I write a few x’s, a finker, a tiddle,

Then suddenly some luster; it’s over – the nightfall.


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Self-doubt have long since clouded my confidence –

Never trusted my instincts, not a single ounce of credence –

What others see in me – always blind to my perspective,

How to have faith in thyself? Be one bit positive?


Tumult and confusion they endlessly surround,
Nights I make days, long hours abound –
Gentle swayin’ of the leaves, I yearn for soft ripples of the sea…
Can’t wait to be home to you, my constant tranquility.

Daily Prompt: Next in Line

With crown and flags, these people serve their realms

They shake the earth, never overwhelmed

Blue robes and tiaras, spoons in gleaming silver

Nobility indeed, it dazzles, it shimmers.


Harry and William, even Anna and Elsa – 

Scar and Mufasa, together they kumbaya

One part modest, the other’s quite the prodigal

One to become heir to all, the other a different call.


So if asked, who am I to choose between the two

I’d rather be a commoner, be in my same pair of shoes

For regal as they come, they too are like me

With the right stance and attitude, I’m practically royalty


LOL – I just had to end the poem this way. A little vanity never killed nobody. 🙂

Daily Prompt: Digging Up Your Digs

500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?

I guess people from the future would learn how the television robbed us, 21st century humans, of our ability to learn from the outdoors.


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black, white or pigmented, the screen screams procrastination

push people out of normalcy, beyond tenacity

deteriorates realism, evades creativity

Shuns the rustic, precludes fresh air experience –

is what that dumb box is in every sense.