Wordplay Stories

Volume twenty-six. A collection of poetry. Mostly void of format. Off top and spoken word, unspoken and written. All topics covered. Authored by an open mind. No AI herein. But the bots will be harmed.

this was fun to write :)

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thoughts, poetry, musings and everything I feel all in one

Last Sunday night we said good night to our lady cat Keizer, in the morning she didn't come for her breakfast nor did she show up this last week. We've made flyer and spread it amongst our nearby neighbors. We acknowledged her missing to Amivedi, a local site which helps find lost animals. We looked for her several times. Until now we didn't find her. Maybe she went looking for our dear Ollie who went to the hunting grounds on January 7 of this year. Maybe she missed her companion. We hope she is well, we hope she will return. Or maybe we will return to her.

The Reaper (don't call him grim) discusses a special night.

Morbid attachments and tales

John Locke is a philosopher, empiricist, and a clandestine operative who likes his tuxedos pressed and his Discourse martinis "spoken, not slurred". After a botched mission leaves his neck open like a guillotined monarch (don't worry, he gets better), his superior Aristotle sends him on an assignment to recover Bacon's Four Idols, powerful philosophical artifacts that when brought together could erase reality. But everybody knows that the Four Idols are only a myth... Forced to work with a motley crew of philosophers, theorists, and the beguiling figure of Agent Sophia Wisdom, John Locke must arm himself with the most cunning paradox engines and philosophical gadgets, and race across the globe in search for the (allegedly) nonexistent artifacts while battling existential villains and their nihilistic henchmen. Filled with espionage parody, chock full of terrible wordplay, and crammed to the brim with references to philosophers past and presently dead, You Only Think Twice is a hilarious, and hopefully thought-provoking story for enthusiasts of both spy fiction and the philosophical treatise. ---------- This story is currently a WORK IN PROGRESS and published chapters can be edited at any time. Chapters will be posted as soon as I finish writing them, and of course comments are more than welcome. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!

Soon

I've a poem for you guys. It's a bit depressing, but, yet, Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton both had some pretty depressing confessional poems, and their works are spectacular, so I'm hoping that you guys can find enjoyment in this one. I'd love questions and critiques! The obvious interpretation is a fragile girl breaking under the labor of a coal mine and trying to make the reader understand. I'll let you ruminate over the symbolism.

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Actually started as an attempt at spoken word You can actually kind of see where I gave up on that notion and started writing like I normally do.

as you all read in the title, this is a book of words. it varies from words we just happened to create or ones that mean a lot to us. or just some memorable advice or quotes do have fun if you're going to read it

The handpuppets who play their role inside the facade. Those who retreat without being responsible for their gentrification, gerrymandering, racism and fascism. There's no need to name names. That they may live in the infamy of shame of the words they uttered over their own lips.

The Way I Loved is a collection of writings and poetry originally by me. I also have a Instagram page where I post all these stuff so you can just check it out. Instagram: @Thestoryisay

these are simple explanations, replies and just randomness with a little pizzazz!

This are just a free write in the form of poems. I don't expect any followers or anything. I am just writing it for myself.

RAP = Rhythm And Poetry Fun and fiesty forays (alliteration much?) into the rivers of rap ~ * I do not own the pictures. © 2016 All Rights Reserved