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Aug 2, 2025 at 4:14pm
In response to "After the breakdown"

Leger~SoChilly

It was a desparate response to Anni Pon's challenge: "Breakdown"

in "The One-Line Lyric Challenge"

[13+]. There's a new challenge up!

Leger~SoChilly

Aug 2, 2025 at 3:33pm
In response to "After the breakdown"

As soon as I read this, I felt it needed music, like lyrics. Thank you for tickling my muse.

THANKFUL SONALI Party Hopping!

Apr 23, 2025 at 2:39am
In response to "Earth Everyday [182.35]"

You have some powerful imagery there.
And some terms that Hogwarts alumni can relate to!
Love it and love the message you give.
Thank you
S much!

Apr 22, 2025 at 11:37pm
In response to "Quiet after the storms "

wolfgang I tried to take an abstraction and ground it (in concrete?).

Thanks for reading.

Katya the Poet

Apr 18, 2025 at 8:50am
In response to "As we rot"

Thanks so much for this poem, and for sharing the story of the dead dog and his beautiful teeth!! (The last line also makes me think of the wolf in the fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood!!) I love the feeling in this, and the praise, and the brevity and the long EE of "teeth" in the last line, making me smile.

Apr 13, 2025 at 12:32pm
In response to "Quiet after the storms "

Joy Jingles Bells Oh, I love the bittersweet or dark-and-light although this has more dark.

Joy Jingles Bells

Apr 13, 2025 at 11:34am
In response to "Quiet after the storms "

Very effective lines even with--or maybe because of--the grim in them.

Apr 9, 2025 at 8:57pm
In response to "On a green day"

Cappucine I'll bow to "strangely beautiful".

I just went with the flow. Could use a minor edit but I'm happy that you like it.

Cappucine

Apr 9, 2025 at 8:19pm
In response to "On a green day"

This is strangely beautiful. Thank you for the note about Thailand - I am happy to know this!

Joy Jingles Bells

Apr 9, 2025 at 1:56pm
In response to "Make up your mind, Spot! "

Congrats!

I didn't think it was silly, though! I rather thought you were a genius of description.

December 14, 2025 at 6:22pm

#1103660

Waiting room

I whisper across the waiting room
as if my thoughts can't be heard
by the ghosts that gather there, under
the covers of dust and undreamt
fears the roamed through my life.

I don't know yet that I'm one of them,
dearly departed, soon to be missed, already forgotten.

I mumble in a hush to not wake the dead
who still remember when I could run,
too shy to dance, too shy to speak,

too fearful to look in mirrors
that can't reflect my nothingness.

There is no hurry, no urge to move on
from a place where I never lived.

© Kåre Enga 14.desember.2025

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November 29, 2025 at 9:49pm

#1102652

The Fall

The Fall

Jack climbed up to the top of a tree,
looked around to see what he could see.

Saw his new neighbor up in the spruce,
yelled out, so what's the gnus, old Man Bruce?

Nary a monster out for a walk.
Old Lady Lily as white as chalk.

What did she say about the dead tree,
the one they chopped down at half-past 3?

Good riddance, she sighed, silly old goose,
ugly old oak, no longer of use.

Don't see a zombie out for a stalk.
Nary a ghost with whom I can talk.

© Kåre Enga [182] (29.novembrr.2025)

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Nursery Rhymes have taken a dark turn...
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An Alpha Valentine ... Beta's Valentine

November 25, 2025 at 10:25am

#1102376

An Alpha Valentine

Six seven
Eight nine
Ten eleven
You're mine

© Kåre Enga 25.november.2025 [182.a]

"Be mine" or "Please be mine" would be more polite than mimicking Fuentes' "Your body my choice". "Be Mine?" may be Beta.

Beta's Valentine

Six seven
Eight nine
Ten eleven
Be mine?

© Kåre Enga 25.november.2025 [182.b]

Truthfully... Alphas may lead, but Betas clean up the messes and continue the "species". Copies survive long after the originals are lost.

September 13, 2025 at 11:03pm

#1097315

Doorman

Doorman

Death

at moment of
"dearly departed",
interrupted by a phone call,
apologizes.
Sorry,
you'll have to wait.

My replacement will be here
in an eternity.
Enjoy your immortality in this
liminal space,
neither here nor there
as we often lamented

about your mental state.

© Kåre Enga (September 2025)

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Inspired by "Everybody goes to heaven" by Terrance Hayes.

August 30, 2025 at 1:22pm

#1096180

Daffodil

Daffodil

I'm tougher than I look.
My raw thoughts concealed.
My throbbing heart hidden
behind my sunny smile.

I'm fragile like a daffodil
blooming on my grandpa's grave.
Pick me and I'll flower again.
I'll bloom on your grave too.

I'm tougher than I look.
My raw thoughts concealed.
My throbbing heart hidden
behind my sunny smile.

You thrive
surrounded by your sycophants.
I survive
cocooned in an afghan all alone.

You pluck the blooming beauty
then let it die.
My roots delve deep into Life's soil
I create it.

I'm tougher than I look.
My raw thoughts concealed.
My throbbing heart hidden
behind my sunny smile.

I'm the weed
growing in your marble crack,
silent words
scrambling through your rock-scree brain.

I'm the wind you can't control,
the wisdom you eschew.

I'm more powerful than you.

I'm tougher than I look.
My raw thoughts concealed.
My throbbing heart hidden
behind my sunny smile.

I'm only a daffodil,
more powerful than you.

© Kåre Enga (29.august.2025)

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August 14, 2025 at 8:02pm

#1095307

La Música (music)

La Música

Drums cross the wooden floors,
pine groaning to pounding feet,
the rhythm of clogs, the shuffle of sandals.
The espresso machine provides harmony
for the unburdened whine soaring
from customers ordering —
a brioche, a fluted canelé, a latté
skinny with oat milk and a dash of vanilla.
Hold the tears, hold the drama!

I wear a yellow shirt with a faded ink stain,
the curse of writers not too proud
to wear second hand clothes
or write down emotions overheard
between words unspoken.

Unbroken, invisible, I grip my cup of daily drip
as if it contains some sanity,
as words squiggle across a blank page,
now relieved to be of some use
more than a blotter for stains.

This useless day gleams,
not too hot, not too chill, odd for August,
as the sun peaks through clouds
to gild the drought-yellowed leaves
that catch a breeze, like Lazarus,
hoping to survive autumn
to green again come next spring.

Melodic thoughts bring peace; but,
give way to annoying traffic,
to feet pounding the pavement;
La Música now a cacophony,
dying when a motorcycle screeches its descant,
shattering the moment.

© Kåre Enga (4.agosto.2025)

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July 31, 2025 at 8:57pm

#1094477

After the breakdown

After the breakdown

I've been on that train, watch it rumble by.
... been on that plane, rowing 'cross the sky.

Now in my hole, happy as a mole,
I let those troubles pass me by.

I've been in that car, driving fast and far.
... drove so far until the road ran out.

Got out; spaced out.
Trouble can't find me now.

I've lived that life of daily drama,
of never ending strife.

But now I choose serenity, to live,
to give, to stay alive.

I still gladly greet all who cross my path,
nod at those who walk on by,

yet sit with those who daily join me,
to rest, to chat, to smile awhile.

I give of myself, share what I've lived.
... this happy life, my only life to give.

© Kåre Enga (31.juli.2025)

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July 31, 2025 at 7:08pm

#1094470

August 28th

The Beatles Musical Extravaganza

June 30, 2025 at 12:01am

#1092525

I'm leaving

I'm leaving

I was leaving.
I didn't leave.
It was winter
didn't go far.
I wanted to run away...
ran off to college
had a miserable time
I couldn't stay, so I ran
further away.

Why did I leave? What was my search?

I found it
whatever it was
And healed
whatever that was
and began to smile.

What did I find? Was it enough?

I dreamt
dreams are so tricky.
I left when
winter became spring.
Was I happy. No.
Did I stay. Yes.

For years I was happy being unhappy.

I wanted to leave.
so I left.
Left my troubles behind...
didn't take long for them to find me

Again and again and again.

I once had a neighbor
who played the harp
known as Serenity
just like her harp.

But I never found the peace I searching for.

I'm leaving
each time searching for something.
I'm leaving
my troubles are packed.

I've never been able to leave them behind.

© Kåre Enga (29.juni.2025)

38 lines inspired by the Beatles "She Leaving Home" (1967)

For

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A month-long writing challenge, using The Beatles' songs as inspiration.
#2337962 by Choconuts Roasting

(everything is everything)

June 29, 2025 at 7:30pm

#1092510

For AniPon "Everything is Everything"

I didn't like the prompt as 'speaking in tongues' has negative implications for me.

I found the song intriguing and use of rap appropriate but its busy-urban background noise annoys me. I live in silence, seek calm, avoid the drama swirling around me... as best I can.

Let's love ourselves and we can't fail
To make a better situation
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow

Tomorrow, our seeds will grow

Built on failed dreams, frustration,
we fear for the future of our nation
no tears needed, no explanation
will answer questions you ignored.

Do we reap from what we sow?
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow!

Trashed by doubts and blurry vision
by dog-eat-hotdog competition
we now let go of our divisions
to welcome peace into our homes.

where we will act upon our prayers
more than empty words that snare
the unwary weary; now we dare
to freely offer our solutions.

Do we reap from what we sow?
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow!

No time for fatalistic thoughts;
no time for empty dreams we bought.
No would've, could've, should've, oughts.
No time for obfuscation.

We will reap the peace we sow.
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow.

© Kåre Enga (29.juni.2025)

22 lines

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