This week let’s write a compromise poem. Never compromise in your poetry but post the results below.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Compromise
This week let’s write a compromise poem. Never compromise in your poetry but post the results below.
Living Poetry 
The way the tide and the seashore
each leave space for the other,
breathing in,
breathing out
regardless of circumstance.
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Posted by mkfruga | August 29, 2018, 10:13 PMBeautiful image and a wonderful first two lines. Well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 29, 2018, 10:32 PMI cut down an editor once.
He was riding the fence with Baal and
I was playing Elijah in the hallway,
shanked him with a piece of pottery
from la Ciudadela, a painted cat,
and I smashed it over his head afterwards.
I said you got some interesting points, bucko,
and maybe now you’ve got mine.
Of course, it was no kind of compromise for the painted cat.
We drank pulques and micheladas in
the Plaza Garibaldi until the policia came.
Such is the fate of the prophets.
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Posted by Jeremy Ray Jewell | August 29, 2018, 7:00 PMFun! Love the last line. Thanks!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 29, 2018, 10:30 PMhttps://thatsnotsoutherngothic.wordpress.com
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Posted by Jeremy Ray Jewell | August 30, 2018, 12:11 AMThanks. 😊 It’s good to get a little POD practice.
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Posted by JeanMarie | August 28, 2018, 12:19 PMI’m bored.
I’m tired.
Let’s go get something to eat.
What about China Garden?
I was thinking about burgers.
We could just get popcorn at the movies.
There’s a new action flick at the multi-plex.
I want to see the new comedy.
Netflix?
Pizza?
Happy Anniversary Honey.
You too sweetheart.
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Posted by JeanMarie | August 28, 2018, 3:49 AMNice work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 28, 2018, 10:19 AM