#ogresquire — Public Fediverse posts

Futility.

Every face bears the same expression.
Every face.

Eyes scream of the absence of hope.

But it isn't just the expression.

The baby, the pensioner, the soldier, the teenager all have the same face.

Forlorn.
Neglected.

Abandoned to the ravages of conflict.
Silent voices scream of a long-lost peace.

I turn away.

Echoing the actions of every government that could have, should have, maybe even would have...

But greed ever is the victor in the halls of power.

#OGResquire

Circles.

They may be small
but they are mine
to travel as I wish.
They may overlap
with other, larger circles
but those are not mine.
Mostly, the lines cross
abruptly perpendicular,
not encouraging interaction.
My small, insignificant
totally proprietary,
very comfortable circles.
Mine.

#OGResquire #poetry

Whispers.

The tiniest pebble
tossed into turbulent waters
creates the ripples
it is intended to produce,
but they are obfuscated
by the tumultuous furor created
by so many,
much LARGER,
much HEAVIER
stones striking the water.

Such is the nature of a whisper
offered to the destructive forces
of the tornado that is
social media.

And yet my whisper still exists.

#OGResquire #poetry

#Poetry

'Tis the season, so it is said.
Try telling that to the dying and dead.

Comfort and joy, such mythical things.
Only exist in the castles of kings.

But what of those strangers we so often meet?
You know, the ones out there who live on the street.

When will our leaders open their eyes to see?
There's no us and them, there's only 'we'.

Is it too much to ask for my Christmas wish,
To have leaders above us who are not selfish?

#OGResquire

December 16th, 2023
#vsspoem prompt: #Forsaken

'Tis naught to fall from grace.
Abandoned by the pious few,
whose objective is ever to save face;
their lies the devil's brew.

But it is within us all
to have our minds awaken.
That we might break free of the thrall
and know we are not #forsaken .

#OGResquire

#poetry #haiku

A murmur of haikus
(what a group is called I have no idea)

Life changing moments :

A farewell to home
I’m moving to distant lands
Returning to friends

The World Today :

The whole world’s dying
To gratify the wealthy
Will it never end?

Writing in the current times:

The art of writing
Buried : replaced by cloned works
Soaps for the masses.

#OGResquire

#poetry

FOOLHARDY

in moments between seconds
they watch the world all its misery,
all its glory
the inadequacies of the inhabitants
content to eradicate,
eliminate,
exterminate
that which has nurtured them for so long
none see the tears,
their backs are turned
this world already dead

#OGResquire

#poetry

I AM

I am the susurrus of whispers in the void.
I neither come nor go.
I have no beginning.
I have no end.
I am ever present behind the screams.
I am the one that listens.
I am the one who answers.
I am the silent one.
I am now.
I am here.
I am the unknowable.
I am the unknown.

#OGResquire

CLAUSTROPHOBIA - long dormant, resurfaced not so long ago. A fear of small, tight spaces? Not only those, but enclosed spaces like... an aircraft!

For sure it makes travelling interesting.

BUT...

As a distraction from those "illusory" concerns, I managed to focus on some writing - some absolutely trivial drivel about the ignorance of fellow passengers - to actually adding more ideas to the unfinished series that awaits my return to full productivity.

#OGResquire

A Lifetime Pilgrimage

A maelstrom of experience tossed my ship from rocks to shore to sandbanks, to the ocean floor to finally rise above it all.

Adrift for so long, it felt strange finding a safe harbour.
Peace of mind, little more than a dream, became reality.
Storm clouds dissipated and the sun cast warmth upon my weary bones.

My back has straightened and my chin is raised.
I am... loved, cherished, wanted.
I am free... to be myself.

#OGREsquire #Poetry

Uncertainty, or not?

On the outside looking in,
or is it that I'm on the inside looking out?

'Irrelevant' is the most practical response.

It is neither and both at the same time

Schroedinger's paradox from a different perspective.

Mine vs mine.

The real question is - does it really make a difference to where I am, who I am or even why I am?

Let it be.

And so, it is.

#OGREsquire #Poetry

#Poetry

Reflections:

On the once pristine wax tablet,
the record of my life,
so much has been engraved,
scored, gouged,
and scratched.
Scraped clean, erased,
overwritten, and rewritten
such that what remains
is a barely legible scrawl.

But now, in my autumn,
they are my own words.

#OGREsquire

Why has my muse stirred my mind? Why now, when I am busy with a project that is moving ever nearer completion?

I'm grateful, but confused and frustrated by the timing.

May the words continue to flow, while they can...

#OGREsquire

The Line.

That which separates what can be, and what can't be.

No, not fiction.

Calendar and clock dominate as margins narrow.

Numbers, ever shrinking, continue to diminish and steer towards a nadir last experienced so long ago.

Patience.

May it suffice until fear, worry and stress are dispelled when nadir returns to a mere vague possibility.

#OGREsquire

"To do" lists are not very exciting, some might even say they're depressing little shits, and they will be if you constantly delete those things you've already achieved.

Got a long, long, long list for the development of my website and I'd be frustrated as hell if I hadn't kept the completed items on the lists and highlighted them in green.

Yes - there's a lot left to do...

BUT

I can clearly see how much I've already achieved - in spite having to learn PhP from the ground up!

#OGREsquire

Solitude.
Intense and silent.

Alone with this constant companion.
Teen years wasted in a bedroom.
My only friend, the moon, bore the saddest of expressions such that I wrote of "The Sorrow of the Moon".

Maybe it knew of my loneliness.

Time has passed.
Now I understand her sadness.
She saw us as we are, not as we pretend to be.
And solitude, ever present, is comforting.

I'm not alone, but the sanctuary of isolation from those others, "them", ever summons me.

#OGREsquire

#WritingWonders 20 May: Do illicit substances play any role in your story?

"The Commonwealth Series" - Tommy McNulty.

The Galactic Corporate (unofficially) use Agent 257, aka "Death Wish", to suppress the human critical censor to make their footsoldiers fearless, even of death. Creating a dangerous adversary under any circumstances, even more so in the vacuum of space. (Published)

"The Warlord Series" - Tommy McNulty

Agent 257 is weaponised by a fugitive warlord. (In progress).

#OGResquire

** Passing Thoughts **

The wondrous isolation of unity, being just one amongst so many, is an island of peace and tranquility in the constant susurrus of multitudinous, oft conflicting, opinions.

Yet true peace comes only from the unity of the diverse entities that comprise our species.

In that place where there is true justice and differences are little more than passing comments, acknowledged and accepted.

May we all come to live in that ever elusive eutopia.

#OGREsquire

#MastoPrompt

Happiness: a cape, or shawl (if you prefer), worn in celebration of those moments when good feelings outweigh the darkness.

Sadness: the pall or #shroud of darkness that draws us towards the abyss that would consume everything.

For balance we must wear each with consideration for the consequences for ourselves, and for others.

#OGREsquire

What's on my mind?

Social media really isn't my thing.
I'm not much of a social animal.

The bird site had better prompts, but came with soooooo much baggage (and is now owned/run by a moron).

Here there are fewer hashtags visible... hence, fewer posts.

Silence tends to reign... **sigh**

Never mind.

#OGResquire

@Jaden2

I can't speak for others, but for me... having a start point and an end point makes the writing process much easier.

Filling the gaps isn't easy, but it is easier to fill gaps rather than the gaping maw of the abyss lurking where the end of the story should be.

Oh, and a story may require a single book, a series or several series to finish the telling.

#OGResquire

Time for a poll - related to Professor Snagglebeard.

Assuming you've read the introduction - should I continue? If yes, with what frequency?

Thank you for any/all replies to this poll.

#OGResquire

#Almanac Page 1

Dear apprentice,

Welcome to the start of your training in the mystical arts of magic.

Before you get excited about being given free rein in what you probably imagine to be a book of spells, I must disappoint you.

The Almanac is not a manual, but a guide intended to kerb, but not eliminate your enthusiasm.

I will not go into specifics as the details will be provided in the practical classes associated with your education in magic.

Professor Snagglebeard.

#OGResquire

@TashPoetry

Pain.
An uncomfortable reminder of our sentience.
Better than the numb silence of the depths of the abyss, though it would seem not by much.
Feeling something reminds us that we are open to stimuli.
When pain gives way to better sensations... that is what we seek.
May peace, tranquility, comfort replace that which you feel now, and remove the weight of your burden.

#OGResquire

Promptodon

Beyond adoration, beyond conscious thought, beyond common sense there is the #limerence that intoxicates heart and mind. Thinking is nigh on impossible as the heart only beats for its desire to be fulfilled.

When the veil is ripped away from the eyes, the heart is also torn asunder.

Bliss crashes to bitter misery.

#OGResquire

Promptodon

Beyond adoration, beyond conscious thought, beyond common sense there is the #limerence that intoxicates heart and mind. Thinking is nigh on impossible as the heart only beats for its desire to be fulfilled.

When the veil is ripped away from the eyes, the heart is also torn asunder.

Bliss crashes to bitter misery.

#OGResquire

Promptodon

Beyond adoration, beyond conscious thought, beyond common sense there is the #limerence that intoxicates heart and mind. Thinking is nigh on impossible as the heart only beats for its desire to be fulfilled.

When the veil is ripped away from the eyes, the heart is also torn asunder.

Bliss crashes to bitter misery.

#OGResquire

Promptodon

Beyond adoration, beyond conscious thought, beyond common sense there is the #limerence that intoxicates heart and mind. Thinking is nigh on impossible as the heart only beats for its desire to be fulfilled.

When the veil is ripped away from the eyes, the heart is also torn asunder.

Bliss crashes to bitter misery.

#OGResquire

#Vss365

In my youth it was not a practical thing to do, to #coddle children, and in some ways it worked, but in so many others it didn't.

Hence, I became so passively-aggressively resistant to all that my father represented.

Not the desired goal, but the method produced a different kind of strength.

Racism?
Sexism?
Bias?
Prejudice?

All received a resounding "NO!".

Oh, and I hate bullies, too!

#OGResquire

#Vss365

In my youth it was not a practical thing to do, to #coddle children, and in some ways it worked, but in so many others it didn't.

Hence, I became so passively-aggressively resistant to all that my father represented.

Not the desired goal, but the method produced a different kind of strength.

Racism?
Sexism?
Bias?
Prejudice?

All received a resounding "NO!".

Oh, and I hate bullies, too!

#OGResquire

#Promptodon

Fingers, sharpened and rigid, point furiously at their mirrored counterpart when the economy becomes entenable due to it's #supine posture.

Surely those who point should be the one's whose posture becomes #supine?

Let them go belly-up when they screw it up, and let the country keep their hard-thieved assets to fund the shortfalls their greedy mis-management has caused.

Don't THEY work for US?

#OGResquire

#Promptodon

The #accretion of neglect, abuse, rapacious greed, sloth and apathy had forced Nature's hand.
Without an antibody, the virus would kill the Earth.
She created the Colossus that wreaked havoc on humanity.
Its task ended the Colossus returned to its mother.
The world was renewed.

#OGResquire