• Maruschka and Mustang are now friends 4 days ago

  • My Aristotle was my only constant companion in this world. I rescued him from the raging rapids into which he’d been cast. When his small head surfaced above the roaring current, I leapt unthinking into the f […]

    • I love the beginnng of your story and it had me hooked, desperate to find out the fate of the innocent narrator. The first half is very well written, concise and the reader is pulled along with the high-drama. But, half-way through I felt it lost momentum. There was a little too much repetition of the message that the deal was not struck in a consensual manner. We know this becuase the narrator is dealing with the devil who is far from fair. I know you have said it’s a very rough draft. Well, I wish I could write such polished first drafts. The fate of the narrator due to the deal that can’t be escaped from might be a way to explore and finish your delightful story. I hope you are not offended by my comments becuase Ilove this story so much.

      • Thanks for reading and commenting Julie. You’ve given me something to work through in the next draft as well as a source of word count.

    • Hi, Christy,

      I love this story. The idea that we could fight what we feel is our fate is a common one, if you think about it. According to the Bible and Christian doctrine, when Jesus died on the Christ, He died for ALL of us – and He defeated the devil.

      The Archangel would defend that premise – in my humble opinion.

      Well done,


    • Hi Christy,
      This is a very powerful story and had me gripped from start to finished. I agree with Mustang and her comments that when Jesus died on the cross, he defeated the devil. And you did raise a chill when talking at the end about a face-off between the Archangel Gabriel and the Devil.
      Getting back to the mechanics of your story. I’m wondering whether it would benefit from a little more dialogue. You could, for example, be telling the whole sad story to someone else. The main dialogue from what I can see is in your protagonist’s prayer. It feels to me that there should be more interaction with another human. Of course these are only observations and I’m sure you will improve the story even more. Good luck in this competition.

  • NetaQ and Mara Adlem are now friends 1 week, 5 days ago

  • Rendesvouz Too by Martin Haworth


    She killed him at two.

    By six, the plane was pushing back from the terminal. She didn’t drink the proffered glass of supposed champagne. Not that she didn’t drink. The […]

    • Your avenging angel intrigued me, and it’s fitting not to know her name. However, this jars slightly with the story as we are let into her thoughts and motivations throughout. Some pace building to create more tension might make it taughter. I was hooked immediatley and the story pulled me along to its very gratifying conclusion, that is superbly handled. But I wanted a surprise that wasn’t there, even though the final line is shocking… However, its very well written. My nit pick on word choice would be that the chances of her being caught on camera (and identified) ‘were mostly irrelevant’ sounds wrong, maybe ‘ higly unlikely?’. A great, tight, story that was a fun read. Thanks for sharing.

    • Hi Martin,
      I really enjoyed this story. I didn’t find a lot to ‘nit pick’ about. You had evidently carried out your editing on grammar, spelling etc. I did smile at the phrase ‘his previous attempts to entrance her falling dead into the Aegean’. It took me a couple of reads to ‘get it’, but oh, what a phrase.
      There was a tension running through the story and you kept up the momentum, which made it a satisfying read. Thank you.

  • After The Pennies by NetaQ


    Opening another trashcan in the alley
    Leaning down, draining a bottle
    Desolate eyes, dreaming of a life once lived

    Manacled by needs – one step away from insanity
    And the stench […]

    • Neta .. I love this poem!

      That “one step away from insanity” state of mind, and the torture that comes with “dreaming of a life once lived”, brought tears to my heart.

      • Thank you for reading and commenting! When we reach a certain point in our lives, we think of the could haves and the should-haves. The stress of where we are and where we could have been, for anyone, is consuming. Especially for that population.

    • Hi Neta, this poem pulls at the heart strings. What an existence. So sad, and brutal. You have captured it so well. I like the three word subject of your acrostic:) Well done.

      • Thank you for reading and commenting! Such a life is more than most could bear. When we give a few coins, we leave thinking about our good deeds. Our egos are bolstered. ‘After The Pennies’ – speaks to both the giver and the receiver: They are both in contemplation and reflection…

    • Nice images. I can see the fingers remembering how to make the cigarette despite the decay. The sudden leap to the observer at the end is also very evocative.

      • Thank you for your kind words! Yes, my attention was focused on the fingers of the gentleman, rough and worn as he deftly completed the act. I imagined him cradling his grandchildren, a grandchild: This was juxtaposed with smooth habitual action – bringing the cigarette to his mouth.

    • I really liked the topic you chose. The imagery really worked for me.

      • Thank you for reading and commenting. This was a hard piece. I kept thinking of the beautiful and kind people encountering situations that tear them apart.

    • It is sad, real, and stark. The acceptance that comes at the end makes the poem more poignant.

      • Thank you for reading and commenting! The challenges faced by the homeless are more than they could bear not for the want of trying.

    • This broke my heart, Neta. So often when I see homeless people, I can’t help but wonder about the babe in a mother’s arms–and then the unfolding of a life–and what happened? Your poem drives us to compassion. I don’t know if there are any solutions to eliminate the need of so many, but compassion is a must. Thank you for taking on this heart wrenching topic. Well done.

      • Thank you for reading!! I lived in NYC for about 5 years and it was common to see families and individuals walking the streets or sleeping on the subways. My heart broke each and every time. I worry, donate, and worry.

        • My father lived in Manhattan most of my life. When I would visit and he was off to work, I would pack a few brown bag lunches and go find homeless people to feed. Now even in my little town in California, the homeless population is growing every day. It is so incredibly overwhelming. I remember when I was about fourteen years old seeing an old man sitting in the freezing January temperatures on top of a subway grate to keep warm on Broadway in NYC. His shoes were barely held together and tattered with his toes (worn socks) sticking out. I determined to go buy a pair of shoes for him, then realized in silent worry that he might get “rolled” and the shoes taken away. So I gave him a brown bag lunch instead. Your poem initiates conversation, and conversation will sometimes spur hope and help. Writing like this is so important.

          • You hit the nail on the head! It starts with a conversation and rolling up our sleeves and getting to work. What you did in NYC is motivating for me to not just donate. I thank your 14-year-old self for making our world a better place. As you mentioned, it is ‘overwhelming’ to see and hear of the many challenges.

    • And oh! More comment from me: The Acrostic! That alone put a lump in my throat and evokes an image that cuts to the heart. Beautiful.

    • Hi Neta,
      What a portrait of the man and how empathetic in so few words. I really like this poem – one of the best I’ve read here. Your picture is so appropriate too.

      • Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I felt the burden and complexities of emotions and life’s challenges with this piece. I am happy you like the picture. I fell into this captivating image and wondered…

    • Oh wow Neta! You have just gone and crushed my heart and brought tears to my eyes. Your images come to life in these words and that hopelessness and forgotten dreams.

      This was a fantastic punch to the gut. So sad.

      Well done and thanks for sharing.

      • Thank you so much for reading! This kind of life and living is traumatic for all. We see it, know it is there, and often experience the challenges as an observer or even more as an unwilling participant. We give with our whole hearts and pray for all.

    • Hi Neta, this is one powerful poem. You make every word count. When i see the poor homeless in my area, i wouldn’t think of them crying…….but of course they are. You have driven that point home. Well done.

      • Thank you for reading and commenting! We oftentimes think of people who are not like us… as being ‘other – something is different, therefore, something is wrong with them. We are all human and we all cry and burn with anger, or gripped with a paralyzing sadness. I feel guilty that my heartstrings are not as tender, or silken, or demonstrative. I always feel that I need to be more; to do more and give more. This sense of responsibility at times is debilitating.

  • A Teacher’s Life by Sharon Hancock


    Trying with all your heart to reach them all

    Earning their trust, enriching their minds

    Acting like parents, achieving new goals

    Caring comforting counselor

    Hoping your […]

    • Hi Sharon, what a lovely poem. You have captured the joys and struggles of being a teacher so eloquently:) It is a tough gig, but it such an important job. Thanks for sharing.

    • Thanks for your comment, Jane. I was a teacher for 37 years and this poem came very easily for me because of that. I still miss it. I appreciate your input.

      • Oh wow! I can “hear” the nostalgia in the piece, the experience and the investment. Beautiful piece!

    • Such a beautiful ode to teachers. Each and every word holds true, I can relate to it easily being a teacher myself.It is indeed a great loss to have to give up on your passion, chidren are like magnets attracting you through their warmth and innocence, which is rarely found in adults these days.

    • As a teacher myself, this hit a chord with me! I loved the alliteration in “caring comforting counselor” though I’d recommend separating these with a comma. Thank you for sharing!

    • Hello Sharon,
      Your acrostic sums up a teacher’s role very neatly. Well done with it.

  • When motivation’s slow,

    Remind oneself:

    I am a writer!

    Then caution against procrastination…

    Every published author will tell you so!

    Rather a “bad first draft”;

    Soldiering on

    When times prove trying […]

    • Very well done. thanks for sharing.

    • I enjoyed your poem. It is right on for this group. thanks for sharing.

    • Love your line : rusty writing doesnt recover well! – Havent I been there 😏

      Good one!

    • What writers know best–press on. I love the “soldiering on” encouragement. With a heavy sigh and determination, that is how it feels sometimes. Thanks for sharing.

    • Trust the moment–what great advice. I also like rather a bad “first draft,” although I might have dropped the quotation marks and semicolon. Not a fan of semicolons in creative writing. But that could be a personal preference unique to me.

    • Keep writing

    • “Trust the moment – It calls for action;” This is my favorite line. I think we all have thoughts worth writing about but doubt creeps in and procrastination takes over. I agree with the comment above about the semicolon, but not because I dislike semicolons. (I love them to a fault.) I’d use a colon instead to set up the final line as defining the moments as daily occurrences.

      Nicely done. Thank you for sharing.

    • Hello Maruschka,
      I like the fact that your acrostic is based on the name of the website of which this challenge is part: Writers Write. And all the great advice which we really know in our heart of hearts but somehow seem to manage to ignore. I try to remember every day that, without that awful rough first draft, we have nothing to edit or to improve on! I have a small suggestion – in the second line, I would say ‘Remind yourself’ – oneself sounds a bit regal to me.

  • Halloween Magic by nsbnina#Red leaves nestled in her small hand,  she runsEager to see her hallowed friendDancing from a high branch of an ancient Beech.Bending she picks up the perfect rock.On the cold ground in […]

    • This was well written and had a nice flow as I was reading. I reread it and tried to understand it better. A little girl wants to see her friend up in a tree, but picks up a rock and offers it to a boy. I am sorry I don’t understand it without knowing what Young Pubbs or Redboy relate to. Thank you for sharing your poem.

      • I hoped the photo would help, but I guess that’s what I get for trying to tackle an acrostic challenge while on the road.
        Her friend is a Halloween decoration and she brings him pretty leaves and rocks.

    • The photo drew me in! Then I read your poem twice and realized this must be a young child offering a gift. But at first I did not make the connection to the red ghost in the tree, and thought perhaps Redboy was a loved dog that was buried beneath the tree. I love the poem. And I read the explanation above after pondering my own interpretation. So funny, as I was opening this prompt to read poems, I was already thinking about the next prompt, “Two,” and my thoughts wandered for a moment as to what I would write about. Just before opening your poem, I thought, “Well, perhaps I will write about a precocious two-year old!” Ha. I think sometimes our thoughts are prescient. I smiled broadly when I read that Pubbs is your two-year old granddaughter. Perfect. I easily imagined her choosing her gift and presenting it to Redboy.

      • We are kindred spirits for sure. I had to pare down the first draft to fit the form and I’m not sure this was the best choice for the challenge. But it was pure magic as only a young child can experience it.
        Luckily now we’re gone, she has moved on to visiting Rudolph across the street from her house.

    • Think you captured your granddaughters delight perfectly…
      Your explanation of Pubbs and Redboy did help 😆

    • I love this. Halloween and autumn captured in the youth of a child just makes my heart happy. The picture to title to acrostic spelling is great for the poem coming full circle.

      • Thank you, Kristen. I am so glad to see your kind comments and pleased my poem made your heart happy. 💝

    • Interesting

    • Hi Nina, the photo is not that clear to me on my computer:) But I read your explanation and that explains things perfectly. A beautiful poem indeed:) What a cute little grand daughter you have:)

      • Hi Jane,
        Sophie, aka Pubbs, is a magical child. We’re just hone from a two-month stay near her and every day when she came over, her first words were “I want to go see Redboy.”
        Thanks for the kind words.

    • Lovely – deeply personal. Love it.

    • I liked it even before I read your note of explanation. I can see a small one picking up a rock with the exclamation that it is the perfect one. The poem evokes wonder.

      • Thank you, David. Yes, seeing the world through the eyes of a two year old, filled with wonder at all she sees, is wonderful. I’m pleased you saw it.

    • This has a mystical, magical feel, which I really enjoyed. You’ve captured the wonder and delight of a young child so well. I love it!

    • Hi Nina,
      I have to admit that I read all the comments and your replies before getting the full power of your beautiful poem. I really love it. It’s a perfect representation of a young child’s way of communicating love.

  • FIREHEART : by Lourens Lukas Moorcroft

    From a Fuse grew a flame
    The boy with fIre in his name
    Born to Rise, above the rest
    Its FirehEart, the boy so blessed
    With a blazing Heart of fire
    With Sparkling eyes, two […]

    • Thank you for your poem. I have never seen an acrostic poem written with the letters inside the stanzas. It took me a minute until I saw the boldface letters. I want to be positive, but I am not sure what a Fireheart is, so I didn’t understand it very well. Is your poem about space as I saw references to stars and Mars. Thanks again, Sharon

    • Hi Sharon. Thank for your comment. FireHeart is a actually a character I created a few years ago. He is a boy and it’s based on my life with added fantasy.
      If you see some of my previous poems titled FireHeart you will get a better understanding of the character FireHeart. Lourens

    • Hi Lourens, so very clever:) I have heard of Acrostics written this way but have never attempted to write one myself. I like how you have set it out and I love the imagery you create. Your Fireheart poems are always beautiful:) Well done.

    • I love this! What a great take on the Acrostic form. I have read your other Fireheart writings and wonder if one day it will all go in a book? The last line makes me think perhaps . . . when one day Fireheart will soar into print for all to read. Again, I love your use of the Acrostic. Clever and original. Well done.

    • Hi Lourens,
      From the other comments and your replies, I see this is part of a series about Fireheart. It will fit neatly into an epic poem I feel. It made me look up the word nebula and realise how relevant that is. Well done.

  • END by Jesmond Sharples


    Eternity hugs

    Nothingness and oblivion

    Day and night and day …


    Read Jesmond Sharples’ work. 

    • This is simply beautifully full and lonely at the same time. It’s so short yet so deep. Thank you. I’m going to be lovingly pondering this one all night.

    • Jesmond, that’s such a lovely poem!

      Placing the whole of eternity in just three lines … Brilliant!

    • That’s a great haiku, Jesmond. As always with the form, there’s plenty to think about in this.

    • Great work on including acrostic and haiku in one poem Jesmond. Three simple lines that leave someone thinking for days about life, eternity and the meaning of it all and how it ends, or it if does at all.

      I get a sense of hope in the last line by coming back to day again. I like hope.

      Well done and thanks for sharing.

  • Communication is the Key by Peggy Rockey

    Consciously silent, peaceful thoughtfulness
    One with the other, quiet synch
    Momentarily caught in the others emotions
    Memories relating to past experiences
    Uniting the […]

    • This reads as a love poem – beautifully expressed.

      I thoroughly enjoyed the quiet contentment underlying this poem – a cosyness that comes from truly knowing and being confortable with another . Lovely.

      (Could fit the next prompt just as well!)

    • Great job with your acrostic poem, I love how you expressed communication within a relationship within the bounds of this poem.

    • Oh wow. The words are carefully thought out and it can apply to any relationship really. This is art. I love it!

    • Hello Peggy

      I like this line a lot “Yet a hint of mystique of the yet to come”. Even though it’s a departure from the state of utter openness in communication, it’s probably what keeps the conversation going.

      Your understanding of the nuances of human interaction is truly impressive. And the words that carry these meanings are so pretty. Well done dear.

    • As I read, in my mind’s eye, I saw myself sitting with a beloved friend, sharing ideas, listening, pondering one another’s thoughts. You tapped right in to every bit of what communication should be; the ending, allowing for that mystique even when conversation is exhausted, is perfect. Well done, Peggy.

    • Hi Peggy, wow this is a pretty amazing Acrostic. I feel like you have told a short story within, about two people in love and how their relationship develops over time:) The beauty is they continue to grow together rather than apart (as so many do). Well done and thank you for sharing:)

    • Well done, Peggy! You have summarised so well through this poem that Communication is the key for building trust, finding solutions to complex problems and putting the mind at ease once you have expressed what you were holding back. Also, I love the element of thrill of the unknown towards the end. Superb😊👏

    • Wow, this is superb. Loved how you presented the theme.

    • Hello Peggy,
      You managed to sustain the long acrostic right through to the magnificent last line: ‘Yet a hint of mystique of the yet to come’. Well done on this poem.

  • Breathe Out by Riham Gharib


    Breathe out my dear .. all the air we shared  

    Regain your elusive freedom .. forget that you once cared 

    Escape one last time .. and I’ll spread my wings and fly 

    Abandon your […]

    • Hi Riham, this was so beautiful. At first, I thought it was a mother severing the ties and letting her child go/fly. But at the end when it said to take a long hard look you’ll never see this face again I thought it must be the end of a relationship.
      I like how you set out your lines. Well done and thanks for sharing:)

      • Thanks Jane for the lovely words 🙂

        The opening does seem like an amicable exchange, and in so many ways it is. I think the real mark of where things really end between two people, is when the anger subsides. There’s nothing at all remaining, and pleasant exchanges aren’t hard to do.

    • The opening line is so good. It it exudes absolute release. I love, also, that you chose to rhyme the acrostic–that takes work. This is really well done, Riham. Thank you for sharing it with all of us.

    • Oh my, Riham, this really struck a chord inside my heart, as it brought back the last days of marriage with my ex husband. There was a world of regret, anger, loss, and love that we left behind. yet we parted as friends. Your poem evokes so much emotion, expressed and buried. Really well done!

    • Hi Riham,
      Parting is such sweet sorrow. Well done for your rhyming and for this beautiful acrostic.

    • Beautiful! And so cleverly managed in an acrostic. Such a lovely sentiment within. Well done

    • This is gorgeous and so cleverly written in an acrostic. Well done

    • This is gorgeous and so cleverly written within the acrostic. Well done!

    • Absolutely beautiful Riham. You paint gorgeous pictures in my mind dipped in the paintbrush of sorrow and sadness.

      I loved the whole poem, but these first 2 lines say SOOOOOO much:
      Breathe out my dear .. all the air we shared
      Regain your elusive freedom .. forget that you once cared

      I enjoyed the easy rhythm and the rhyme.

      Well done and thanks for sharing.

    • An acrostic and a rhyming one!! Superb!! Your poem flows effortlessly and is very easy to connect with. Nicely written.

  • A Wild Wish by HoneyMustard

    (for Annika)


    Sixteen candles alight on your cake
    The wish for you I’d like to make –
    A slice of advice, for growing old –
    You can stow in the purse of your soul: 

    When the wo […]

    • This is so utterly beautiful and very well done in terms of the form. I love this poem!!

    • Something that I want my daughter to read!

    • What a lucky Annika to have you behind her with this wish! Wouldn’t it be lovely if we all could stay wild inside? This was beautiful! thanks for sharing.

    • A friend of Yoda’s you are! That’s what’s fun about poetry–playing with words, syntax, semantics. Keep having fun! Oh, wait. That’s what you said.

      • Best Yoda is, indeed, David. And yes, there must always be time for play. Thanks for coming by and commenting!

    • Hello Hanri! A lovely piece you share with us this time. I love how the poem has this… conversational quality where the narrating voice simply advises with tenderness, wisdom and sensitivity, it adds a personal touch that makes the content more intimate. I felt as if the words were being whispered to me. It’s both soothing and inspiring. I particularly like the last two lines, a great punchline if you ask me. And the message hidden by the acrostic form is just wonderful. Well done! And thanks for sharing this with us! Cheers!

    • Such a lovely message and a poem. It’s beautiful and warm. And the hidden message in the acrostic. Love it.

    • This poem is a beautiful, wise gift to whoever might be the recipient. Every bit of it is wonderfully wise, from nurturing the wild flowers within to drawing one’s boundaries. So lovely. I wish it had been written for me at sixteen. 🙂 Well done. ( I see now as I look back your words are dedicated to Annika. May she treasure this gift always and store it away in her soul’s purse. So, so precious.)

      • Thank you, Elizabeth. Your words give me the confidence to actually make the gift.

        • Oh yes do, Hanri. This is perfect for a sixteen year old. She will love it. ❤️ Speaks right to the heart.

    • I have goosebumps Hanri. This is so beautiful and resounds loudly with me as my eldest turned 16 during our lockdown this year. All plans for a sweet sixteen party out the window.

      You’re painting gorgeous images in my mind with those wishes that they stay as amazing as they are and take that into life, but still keep their playful side and don’t conform.

      Fantastic work and thanks for sharing.

      • Thank you, Debbie. These are wonderful words and I’m so glad the poem resonated with you. I don’t think she’ll “get” it now, but maybe in another 25 years the poem will come out of a keepsakes box or something and she’ll read it again and the penny will drop.

    • what a wonderful gift- more precious than money or cellphones or whatever teenagers covert these days – and yes, in a few years (hopefully not as long as 25!! ) this will become a treasured heirloom that she will pass down to her own daughter.

      I love the wish – almost reverently whispered – stay wild, dont let the world beat you down, make your own path…simply beautiful.💗

    • i forgot to mention – I love the pic!!!

  • Ayn’s Atlas sneezes, spewingContagion acrossHeavens and earth causingOrder to disorder, sparking theOnset of transformative chaosBeastly vainglorious indifferenceLeaves a leadership voidExposing the flaw in G […]

    • Brilliant!! 👏👏👏

      ‘beastly vainglorius indifference’ – need you say anymore than that. Just brilliant. so well put 🤗

    • Well done, Christy – this is an excellent and succinct reflection on our current disruptive moment.

    • Rand is the perfect backdrop for our beastly, vainglorious, indifferent leader. The last three lines have a different voice, perhaps in a hurry to finish?

    • Hi Christy,
      These acrostics have sent me scurrying to Google as I am obviously woefully ignorant about so many things – Ayn for one and Galt for another. They look worthy of further investigation. Despite this I enjoyed reading your acrostic and it sounds very contemporary.

    • Really, though, who is John Galt? 🙂
      I enjoyed this, although I think anyone unfamiliar with Ayn Rand and Atlas Shrugged would struggle. Such is the danger of basing a poem on an allusion, but this works, and I think even someone unfamiliar with Galt would enjoy the wording and get the gist of the meaning. I hope order comes to our disorder soon.

      Nicely done. Thank you. for sharing.

  • Southward Song by Susanne Bennett


    W*hen the cranes paint an arrow in the sky,

    I * send my heart with them, soaring towards the South:

    N*o good comes from glooming about this November noon.

    T*erribly I long […]

    • this feels like the lyrics to a song – simply beautiful

      I can feel the yearning to fly with those cranes to warmer climates .

    • It is beautiful. Like Kim mentioned you can turn this into a song too.
      I love Fall and winter

      I am assuming this was for the birds who are migrating south at this time of the year.

      I did the color change and bold of the first letter in WORD and then just copied it here. I know i cheated.


    • Hi Susanne,
      I love the first line with the image of the cranes forming an arrow for their flight southward. And you come back to it later.. brilliant. I’m not sure about the ‘terribly’ for the T line. Could you find a better word? Possibly not as you have no doubt puzzled over the acrostic for a long time! Gorgeous poem otherwise.

    • Gorgeous poem Susanne. Your word choice is excellent and I feel the flight of the season in tow.

      The images are painted for my mind to get blissfully lost in their meaning.

      Well done and thanks for sharing.
      Keep warm.

  • Remember when you came to stay Each second within the dreamVirtues out the windowElation in each of our eyesRecall the moments if you canSometimes they linger onAlone again, memories explodeLife runs along […]

    • Oh, clever, Martin! It took me a moment to figure out what you did, but once I caught on to the trick, I was delighted with the memories and the images you evoke. Especially love these lines: Today I remember the pier/but you, I remember more – it brings the memories of the moment alive, and I just love that!

      • Hi Peggy

        That line worked both in the acrostic and the poetry! Thanks for your generous words of encouragement!


    • Hello Martin,
      I love your poem and the nostalgia it brings. I got the first part/word for the acrostic, but am fuzzy on the rest. 😉 Thanks for sharing.

      • Hi Marcena

        Thanks for reading. Not to give too much of a clue, but check the last letters of the second half lines 😉


    • Hi Martin – very ingenious use of the acrostic. Lots of remembering and wistfulness for what is no more. Thank you for sharing the poem.

      • Hi Christian

        Thank you for reading and leaving a kind comment. I’m just an old romantic at heart!


    • Brilliant! You really brought the memories to life, and I like your creative approach to the prompt. You had a double bite, as well. -Becky

      • Hi Becky

        Thank you for reading. I found this poem a challenge, as it rather shoe-horned me into lines I might not have written, but I made it work, eventually!
        I appreciate your kind words.

  •  .Twitter-feed to terminate yet another government official asRepublicans continue to demonstrate theirUnhappiness in ‘Stop the Steal’Marches across the state: thePresidential race an ongoing, fiery […]

    • Yikes! That was outstanding! You are way too talented. Trump reads this one he is bound to have you arrested lol

      Love ya girl!

    • Very good on Kim. Brings a smile to the dial

    • Could you send it out on twitter with #trump?

      • 😄…exactly why I’m not on twitter…can you imagine wading thru all that s**

    • Dude, this is brilliant writing! Jaw dropped. Well done!

    • Wonderful! You nailed our current unreality. Let the transition begin. Article 25 anybody? This is so true: Orwellian desire for rule, obfuscating truth with fiction. Bravo my friend! Bravo.

    • Hi Kim, this is spot on. I don‘t think Trump would like it, but that is a comliment in this case! You are so right to question that Trumpism is probably not a thing of the past yet…there is a survey saying that German covidiots would elect Trump if they could vote in the US…this is deeply disturbing. Formally, I think the acrostic style works really well for your purpose. I was wondering about these last lines: God Bless America : the Greatest Show on Earth/ (Trump refuses to Concede Defeat). They are set apart, and they don‘t contribute to the acrostic. I wonder if they appear by accident? Or maybe I just don‘t get it…sorry …

      • no – those lines are not part of the acrostic – that was me being deeply sarcastic…that this …farce …should become so ‘reality tv ala Trump style’

    • Throughout the whole of his mandate, the orange one has actually achieved one ‘great’ thing: he gave you inspiration for these wonderful poems! 🤣
      This is seriously brilliant Kim; loved, loved, loved it! The line ‘Orwellian desire for rule, obfuscating truth with fiction’ is outstanding.
      Thank you for sharing this gem! 🙂

      • Thanks Ben.
        that he should provoke such creativity in me revulses me – 🤦‍♀️- I think its the anger as someone else mentioned….

    • Spot on, Kim! Your passion clearly shines through, it’s as strong as is the embarrassment and dissent this man has brought to my beloved country. He just needs to go away.

    • Holy cow, Kim. I think this one might be your best political poem yet. Incisive, witty and spot-on in all of your observations, carefully transforming each news header into a section of your critique making them flow with grace and anger at the same time. The word-choice, outstanding. The cadence, even better. A truly marvellous piece. Congrats!

    • Very well written!! Captures the whole spectacle, which is often the reality, in its entirety.

    • Fantastic piece of writing, Kim. I’m amazed at your ability to stick to the acrostic in so many lines, with not one word or line wasted. Well done on an excellent poem.

    • Well done, Kim! Loved the flow of the poem and the way you fearlessly lay bare your emotions. I guess, 2020 was good for America after all. Like Trump, soon the pandemic will also be eradicated.Congratulations 😊❤👏

    • You’ve articulated the Farce in our modern politics so well, Kim. It is quite the irony – how it could have come to such a touch&go situation for democracy.
      You’re building quite a body of work here now, with your political commentary. Do you have plans for it? Maybe you’re thinking of a Trump-themed chapbook of sorts?

      • after you mentioned how my Jarae series reminded you of Trump it kinda killed my mojo….but I am slowly coming to terms that all my work has a political slant – not something that was ever a conscious desire, I assure you!

        • This is disturbing news! I liked the Jarae series, very much. Especially because of its commentary on real-life social issues but through a fantasy lens. I mean – you had it all in there. Excess. Ethics. Feminism. Perverse incentives of politics. Of course The Emperor was going to be a conglomerate of every bad leader on the face of the earth, ever. We like our villains that way.
          But I should probably stop, because this might not be doing your mojo any good. I’m just curious as to know why?
          It seems as though you don’t particularly like that the politics coming through in your work? That I don’t understand – why would you not own that, proudly? I think a critical voice is one of the best qualities one can have in writing. If you can package that as fantasy, or comedy, or horror, or … or … you know – anything that grips people’s imagination – you have a direct pathway to their minds.

    • I love the long acrostic you chose–you execute it well. You also capture the frustration of this moment perfectly in your enraged lines. Thank you for sharing!

      • nothing like a bit of passive-agression, hhmmm

        yes, frustrated – only because of what it means for the rest of the world…

    • So, Kim, how did you feel about the results of the election? 🙂
      I see that the form forced some line breaks that you might not otherwise have chose, but so be it. The rhythm is still good.

    • Great stuff Kim and you’ve got the relaxed acrostic poem nailed – it flows very well.

    • Such scenarios happen so often in Africa that many of my friends are so amused that America has indeed become the greatest show from the greatest nation that it has always been known as. I am from Malawi where there was an election last year which was nullified by the court because of obvious irregularities and rigging. A second election was done in June this year and the incumbent was ousted. The difference with this case was the proof – it was so evident lol. Waiting to see how this all pans out. Sorry, I digress – back to your poem. I like the length and how you have described everything, used words skillfully to convey the message in a tight and flowing way and not losing the pace with any of the lines of the piece. Well done for this thoughtfully crafted piece

      • Thanks Stevie

        yes, in Africa we are so inured to electoral rigging – but the States! that’s just the bedrock of the Free and Fair – or so I always believed.

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