Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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Winds of Change

Seeds of love scattered
Blown by winds of emotion
Clouds of teargas

All we have
Is a few short minutes
To be sons and daughters
Fathers and mothers
Friends and lovers
There is no color
No race
No nation
Only humanity
Let us help each other
To live our best lives
In peace and compassion

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!


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Choices


We are living in a time
When personal choices
Can impact so many others
As a matter of life or death,
Disparity never so clear
Selfishness disguised as freedom,
Choosing economy over humanity
Is the real tragedy
Because if we let go of man made doctrines,
Reject the fear of scarcity
And instead embrace abundance,
If we focus on taking care of one another
Everything will be all right

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #229: Choices


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Naturalist Shack

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Where there was once a parking lot
An environmental education building
Now stands surrounded by a mass of water
As an ironic reminder
That everything is connected
and both actions and non-actions have consequences

Denial doesn’t change facts
Drowning in ignorance and greed
Climate change

Sea level rising
The naturalist shack
Returns to nature

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenges #221: Mass and #222: Connections


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Tourist

Feeling like a tourist in my own country
Stoned by words of hostility and division
Having to check my patience while struggling
To keep my sense of retribution in check
Because if I allow the malignant cancer of hate
To take hold of my soul
Then I become the problem
And not the solution

In response to patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #216: America and #217: Tourists


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Girls

No girls allowed
Trait taught at an tender age
Desolate playground

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #155: Girls


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Fire Anthology

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Anthracitic ants anticipate antipathy.
A true Antediluvian antagonist, their anthoid antrum a scourge.
Using an antiquated anthelminthic,
I attempt to attack their mound;
Their antennae ever attuned,
I swear I heard a faint battle cry Anthem,
Their sudden purge resembling an anthemion.
But this is not anthropophagy,
I anthropomorphize.
Their antics are merely an antevert.
Antibiosis in the form of a nasty sting;
Not unlike an Antiar dart.
And now I am in need of an antidote or antivenin:
An antalgic antiseptic or antibiotic
To neutralize this anticly growing antefix.
And not to make an anticlimactic mountain out of an anthill:

This is war.

In response to Jennifer Nichole Wells One Word Photo Challenge: Ant