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April Challenge – Day Three

Made some minor adjustments to parts 1 and 2. Part 3 has been altered and Part 4 has been added. Please feel free to provide constructive criticism and comments (or if you preferred a previous revision).

The original Day One version can be read here.

i. Torpor
Wolves unleashed by the darkened skies;
Like rapids they flow through the camp.
Stifled fires hide their hungry eyes
And the sheep fall, lost under the sleepy lamp.

Other lambs hide from the ravenous storm
And a lonely lion cub, raised by the flock,
Is uncertain that sacrifices are warm.
He wanted to fight, and not hide under a rock.

Surrounded by sheep, will the cub bleat or,
In time discover the truth and find his roar.

ii. Verity
In the wake of the wolves brash raid
The cub has to travel towards his truth.
His path mires the deeper he wades
Leading towards the end of youth.

Dawn raises more vacillant questions;
Swallowing dust, his words silent and dry,
Yet inside the mind bays frustrations.
Run or return home: what is the lie …

Blind in the darkness, he watches not his feet
Arriving at a cross road, which will he greet …

iii. Eschew
Scared to continue, but he can not return to a lie
Cold wet and hungry; the cub conflicted and alone
In the woods nightmares cast by the moon lit sky,
Branches claw and hollows gnarl teeth of bone.

Feeling like a marionette cut loose
Virgin eyes see that roots do not grasp,
And daemon eyes can not seduce
His freedom that callow fears rasp.

But an omen shadows his troubles with a cry,
To hear such; foretells that he will soon die.

iv. Freedom
The breaking light cracks the daemon’s grin
And courage fills him with every ray of vim
Lies left behind, the omen cries a muted din;
The desire for truth blinds the struggle in him.

The wood’s shadows are cast aside with light,
So little he knows of life and their pains,
But on he walks to the river town with sprite.
The cub far from a lion, living on stains.

A lesson in trust he’ll learn first hand,
No longer safe in his flock, he’ll fall not stand


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April Challenge – Day Two

Had comments regarding the second line, and have made some other revisions. Please feel free to provide constructive criticism and comments (or if you preferred a previous revision).

Day One (previous) version can be read here.

i. Torpor

Bears unleashed by the darkened skies;
Like spirits they descend upon the camp.
Stifled fires hide their hungry eyes
And the sheep fall, lost under the sleepy lamp.

Other lambs hide from the ravenous storm
And a lonely lion cub, raised by the flock,
Is uncertain that their sacrifices are warm.
He wanted to fight, and not hide under a rock.

Surrounded by sheep, will the cub bleat or,
In time discover the truth and find his roar.

ii. Verity

In the wake of the bear’s ruthless raid
The cub has to travel towards his truth.
The path will mire the deeper he wades,
Leading towards the end of youth?

Dawn raises more vacillant questions;
Swallowing dust, his words silent and dry,
Yet inside the mind bays frustrations.
Run or return home: what is the lie?

Blind in the darkness, he watches not his feet
Arriving at a cross road, which lie to greet …

iii. Eschew

Scared to continue, but he can not return to a lie
Cold wet and hungry; the cub is conflicted.
An omen shadows his troubles with a cry,
Daemon eyes burn like stabs inflicted.

The breaking light cracks the daemon’s grin
And courage fills him with every ray of vim.
Lies behind him, in sorrowful tears of their sin;
The desire for truth blinds the struggle in him.

So little he knows of life and the greater land
No longer safe in his flock, he’ll fall or stand.


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April Challenge – Day One

Little bit of a cheat, as I have written this poem before but I have not been happy with the poem series, and it is not complete either.  Through the challenge I will aim to revise, improve and complete the series.  I have previously published the first poem (Torpor) on my personal blog, but thought it best to include as they all flow into one another.  Please critique and provide comments on the poem for me, so that I can improve upon them throughout April.  I have no overall title for the poem series either at the moment, suggestions welcome.

i. Torpor

Wolves unleashed by the darkened skies;
As raindrops, they descend fluidly upon the camp.
Fires long extinguished hide their hungry eyes
And sheep fall forever, lost under the sleeping lamp.

Lambs seek shelter from the ravenous storm
Yet a lonely lion cub, raised by the flock
With uncertainties from sacrificing others wasn’t warm.
He wanted to fight, and not hide under a rock.

Surrounded by sheep, will the cub bleat or,
In time discover the truth and find his roar.

ii. Verity

In the wake of the raid
The cub travels towards the truth,
Unaware of the road that lies laid.
Leading to the end of his youth?

Dawn raises more vacillant questions;
Through dust his words dry,
Yet inside the ocean roars frustrations.
To return home: which is a lie?

Blind in the darkness, he watches not his feet
Arriving at a junction, which life to greet?

iii. Eschew

Too scared to continue, but to return a lie
Cold wet and hungry the cub’s conflicts
A wise omen shadows his plight with a cry
Daemon eyes glint, one of the crescent tricks?

The breaking light cracks daemon faces
Courage fills him with each ray of vim
Forging onwards to a new life with sturdy paces
Desire for truth blinding struggles in him

So little he knew of life and the greater land
No longer safe within his flock, does he fall or stand?


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Specks of dirt

Specks of dirt

appear to have frozen

on the table top

which once was a hub of activity

where I would recline everyday

to get through things

to have a life

with a daily routine

These specks of dirt

now have frozen over it

they will get engraved soon

becoming a part of it for

it no longer has me

recline over it,

getting through things

life is changed,

table top has changed

and I have, as well.


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Metamorphosis

Gossamer veil before me sliver of light
peers furtively through trees that have seen a hundred years
absence of day with steps I place, now in sudden fear
not knowing of where I go or where I’ve been

disconsolate foot steps, crackle leaves beneath my feet
forest of deadened branches hang eerie, blackened sleep
who am I, where am I, behind or in front
cautiously tread direction lost steps to find myself

one foot wrong shall I be left in a world I do not want
one foot right will I find myself forgoing the life I’ve led
brush what my eyes before me see, start anew without the ink
trunks of deadness, branches hang life to them is lost

renew yourselves, birth new buds like I must do at life
banish cobwebs of my fears, eradicate self doubt
step into the daylight, know who you are and why
blackened forest take your leave, be reborn like I


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Perhaps you noticed …

… a different look around here.

And … there is more to come.

In the days ahead we’ll adjust and tweak and redesign in little bursts and fits as time allows, to make 20 Lines both more reader-friendly as well as begin promoting our Contributors’ work.

Look for exciting stuff ahead.

If I don’t have your Bio, send it!  If I already have your bio, send me more about your art!  I cannot wait to feature each of you in the coming days.  The talent here is amazing, and I want to make sure we travel and explore in ways that best share our journeys.  With each other.

Come with me.


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The Collective Sigh

The collective sigh of the viewers

viewing the prodigy becoming genius

by understanding that this life is a game-

You have to play it if you want to win it.

The collective sigh of the gatherers

gathered to discuss about the world as such

by knowing that this world is a gaming arena

You have to stay in it if you want to have it your way.


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So long ago… So far away…

So long ago so far away,

there came a new day

of beauty and joy,

of lust and coy-

when everything was fine

and the stars did shine

with their incandescent glow

their beauty, they did show.

Something came along then,

it was the time when

the things started to change,

everything became strange-

that time was when came

a very weird name-

the science beast, so queer

it came from the seer

who visited the lands

and analyzed the sands,

brought upon this anthology

for studying subjects like biology

the people were angry at first

and the cloud of anger did burst

but soon they adapted to this gift

which was responsible for every shift

in the nature of our history-

here comes the bizarre end of my story, so blustery.


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Was Marilyn Sober?

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”  ~Marilyn Monroe (c/o 144East)

I recently watched the movie, The Misfits, with Monroe, Gable and Clift. What I have come to like about this movie is the behind the scenes drama that was unfolding on what was Gable’s and Monroe’s last movie as they died soon after. Knowing the drama during the movie lends a very bittersweet edge to the viewing when you know the personal strains invading the stars of the movie. I added this short video (excuse the cheesy music) and found the images of Marilyn touching knowing her inner pain and confusion.

Many of us, here, share our inner energies that seek explanation, release and soothing. With that in mind, I found Marilyn’s images particularly touching.


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Boarded Up, Time to Take Down the Boards


Boarded up, shut off  from light,  from view. Chains on the door and no one new.

Take down the shutters, cut away the chains, sweep up the gutters.

Let the light in and just begin to see what awaits,

when at first internal peace inflates.

That open room, we’ve swept out with the loving broom.

will remove the gloom. 


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The Painted Man

The Painted Man ~ SwittersB

Fuzzy thinking in life. Few things seem certain at times. Memories of old…were they what I believe now? Glimpses of long ago are layers of impressions covering over myself. Some are good, some are not so good.

Layer upon layer seems to cloud an honest assessment of reality. The present is often met with borrowing from the old. Sometimes intuition tells you not to trust the old pathways. Too many mistakes. But, one can come to a stand still if that happens too often.

It helps to strip away some of those layers, to discard them. Like a remodel, the layers are peeled away and a foundation, the bones, are exposed with hopefully not too much damage. 

Sometimes there is a charm to the old. But when the layers start to peel, bubble, lift…a little remodel is in order and a good thing. Positive energy and outcomes.


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The Need for Speed

I know that God watches over me and hears me in my cries and plaints. Tears have been shed, a lot of them, over a certain circumstance in my life. But Sunday, with a phone call and visit from the people involved, so much changed.

Immediately I said, “God, I thank You for this.”

I have always been quick to ask, but slow to thank when I realize that God has intervened in my life and done something that I thought impossible. But I must remember, With Him, all things are possible.

I do believe that I need a nudge to be quick to thank. I resolve to do better.

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