‘Pilot’s dread, fury of a blind driver, turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!’ - Neruda

11th July

FURY

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Silence isn't always a cage. Sometimes, it's being free to adore the moon and dream of swinging on it while staring out into a sea of stars as if you were whisked away to your own island. The trick is muting your reality.

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Wednesday

CHECK MATE!

(Additional challenge
End the poem with "check mate")



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here, beneath this shield of bone
a transcendent harmonic resonates
caged in my wild heart it sings for me
a tender blue symphony

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....Continuing the lovely nautical sea creature theme......
the waves.... 🌊❤️

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Sintija's cloak as the wind caught it. Her hand tensed to steady her bow. The arrow was noched, the line tense in her hand. The white stag was almost in position. A miracle waiting to die. Did it know, she wondered, its life was a heartbeat away from ending.

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Once I've said
I don't have hobbies
but obsessions
never thought it will end
but the first kiss of new one
I was swept off my feet
I don't know what future holds
glad to found new wave


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and without contradiction
Art studio covered in the smell of thinking
Yellow is
Beyond all reasoning
Red is far too vibrant a colour for the lens to absorb
Blue is boring
Green must be put out front
A beauty so perfectly equipped
I adore you
Green
KF

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Too numerous to mention is the patterns and designs on vinyl adhesive contact. Finally, I’ve managed to find a good fit for the art below.
by Katy Francis

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たそくろやりつつ、AKファミリー的な何かを作ろうとするも途中でキメラ銃にしようと寄り道し、しかし結局VSSっぽいものになりそうな物…

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Our lives
Are but a tapestry
Of weaved brocade
And

A stage
Spun by The Weaver
Upon which stories
Are played

We each can choose
Adventure
Or a life to live
More staid

It all depends
Upon the choices
Each of us
Has made

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She was a portrait of perfection. A smile adorned her face, and she dazzled in jewels of vibrant colors. Her footsteps left a sillage of confidence. Yet, hidden deep within her her smile blurred, and her jewels dripped like paint on a watercolor canvas.

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you can hear it
in the stone lion's roar
see the horizon torn
by the eagles of war
slashed veins bleed ink
every word stained red
as bruised psyches
translate the languages of pain
into alliterate code



by Cindy Grundsten

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"We called them the Shipwrecked. Lost souls in a permanent state of bemusement, they had crashed upon our world after their navigation systems fried in an Ion Flux storm. Feeling pity, we began to look after them, and they've been loyal to their Keepers since."

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I've given some challenging prompts this month! Nicely done! Only 2 more sleeps before I pass the torch to
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Imagine the future: androids (optional theme) serve & the most vulnerable humans.


P R O T E C T

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...but without any of his alien tech the MinonMaker pumped out nincompoops instead of the fierce regime he was hoping for. 



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This month has been an absolute pleasure being your host!

will be your July promptess. Make sure you're following her for final prompts.

Until then...

In the beginning was the word... and the word was

M Y T H O S

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So sly, so cunning,
he was downright maniacal.

He built empires with the sharpness of his blade.

Planets & Civilizations shivered at the sound of his name.

RedStick, the "man"
born with the tongue of silver.


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