompt by Patrick Jennings.

In The End

She chokes back the tears
As she chokes on her fears
And regrets
The love that she felt she forgets
The sun sets in her eyes
Over the lies
There were plenty
At times she believed many
But what she got was empty
What she couldn’t see
She can now see clearly

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– Written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration #104 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 8. Prompt word was “choke.” WC 52. Photo from Pexels.com.

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A River Flows

A river flows into the streets

Blood flows from weakened heartbeats

A dry and fragile earth gets the rain it seeks

It comes and does not cease

Asylum seekers seeking peace

Find floods of hateful policies

And resistance pouring into the streets

Tears pouring from fears growing and rights deceased

A river flows into the streets

Its ebb and flow a forced release

It will not be stopped or policed

Until it meets its destiny


– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #75. Word prompt was “river”. I did not use the provided photo prompt. This Photo is from Wikipedia.

Crisis of the Absurd

Muffled voices in the distance,
Impassioned but incoherent,
Shake me from my sleep
Or so I think.

Rolling fog of night or sleep
Distorts my view.

Damp air pricks my skin
And droplets converge
Soaking beneath my clothes bone deep.

My bare feet lead the way,
Which I do not know.

Uneasiness pulses through my veins
As I round the corner of a familiar street,
Though it does not look the same as I recall.

The sacred cow comes into view
Amidst a pile of rubble where it makes its meal
On filth and despair.

Its sad eyes concede.

I am asleep as I lay at its feet,
Awake but asleep as I forsake it.

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Cow from a moving taxi bound for Lal Bahadur Shastri International Airport Varanasi Uttar Pradesh, India

– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #74. Word and Photo prompts. Word was “absurd.” Photo prompt by Patrick Jennings.

Present Darkness

Tears and rain fall down.
Hearts break, thunder crashes, and
The lightning brightens
Darkness, momentarily.
Missing the times of laughter.

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– Written for Silver’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge #8. Word prompts were “time” & “laughter” or synonyms of those. Photo from Pixabay

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