Daily Spitting of the Bose — Let there be Night


Daily Spitting of the Bose — Let there be Night

Prompted fusion of words with friends

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Shadow backdrop filtering moon — flighty air and her foggy bottom
not the soggiest or faintest of ideas — play on words
thick and thin — hell to high waters — out behind daylight
deliver me — into a glistening starry night.

Think again — misfortune placed upon mantles of despair
not for the glory of it — or taking a ride in years
yet time draws nigh — fortnight minimally explaining time
space continuum — Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen paradox.

Letting all go by day — noctambulous delivering nothingness
frivolously — anguish inflicted ancestral hand-me-downs
tattered jeans — flaking from the soul* of his feet
tapping right out — trepid of ague.

Into the night — shadowy moons facing onward
an entity of being — not mistaken identity foretold
restless sleep — working a twenty-four-seven
round the clock — mirrors projecting backward.

Cast out — by the pale blue light
transfigured me — angelic creature gnawing at the bone
of reduction — into nothing, it is returned
daily spitting of the Bose — let there be night.

~ Ani Po


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What do you get when you fuse varying prompt ideas?

Maybe a jumble of words, deep thoughts with Jack Handy or just Canvas-filled with hand-sculpted font upon a page. This was an attempt at Taking the phrase “out of thin air/into the shadow,” reworking it in some fashion within the structure of the first stanza. The prompted poem was on any subject chosen, but the first stanza had to have each of those words placed somewhere within it.

Since the subject was “Any subject,” why not choose another prompted topic on “let there be night.” Please leave a comment as to yay or nay on this combo.

Thanks J.D. Harms for these fun prompts and thank you to the whole Scrittura team for the daily Dance with Inspiration. Here the two prompts:

*deliberate word choice


Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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Returning to the Heart-beating Drum


Returning to the Heart-Beating Drum

Staying true to self-knowing and forgetting the rest

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Click, Click, Click
goes the beating beats
sounds of metal assaulting the wood
thoughts traveling from here to exoplanets
bantering of minds, clashing extremes
yes, I digress — not for any other reason to raise
awareness to other possibilities — broadening
the spectrum of thought in self.

Click, Click, Click
goes the beating beats
sounds of metal assaulting the wood
opposing forces interweaving a reality
fit for a King or Queen — they are not excluded
from the dysentery of fixating belief
in one way or the next — to me
it is about the expansion of consciousness
returning to the heart-beating drum.

Click, Click, Click
goes the beating beats
sounds of metal assaulting the wood
clashing wits and subtleties
grown tired of decaying, withering
breaking down words, isolating
Socrates allegoric site within the cave
chained and shackled to life’s painful miseries.

Click, Click, Click
goes the beating beats
sounds of metal assaulting the wood
hearing words of another chastising the next
Oljita holds the space for the collective — creative
willingness to freely move about the universe
in ways incomprehensible — not able
to put the finger on knowing what is
and whatnots, we return to the sounds
returning to the heart-beating drum.

~ Ani Po


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Recently asked to do a collective prompt from an objective viewpoint, stretching my comfort level of writing. I tried to narrow down the idea posed but digressed as usual into the spinning of words, superfluous to the subject at hand. Met with opposition challenging me to narrow it down.

I could not for one simple reason — life is not finite, with millions and millions of possibilities. I am not one to be kept in a box, yet returning to my cave of solitude, leaving me labeled in categories of potential psychosis.

Comfortable in my skin — knowing where I am — who I hold space for future unraveling, returning to the sound of a tapping beat generated from a source flowing through vibratory channeling of a heart-beating drum.


Thank you Diana C. for in depth prompts, Frank Ontario for dancing and interweaving a collaborative role of possibilities, thank you An Idea for housing my thoughts.

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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