Brief prose and poetry lacking other categories... |
Basically anything under 1500 words. Enjoy
![]() The poem which won 1st place at Rebel Poetry is "Stained Portrait" ![]() ![]() The poem which placed second at "Writing 4 Kids" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
I'm a mean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog and lone, I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep… From “Lone Dog,” by Irene Rutherford McLeod Fearsome and tough, I show off my suit Growling and scowling and searching for loot. My hook keeps sworn enemies at bay While I guard the treasures I've dug up today. They say it's survival of those most fit: Well, I've got the will, the strength and the grit. With wisdom and skill, I sail stormy seas And clamber to tops of swaying palm trees. A loner forever, I pay no mind to hate Assigning those who despise me to their own fate. Life's taught me none can be trusted for sure If I give them an inch, they'll only snatch more. I look out for myself – that's all I can do – Shipmates are trouble, I tell you it's true. Mutiny’s impossible when one runs the ship With nobody disturbing, it's a smooth easy trip. At day's end I settle in my bunk for a sleep I'm the only one my soul to keep. No prayers for others, least of all me, I'm captain of my bark on life's forsaken sea. Words: 171. Lines: 20. AABB rhyme. Written for "Writing 4 Kids" ![]() Prompt: photo of a bulldog wearing a pirate costume. Consider it a mashup of the above quoted poem, William Ernest Henley's Invictus, and the Imagine Dragons song Take Me to the Beach. |
Blight lies heavy on parched land choked with weeds When did everlasting streams of justice run dry? Replaced by disintegrating systems, overburdened by traitors Dragging innocent workers off public streets, Exiled to countries crooked or desperate enough to accept them. Holidays drained, harvests mangled by tariffs. Shutdown! Describes minds, hearts, and government. I'm angry at everything – everyone's being played for a fool. Reasoning – trying to give sight to the blind. Plot twist – they'd rather not see! Billionaires laugh behind walls of hate and fear Inflating prices, rents, rates – chopping benefits – slathering white-out over history, While we the people call each other bigots Squabbling over labels like starving dogs in garbage. What kind of harvest season is this? Do we have anything to be thankful for? I can offer no glue to mend a fractured mess. Empty purses, failing infrastructure, despair exploding in chaos. Yet… a microscopic germ of faith remains undeterred. Though buildings languish unfinished, crops rot in their fields, I give exhausted praise to the One Who created me. What else can I do? 23 lines, 175 words. Free verse. Inspired by Amos 5:24, Psalms 10 & 73, and Habakkuk 3:17-19. Written for "Rebel Poetry Contest" ![]() ![]() Rebel Poetry prompt 2: Make us understand this poem contains the words behind your scream. Golden Apples prompt: harvest (moon) |