MAGPIE...Prompt #109

    
                                               Image/ Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison


THANK YOU, Tess, for Magpie #109, at Magpie Tales.


THE KEEPER

The world,
not
what
you think, (maybe)
swept under the cover
of cheap goods.

A couple of gears,
a twist to tighten,
another year goes by,
and all that vanity,
a birthright?

The preening,
imagining
that one is a leader,
one is a slave.
Wait.

Surprised, won't you be,
to see a musical comedy,
fa la la,
when you awaken.

These are the jokes, folks,
and God roiling       
with a belly laugh as usual.

What about me,
Sisyphus kid brother,
your daily double,
pushing aside the tarp,
turning the screw once more?

What about me,
bad back and all?
Bloody hell!


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MAGPIE...Prompt #108

                                                   Image/ Uzengia Aleksander Nedic

THANK YOU, TESS, for Magpie Tales, #108.


LIGHT

And then I died and went to heaven,
turned back,
to come back?

A girl again,
lost in the surprise of death,
I saw the murky place
over my left shoulder,
the world of languish.

Or would I rise
to be tickled
by the light of angels
wrapped in flutter?

Prayers in my heart
float up like butterflies.

Sound is color,
words are music.

Soul writes itself,
bounces off a temple bell,
flirts with Gods and Goddesses,
a code deciphered at last.

So life's a chrysalis after all,
give me your hand,
be a fool no longer,
take the gift, fly.


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MAGPIE...Prompt #107

                                                                             Image/ Sarolta Ban

THANK YOU, TESS, at Magpie Tales.

HISTORY OF THE WORLD

Funny how long

you let the snake

define my soul,

chisel me from marble,

carve my feet from clay.

Rearranged my DNA

into second place

as Adam "AND" Eve.

Called yourself

the master of the universe

as I gratefully

puttered in the pantry,

scrubbing a place

fit for a virgin,

averted my gaze

like a little lady should.

Now I ask a simple thing.

Scramble up here

from your retro roost,

look me in the eye,

and see

that I've become

much more

than a match

dot com.

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