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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN


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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.

July 16, 2015 at 5:11pm
July 16, 2015 at 5:11pm
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Prompt: You wake up, get out of bed and open the door. You are in OZ! You meet the munchkins, scarecrow, lion, tinman, the witches from the second movie {The Great and Powerful Oz} and James Franco is the Wizard. What happens next? This is your adventure.

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I already think I have been living in the land of OZ ever since I was born. If you met my family members, past and present, you’d know that Munchkins, Scarecrow, Cowardly Lion, Tinman, Wizard, the Witch of the West etc. have been living with me or around me, using aliases.

Like most anyone, The Emerald City is the city we all are searching for, but we haven’t found it yet. Forget Emerald City, each city we’ve looked at has slums, poverty, too rich and too poor people, lawlessness, and lackadaisical governing bodies.

Fact is, I never thought I was in the USA…ever, let alone in Kansas. If I were, wouldn’t I and everyone else have the best of anything? Such as the best Congress in the world? Not that anything is unsavory, but I worry about the yellow brick road that we are following. I think it is a fake yellow brick road, and we are off the planet earth. Or this planet is a bad imitation of the supreme planet earth that the creation designed.

The problem could be that, at my age, I cannot hop and skip like Dorothy on uppers. Still I feel very lucky because I’ve found this wonderful place that keeps building and rebuilding itself, however, in cyberspace. No, it is not Kansas; it is home. It is WdC.

See I told ya, my fancy Emerald City of a place is off this planet.


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