DAILY PHOTO: Church of Maca, Peru
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Speakeasy Stained-glass [Free Verse]
The light of a streetlamp
Streams through the stained glass,
And colors spread stably
Over surfaces below.
Then car after car
Pass by that bar,
And the colors are
Climbing and crawling,
Shifting and sprawling,
As headlamp light, briefly,
Dances through the window --
Kaleidoscope swirling the
Shockingly bright colors
In short-lived arcs.
The window was designed
To evoke a cathedral,
And deny all debauchery...
Oh, how it's failed.
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Starry Nights [Verse / Free Verse Mutt]
I’m stunned by all the starry nights
Beyond the sprawling city’s lights:
Swirls made of so many colors —
The dark, the light, middling others.
What eternal infinite
Exists out there between
All those stars?
All the dust and nothingness
Of that cold, unbounded expanse
Dances in the hot shell
Of my skull.
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PROMPT: Sports Team
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
Black & White; the skunk (but one with character, though more bellicose and less French than Pepé Le Pew. Like Yosemite Sam possessing a skunk.)
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Green Fairy [Free Verse]
Bohemians gathered around the absinthe bottles, the light hitting the bottles shone a radioactive shade of green. That green light threw blotches against walls & floors & people & anything else there was to illuminate. The more they drank, the less green the mottling -- not because the empty glass was clear, & didn't refract, or spray green, but because the splotches turned every color -- every color there is -- and the colors danced around the increasingly amorphous surfaces. Until, at last, everyone was asleep, and visions of Green Fairies danced in their dreams.
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DAILY PHOTO: Neon Nights, Kolkata
Night Colors [Free Verse]
It's dark. But the neon burns, and bright signs color the night, and that color shines against wet surfaces. The color seems to float, and when I walk past it shifts, morphs, and flows, becoming alive. And it -- those bright primary colors -- might just be creeping towards me like a killer kindergarten clown. I turn to see the colors swirling, swirling but not advancing. I stare into the color paisleys as they dance yin-yang do-si-do's around the puddle. I'm entranced & soothed, and no longer fear the colors will attack, turning me vibrant.
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Breaking Bleak [Haiku]
autumn colors, like a pointillist painting that'll break bleak.
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DAILY PHOTO: Foot Faults & Fall Foliage
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DAILY PHOTO: Kochi Beach Sunset
Tiger Riding for Beginners 