Melting Snow

Creation Saturday Has Become Poetic Saturday

Saturday, February 4, 2017

"February 4: A Funky Creation Saturday" 

The "Blogging Circle of Friends "  prompt for DAY 1542
Write a poem or story using these words: flammable, audience, schemer, optimum, bloodstream, desolate.

A Political Poem

Flammable words
voiced by the mongers of hate
enter the bloodstream of the audience
generating a holocaust
of terror.

A desolate landscape
spreads across the minds
of spectators hearing
the narcissistic schemer after power
declaring alternate facts.

What is the optimum response
to this degradation
of accuracy?

Each individual
must learn to ask their own questions
and search for truth
independently.

The "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"  prompt for DAY 1061
When I was looking for something unusual for 30 Days prompt I went to random sentence generator and came up with a cool group of sentences. So I did it again for Blog City. The prompt is to take these 3 sentences and somehow incorporate them into your blog. Have fun.
1. Writing a list of random sentences is harder than I initially thought it would be.
2. Sometimes, all you need to do is completely make an ass of yourself and laugh it off to realize that life isn’t so bad after all.
3. Where do random thoughts come from?

Random Echoes

Writing a list of random sentences is harder than I initially thought it would be.
Unsystematic memories reverberate
through my mind,
while hazy haphazard voices
whisper encouragement and discouragement
simultaneously.

Erratic terrors collide
into a chaotic tangle of
similes and metaphors,
lines and stanza
born of the unrequited
passions of youth.

Sometimes, all you need to do is completely make an ass of yourself and laugh it off to realize that life isn’t so bad after all.
Sometimes
isn't a measure of minutes or parsecs
but of hope
frightening the arbitrary thoughts of hopelessness
out of my mind.

Where do random thoughts come from?
The universe is full of randomness,
unmethodical voices
scattered indiscriminately
across space and time.

Our spirits hear
the undirected songs and laughter
of other sentient beings
migrating across the cold hydrogen
of interstellar space.

Our spirits
attempting to comfort us
in our loneliness
lets us hear the whispers
of extraterrestrial travelers.