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SJTaylor15
A medic trying to follow in the steps of the great physian writers (without their talent).
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SJTaylor15 in Poetry & Free Verse

Coffins

You're not woke.

There's no conspiracy.

Some of us are scarred remembering

Epiglottitis. Or Polio.

Smallpox.

You've forgotten.

How about doing your own research about that?

Some of us are deaf because of Measles.

Terrified to go on public transport in case

Your bug is what kills us

As we go through chemo for our cancer.

That "innocent childhood disease".

Is not quite so innocent as you think.

And some of you lost your own children.

We take no joy in that.

The tragic death of a 17 year old.

A family torn apart.

A senseless, avoidable horror.

You think your doctors

Pimps and pushers.

But trust your homoeopath.

When they sell you water.

Do they shed a tear when you die?

Except for their lost earnings?

Do they go to war zones?

Outbreaks of deadly disease?

And disaster zones?

As volunteers.

Science saves lives.

Ignorance and arrogance ends them.

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SJTaylor15 in Haiku

The Rook

The Rook perched

on the trunk of a fallen Oak.

Talking to a squirrel underneath.

Challenge
Challenge of the Week LXXVIII
The element of surprise. Write a story or poem with a surprising ending.
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SJTaylor15

Twist in the tale

Once upon a time...

In a land far far away.

A Boy met a girl

and the boy

fell in love.

But the girl...

didn't give

a fuck.

She

was doing

her

own thing.

Saving dragons.

Making friends with bumbling bears; the

victims

Of a home invasion.

Rescuing hapless bachelors.

From tyrannical fathers who kept them

locked

Chaste

In tall

towers

Pointing

hard

into to the sky.

Or stopping wandering royalty who try to

Kiss teenage girls

As they lay asleep.

But this girl.

She's not real.

Just a fantasy too.

Just like all the other fairy tale princesses.

It's just what the boys dream about

Today

Is different.

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SJTaylor15 in Poetry & Free Verse

The twist in the tale

Once upon a time...

In a land far far away.

A Boy met a girl

and the boy

fell in love.

But the girl...

didn't give

a fuck.

She

was doing

her

own thing.

Saving dragons.

Making friends with bumbling bears; the

victims

Of a home invasion.

Rescuing hapless bachelors.

From tyrannical fathers who kept them

locked

Chaste

In tall

towers

Pointing

hard

into to the sky.

Or stopping wandering royalty who try to

Kiss teenage girls

As they lay asleep.

But this girl.

She's not real.

Just a fantasy too.

Just like all the other fairy tale princesses.

It's just what the boys dream about

Today

Is different.

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SJTaylor15 in Poetry & Free Verse

Kill your favourites

Brevity is the soul of it.

Longevity ruins it.

Every word scoured and scrutinised.

Unending, unyielding

Fascist-red pen.

I love this bit.

But it doesn't fit.

It's got to go.

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SJTaylor15 in LGBT

Pride

People do not choose who they love

But they do choose to hate.

Everyone needs to feel loved.

But hate hurts everyone.

We just want to get on with our lives

But some want to end them.

Hidden away inside ourselves

Because they "just don't want to see it ".

The great shame of our lives

Is not that we don't love who you think we should.

Or that we aren't the gender that was

forced.

It's that we can't teach you how to love

Unconditionally.

Challenge
Create your own version of Mad Hatter, let me know what your madness looks like~
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SJTaylor15

Life is madness.

I get up each day and

I work for a boss I hate.

Doing a job I can't stand.

For less than I deserve.

I do this because I'm afraid to follow my dreams.

Because I might fail.

Because I was convinced in school I would.

Because I have a child whose needs

depend on me.

I eat food I know is poison.

Because I'm too tired to cook.

Too poor to afford fresh.

Too little time left in the day.

And because the self-annhilation gives me

Strength

To go on another day.

Until my heart packs in and my children mourn.

My partner grows bitter and lonely.

Still clinging to what is just a memory.

This is our life.

It was my father's life.

And his father's before him.

And will be my child's too.

Unless this madness stops.

Challenge
Weirdest things to hear from a priest inside a confessional.
What are some of the weirdest things to hear from a priest inside a confessional during confession? Write out a short scenario, or make a list if you wish.
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SJTaylor15 in Comedy

Forgive me father

For I have sinned too.

Judge not this child any harsher than you

Judge me.

We are all frail.

We all fail.

Help us to be better.

Rather than punishing us for our sins.

Amen.

Challenge
Where does your mind go when you’re it’s quiet and you’re by yourself?
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SJTaylor15

Where does the mind go

Where does the sun go when setting?

Sol circles the Earth but night decends for you.

The face in the mirror when you turn away

vanishes forever

when there's no one looking.

Where does the child go when it's sleeping?

They lay on their bed but sail ships into stormy seas.

The art in the gallery is just paper and paint When the doors are clunk closed.

The book is nonsense without the reader.

Words get their meaning in your eyes.

Sounds become speech

When there are ears willing to hear.

The mind wanders but

Where does it go?

And if it wanders how can you tell

it was ever there?

Challenge
Take a well-known cliche and make it yours (micro poems only)
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SJTaylor15

Medicine

Laughter is the best medicine!

At least that's what they say.

But give me SSRIs any day...

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