There was a young sailor who stopped in town

And he wandered into the wrong bar,

They looked at him sadly, everyone wore a frown.

His mother always told him he’d never get far

But the hooker he met changed his tune

Even after ignoring her scar.

Hard and strong like a Fremen from Dune

He rocked her fast and free

But alas, he ended too soon

To make matters worse, his pipe was empty

Sad and pantless, he retreated to the bathroom

Searched around for a new point of entry

And to stall a bit, he spilled her cheap perfume.

and hoped maybe her "favors" were free

Or his credit score spelled his doom

Outside in the bar a band played eerily

The heroin dimmed their sunken mood

and killed the buzz from the LSD

To my right I found the righteous dude

Heaping his judgment as if wearing a crown

With an evil grin, he finished his food

Rules were as follows:

1) ABA BCB ... rhyme scheme

2) Had to be about sex, drugs and rock & roll

3) We write one line each, in rotation.

Written by @putski, @dustygee123, @ledlevee, @MeeJong

Sunday morn, skies that mourned,

wrinkled blankets, undone laundry,

notes that piled, lectures paused,

plates and bowls, last night meals.

Seasons changes, fall and rains,

falling apart, piece by piece.

Save me, please, screamed to the skies,

begged and hurt, lone in a crowd.

Deep inside, something changed,

life felt different, so did I.

What once was, what now is,

what would be, all blurred in one.

Barely human, days all same,

can't be machine, feelings clawed.

Bewitched in a maze, no way out,

dark that stayed, lights that frayed.

Would I leave, this game of hurt,

or would I stay, forever and frail?

Shall I try, when all things fail,

or just let go, as fate may plead?

But I will wake, to another day,

for dawn may break, and the sun may rise,

birds may sing, and the rains may pour,

nights may fall, and the cold may creep.

I will wake to another day.

Black and white

Black and white

A love so strong

In black and white

I loved you as a child

Maybe you were the only one I loved

But, alas, it was only a love

In black and white

Black and white

Black and white

Keep them apart

Just black and white

The right and wrong can mix

Eschewing our lives and world

Bringing the gloomy grays, I beg

Just black and white

Black and white

Black and white

I live between all of the

Black and white

I wish I could sing to it

Sing to everything that is and was

Everything that I want to be

Black and white

Black and white

Black and white

Repeat it, play on

Repeat it, play on

I wish I'd never have to move on

From sitting in the comfort and safety

Of your love and your voice

Repeat it, play on

My love, my life, my lover

Caress my ears with your song

I hold on to you, I want to cry

It's just black and white

The song will end

The sun will set

I'll look at my life

It's just black, no white

The darkness will come

The heavens will hum

I'll cry in the dark

Black and white

As I sit at my laptop, the open windows let a cool breeze blow through, carrying the scent of spring with it. My coffee is sitting beside me, and its aroma fills my nostrils. I can smell the daffodils outside my window, I also can still smell the coconut I toasted this morning for on my dessert for tonight, and soon I will smell fresh bread baking in the oven. These are the smells of my home, and I wouldn't trade them for the world.

They call me Somo for short and that would be my given name, in a way

Sister of Moses

If you know the name, you may say it

If not, you can call me SoMo

the important part is the one everyone always forgets:

SoGo

Servant of God

I know I don't seem it

Everyone expects servants to be perfect, especially when they work for God, but the truth is that we're mere servants

We're flawed, but it's my transparency about those flaws that makes me worthy of Him, so I tell myself

Either way, one does one's best and that's what I do

Either way, I am a child of The Almighty

And I wear it proudly so that I may always remember

Hello heartfelt phenomenal writers and readers.

I'm sorry I haven't been on here as much as I loved, but unfortunately I was a victim of mildew poisoning and caught pneumonia twice back to back. I had to move and start over slowly. I have been jumping on reading some great writing. I love everyone on here and I pray for us all.

Now that I am functioning so much better, I have to humble down and ask for your help. Those that know me on here knows that I have a program for homeless and sheltered children to reward them with books and Tshirt. It has been happening since 2016.

Every year I start a Tshirt drive to buy tshirts and materials to donate through the summer. My health has made it tough for me but I refuse to stop.

So if anyone have some spare change or bucks they can send to help out, will be greatly appreciated. If you have a cash app:

$fistchallenge4kids

Paypal- poo3sha@hotmail.com.

**Any donations over ten dollars is greatly appreciated and can be matched with a deal I have to make a shirt if your choice over the summer for free as a thank you from fistchallenge4kids. Just email me at sharondabriggs24@gmail.com. Thank you for your support and blessings.

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Descending angelic between space

Enveloping memory: warm, fragrant

Vibrant wafts of brilliance orchestrated

In staccato time, beaming beyond

A rainbow on youth’s breath —

Walking barefoot on a summer day

Fresh cut grass and an enchanted garden

Of hope and mystery: nature beckons

With prisms of time reflected in my eyes

As long as I can remember, I've been colorblind. I've always seen the world in shades of green. The kids at school would make fun of me for it, especially Pat Sorenson, and it would often make me upset. In an effort to make me feel better, my grandma told me about a legend. That those with green vision were gifted by the Goddess of Luck.

I know she made it up, but it's still nice to think about. My grandma was just cool like that. I remember eating mashed potatoes with her in the trailer, watching movies together. Our favorite one was Clover, about a young girl entering a dance competition with an Irish jig. Grandma and I would make fun of it, especially all the cheesy special effects.

One day, grandma insisted I stop by her house. I thought it was an emergency, but when I got there, she had just made cookies.

"These aren't just any cookies," Grandma winked. "They give you blessings."

That's my grandma all right. I tasted one and took the rest home. But on my drive, I noticed something.

A rainbow. With more than one color.

It was almost as if I could taste it. For the first time ever, I was seeing colors. I pulled over to the side of the road and just stared. Grandma was right. She was right all along.

She’s young,

in a green and brown sundress

splashed with colorful wild flowers.

She sings

to the sun with warmth and brightness,

long, brown hair dancing in the breeze.

Her music

is healing, life-giving strands of sound,

breezes in the rain, music from the pain.

She dances

like a dandelion seed floating in the air,

a butterfly fluttering from bloom to bloom.