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Space

It’s important for partners to

understand the notion of space.

Sometimes you want to embrace,

Sometimes you want to race

And Sometimes you simply

Want to rest the case.

Sit, without neither talking

Nor sharing anything.

No thoughts, memories, stories or whatsoever.

Sometimes all you need is your space.

But you can’t always have it, can you?

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JimLamb in Poetry & Free Verse

Old Florida

Pink motels

and sweet tea.

Flamingos on the lawn.

Produce stands

and banjos—

multi-color dawns.

Country homes

with rope swings.

Mullet jumpin’ high.

“Cracker” jokes,

tall live oaks.

Tasty key lime pie.

Sunshine

on the water.

Palm fronds on the street.

Spanish moss.

Games of toss.

Soup with gator meat.

Florida …

I love you—

hot though you may be.

Never change

or re-arrange

your kingdom by the sea.

Challenge
Challenge of the Month V: March
Close Encounter. A gunshot wound barely survived. A disease in fateful remission. A reaper, narrowly evaded. Write about a close encounter with death. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. 
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FireLance

Death by wheel

I have a fear of the wheel.

Last year, in April, I went to my grandmother’s house for New Year, and my cousins were all there too.

I’ve always been a bit girly, so it is my bad luck that all my cousins are boys. I hated their games and fighting.

But I always wanted to belong with them, so I tried to do what they did. On that particular evening my eldest cousin brother had gotten a new bike, and we went into the playground behind the house to ride it. I have a feeling it was because of me too, because I wanted to ride it, but every time I got involved with something, it ended in me getting hurt. They were being careful.

But there was a cricket match going on, we couldn’t ride it there. So we took it to the other side of the house, where the road was.

I’d been to my grandmother’s house very often, but I didn’t know the neighborhood very well. All I knew was that my grandmother’s house was on a bit of a hill. My cousins took turns riding it down the hill and then back up. Then, finally, they allowed me to ride it.

I’ll say this for my cousins; they weren’t much older than me, just a year or two’s difference. They let me get on the bike without much reluctance.

For the first fifty yards, everything was fine. I carefully cruised down the hill at a snail’s pace, and then tried to remember how my cousins had turned around while they were going downhill, because I sure as hell couldn’t. The bike just kept going.

I hit the brake button but it was wedged somehow. I was slowly edging into full-blown panic. The bike was picking up speed as it went; I was going really fast now. Frightened, I tried to put my legs on the ground, but the bike was too tall.

“Help!” I screamed, crossing the border into absolute panic. I was hysterical. I hated the road anyway. I always swore I’d never learn to drive when I grew up. Now I was just whizzing past houses and people so fast. I didn’t want to end up in China.

The brake was wedged, the bike was too tall.

Maybe I’m going to die.

The bike was still going, with me clutching the handles for dear life (which wasn’t going to last much longer). I wonder what the passers-by saw.

Then ahead of me, I saw trees. The branches of trees near my feet.

Wait. What?

Shouldn’t the branches be near my head? Maybe I was losing it. Going mad.

Then, as I got nearer, I saw that the road suddenly dropped off into a cliff. I couldn’t even imagine the drop. Those trees looked ginormous, and they were growing from somewhere far, far down.

I stared at the trees coming closer and closer, terrified. Adrenaline filled me, but there was nothing I could do, no way to save myself.

The bike toppled over the cliff. I was thrown off and slammed into a tree with the force of a jet.

Everything went black.

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FireLance

Believing

They say that in Bethlehem, the Messiah was born.

They say that in Uttar Pradesh, the Lord was born.

They say that in Lumbini, the Enlightened was born.

They say they have proof, and they show you.

But you need to accept it even without proof, then it is believing.

Challenge
15 words of alliteration!
For this challenge, make sure every single word starts with the same sound. for instance; "sure" goes with "ship" and "crap" works with "kipper" but "cat" doesn't jive with "ceiling". Have fun!
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FireLance

She struts, sashays, skips, scolds.

She sues schools, sinks, socks.

She sells seashells.

She stinks.

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #32: Write a piece of micropoetry about regret. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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estein42

Quicksand

Regret consumes.

Memories a hidden snare,

failure wrapped around your chest.

Let go!

Break free!

Float!

Regret wastes us.

Feel your mind soar above the swirling vortex of the past.

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #32: Write a piece of micropoetry about regret. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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DaniciaTari

Morning sickness

Still being in love with you,

Nine months later,

I'm pregnant with regret

Carrying false hope in my stomach

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #32: Write a piece of micropoetry about regret. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Andreso

A shadow

in a starless night

and bleach.

why is everything so white

and dark in the bathroom?

I saw the walls painted red

by me.

Can't remember

no regret.

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #32: Write a piece of micropoetry about regret. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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_A_

My pulse weakened

As did my happiness

While I was looking back

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James

Baby

I needed you, to take my hands.

Show me the way

While I crawled,

I grabbed your hands

That I may rise to my feet.

You placed me down

And walked away

Too emotional

My soft chick ballooned

Choking on my breath

My chest rose and fell

Loud and disturbing

I cried for comfort

Impatiently waiting,

For you,

To come calling

You skulked from a distance

I felt your presence

I cried deeper

My lungs grew hot

I coughed and stumbled

You appeared in haste

Pulled me closer

Rocked me and said,

Cry not! Cry not!

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Soften your fears

Easy, does it

Mummy is here

Ever watching

Its only a break

Easy does it

As you slowly whispered

Those magical words

My heartbeat weakened

With the tears evaporating

Happy and pleased

I sang my version

Leave not! Leave not!

Little image

Your bosom is precious

Warmer

Than the night sky

Mummy don't you dear

Leave for a minute

You are my day

My sun and moon

All she said next was,

Blaa! Blue! Blaa!

I wondered what she meant

Maybe,

some other time.