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His and Hers Towels

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For SocS

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “his/her(s).” Use one, use both, bonus points if you start your post with one and end with the other. Have fun!

A real stream of consciousness today. Typed the first line and went from there. A bit teen angst like  – but hey.

By Scott Bailey © 2018

His and her towels
Is where it all falls down
Just towels
Please
No pink or blue
No exclusive clubs
No glass ceiling
Consign the establishment
To the shelves
Build anew
But build it together
No more him and her
No more black and white
No more straight and gay
Just people
Friends and lovers
Colleagues and partners
Helping hands

Image from Pixabay

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Empty Tales

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For SocS

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tail/tale.” Use one, used them both, you decide. Enjoy!

Kind of used my lack of inspiration today as the subject.

 

Empty Tales

By Scott Bailey © 2018

I have no tales to tell
Rather
I have
But the retelling of them
Empties them
Of their worth
Tales of today
Seem
The same

Image from Pixabay

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Movement

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For The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 27th, 2018

By Scott Bailey © 2018

There is a rising tide
It swells and grows
The recedes
Pauses and grows again
Lapping against the ancient
Castle
The stronghold
Of power
From long ago
Where gold grows
Around the feet
Of the rulers
Seemingly futile
The tide rises
Ebbs and swells
Eating away
Tiny piece by piece
Until one day
The stronghold will fall

Image from Pixabay

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The Accidental Occidental

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For JusJoJan 20th SocS (oc)

A word that starts with “oc”. For some reason – occidental immediately sprung to mind. Followed by this random nonsense.

By Scott Bailey © 2018

 

His mother was a missionary
Who succumbed to forbidden love
She was abandoned and so was he
An orphaned sickly dove

He was always seen as different
Never quite the same
Always outside the circle
Never in the game

With no one to rely on
He learned to keep himself
Learned to get what he needed
Leave nothing on the shelf

He could play the needs of others
Like a bard could play a harp
To get where he was going
His will was cold and sharp

He grew to be a king
Of an unseen empire wide
And nothing could fill the void
That swelled and grew inside

So he used he unrivalled power
To bring down all around
To reduce the home he hated
To debris on the ground

The occidental accident
Happens all time time
So watch out for rising emperors
Who play their tunes sublime

 

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