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	 Scrivenings of the King-Beyond-The-Wall  #1069852 added April 27, 2024 at 1:08pm Restrictions: None	 
	Tedious Citadel Task #28 
	 
Her idealism 
cost more than we'll ever know. 
Her belief in change 
made her a better person. 
It made all of us better. 
 
 
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Form: Tanka 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A lot of people wouldn’t consider Wichita, Kansas as a particularly “spooky” city. Which is objectively ridiculous because we literally have the word “witch” in the name of our city! And just like any other “major” city in the world, if you know the right places to look, you won’t be short of unusual phenomena which will defy your perceptions of reality. Ghosts, demonic possessions, psychic abilities; you don’t need to be in one of those pretentious coastal elite cities to find plenty of paranormal activity here in Kansas. Consider visiting Wichita for all your extrasensory travel needs! 
 
Come one and come all, 
to bewitching Wichita— 
where weird shit happens 
 
 
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Form: Haibun 
 
 
 
 
 
 
once upon a cold and dreary Christmas Eve 
I found myself with a momentary reprieve 
so I visited a cozy nearby cafe 
and ordered my usual vanilla latte 
 
caffeine in hand, I returned to my car 
then glanced up and saw a bright shooting star 
it passed overhead and shot right on by 
with the sound of... jingling bells? up in the sky 
 
upon closer inspection the “shooting star” became clearer 
it was actually a sleigh with a red-nosed reindeer steerer! 
as it faded into the distance I heard a great THUNK 
and looked to my car, which now sported dents in the trunk 
 
I checked out the damage and it was extensive 
the body work alone would be quite expensive 
detritus of milk and cookies was scattered around 
candy cane and chocolate bits could also be found 
 
I stared down in shock at the damage that had been wrought 
and struggled to come to terms with a small nagging thought 
as much as we all loved that big jovial lug 
was it also possible that Santa was a careless litter bug? 
 
 
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(182 words / 20 lines) 
 
 
Prompt: Quatrain 
 
 
 
 
 
 
My sweet secret admirer. 
Or an impostor? 
Which are you? 
 
 
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Prompt: Quinzaine 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Originating from Timbuktu 
traveling by plane, train, and canoe 
Amazon rushes fast 
over distances vast 
yet always seems to be overdue 
 
 
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Prompt: Limerick 
 
 
 
 
 
Season’s first snow 
Arriving late on Christmas Eve 
Season’s first snow 
The city quiet, lights aglow 
More beauty than I could conceive 
Clean and pure, a needed reprieve 
Season’s first snow 
 
 
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(31 words / 7 lines) 
 
 
Prompt: Rondelet 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Abusive punches fall like rain, 
never stopping or letting up. 
I ache. 
 
One after another they take 
their turn assailing me with fists. 
I hurt. 
 
My silence taken for consent, 
this is not the life I would choose. 
I yearn. 
 
Blows send me sprawling to the floor, 
but I bounce back up, defiant. 
I stand. 
 
Let’s see them try and keep me down, 
I refuse to yield to their strikes. 
I’m proud. 
 
You can’t hurt that which cannot feel, 
I’m numb to your constant abuse. 
I win. 
 
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The punching bag was built to hit, 
but does that mean it does not feel? 
It does. 
 
The victims of abuse may not 
have a voice to raise in protest. 
They count. 
 
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Prompt: Synchronicity 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sail 
the depths 
of a dark 
and deathly sea, 
pulled by corpse sailors 
dredged from the Undersea. 
Across the bleak water’s thrall, 
The ferryman transports us all. 
Rich or poor, there is no need to pay; 
the ride is free, but it’s only one way. 
 
 
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Prompt: Etheree 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Storms of life will get you down 
Make you despair, make you drown 
 
But waiting’s the true malady 
There’s atrophy in apathy 
 
Sometimes you have to embrace the pain 
Hike up those skirts and dance in the rain 
 
The one sin you really can’t forgive 
Is to never really, truly live 
 
When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade 
Don’t be a bystander to life’s cavalcade 
 
 
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Prompt: Con-Verse 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The author of the Book of Malachi 
One of the Bible’s enduring mysteries 
Not an answer that’s easily come by 
Considering the confusing histories 
 
One of the Bible’s enduring mysteries 
Was it actually written by “Anonymous” 
Considering the confusing histories 
Or maybe he and Ezra really are synonymous 
 
Was it actually written by Anonymous 
Perhaps Malachi wasn’t a name but a designation 
Or maybe he and Ezra really are synonymous 
Malachi means messenger, an apt characterization 
 
Perhaps Malachi wasn’t a name but a designation 
Over the years, the issue has left many perplexed 
Malachi means messenger, an apt characterization 
But author’s identity is secondary to the text 
 
Over the years, the issue has left many perplexed 
Not an answer that’s easily come by 
But the author’s identity is secondary to the text 
The author of the Book of Malachi 
 
 
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Prompt: Pantoum | 
 
 
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