Be Tray Al. Be right. Be white—stay black. Be wild—stay back. Be a force ten fart in a lift shaft. Be the ground floor, baby. Be the rising tide. Be always on your way. Be the end of days. Bequeath your wealth. Be still my beating heart (bee Sting). Be nowhere. Beyond compare. Be loved, beloved. Be serious.
He's sitting by the sea. His gaze is almost absent. His head down, his back hunched, and a tear trickling down every now and then, leaving little holes in the sand. I imagine it's a lost man, someone who lost his way a long time ago. Men who have long since left their dreams behind turn themselves into little tears.
He’d been on the run for days, always staying one step ahead of the authorities.
He even managed to visit a Mexican restaurant for lunch, right under their noses.
And he would’ve made it across the border, safely concealed under the backseat of an SUV, had his stomach not betrayed him as the guards were searching the car.
Panting, Chad handed Manny the pistol. "Vinny's a snitch. We gotta get the hell outta here!"
"Every which way, somebody betrays us!" Manny slapped the magazine.
They jolted, clambering down to the basement and into the tunnels.
"Going somewhere, gentlemen?" A voice announced.
Both men staggered to stop. Staring with a Glock in his hand was Vinny, his eyes filled with blood. Manny aimed, but he was too late. The tunnels resonated like a tomb.
"They pay you enough to crush anyone looking for a little freedom?" Chad shouted, kneeling over his friend.
After Fido's heart failed, the vet made a house call.
"There is no hope. If you don't intervene, he will suffer."
I cuddled him, as he looked up at me, his brown eyes full of trust. As he felt the needle, his eyes filled with confused betrayal as he died. It was the right decision, but I'll never forgive myself.
Pangea 1/4 continent in 3/4 sea. Survivors eat low on food chain; not high on hog. Mantra: innocent until guilty. Radiation bombed survivors ills remain.
Toxic iceberg toss-up-tip: natural revenge. . World ostrich head in sand. Cesspools-fumes fills penniless pockets to survive. Flotsam foams ashore; mines/yours. No urgency. EPA betrayed by big budget bite.
Wow. That's another powerful one, Miguel. Nicely done. Also, I finally managed to have a go at putting something together for one of the 'Bricks'. It's the prompt from four months ago, about Dreams. But better late than never, I suppose. Haha... 😎 You can find it here: https://chrisjfranklin.substack.com/p/the-dreams
Be Tray Al. Be right. Be white—stay black. Be wild—stay back. Be a force ten fart in a lift shaft. Be the ground floor, baby. Be the rising tide. Be always on your way. Be the end of days. Bequeath your wealth. Be still my beating heart (bee Sting). Be nowhere. Beyond compare. Be loved, beloved. Be serious.
Thanks for joining in Joe!
Margot has no eyebrows to raise.
No top lip dismissively to curl,
Nor cutting words, sarcastically to hurl
amongst faint fake praise.
Her eyes convey it all, her eyes alone.
Margot has no need of more.
And when, again, the promised meat
Did not arrive? Betrayal was complete.
A cat who loathes you and abhors
Your sin for which you never can atone.
Too clever!!! More please. 🙏
I was quietly pleased with it. and you inspired me to have a go at the poetry...so glad you liked it. margot was unimpressed with it.
I imagine betraying you, with a kiss.
A few drinks, kissing, both fooling ourselves.
And then some doomed relationship, which would hurt you.
As I imagine it, imagine the shame I’d feel, imagine losing your friendship, losing your trust, I know that I have the strength not to do this to you.
Unless it’s you who starts it. Not then.
BETRAYAL
I went to Aunt Sylvia in tears.
“You can tell me, honey,” she said.
“Just please don’t tell Mom!”
“I promise.”
I told her what I had done. She offered good advice and a homemade brownie, and sent me on my way feeling lighter and happier.
I was grown and gone before I learned that she told Mom everything, always
Betrayal in a Red Dress
The maid went into the hotel room of the couple having an affair, locked the door, and put on the woman’s red dress.
The maid left the dress unbuttoned so it hung open and exposed her breasts, then took a selfie she sent to her husband.
When she slipped off the dress, she took another selfie she sent her lover.
https://emastonig.substack.com/
@Miguel S. , my 60 mg of betrayal @Miguel S.
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He's sitting by the sea. His gaze is almost absent. His head down, his back hunched, and a tear trickling down every now and then, leaving little holes in the sand. I imagine it's a lost man, someone who lost his way a long time ago. Men who have long since left their dreams behind turn themselves into little tears.
Ouch. That hits hard.
Microdosing - 60mg of Betrayal
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He hated their teary eyes.
A baby cried. Her mother shushed her quickly.
He slotted the bread and the milk through the bars.
An older boy fetched those with his cold hands, passing them around.
He heard his captain. Turning away from the war captives, he resumed his upright stance. He could pay with his life if he got caught.
PROMPT: BETRAYAL
THE ENCHILADAS
He’d been on the run for days, always staying one step ahead of the authorities.
He even managed to visit a Mexican restaurant for lunch, right under their noses.
And he would’ve made it across the border, safely concealed under the backseat of an SUV, had his stomach not betrayed him as the guards were searching the car.
Stupid enchiladas… 😎
JalapeNOOOOO !
Haha! TortillAARRGGHH... 😎
Hahaha! Had the runs on the run.
Haha! It's a very unfortunate way to get caught, for sure... 😎
That was fun!
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it... 😎
INFORMANT
Panting, Chad handed Manny the pistol. "Vinny's a snitch. We gotta get the hell outta here!"
"Every which way, somebody betrays us!" Manny slapped the magazine.
They jolted, clambering down to the basement and into the tunnels.
"Going somewhere, gentlemen?" A voice announced.
Both men staggered to stop. Staring with a Glock in his hand was Vinny, his eyes filled with blood. Manny aimed, but he was too late. The tunnels resonated like a tomb.
"They pay you enough to crush anyone looking for a little freedom?" Chad shouted, kneeling over his friend.
"Plenty." He fired again.
After Fido's heart failed, the vet made a house call.
"There is no hope. If you don't intervene, he will suffer."
I cuddled him, as he looked up at me, his brown eyes full of trust. As he felt the needle, his eyes filled with confused betrayal as he died. It was the right decision, but I'll never forgive myself.
Absolutely heartbreaking. Great job... 😎
Thank you. His name wasn't really Fido, but I still miss him.
I just love this! Birds are the best. Thank you.
Watch Party
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This morning, I tell my eight birds
about the state of democracy,
while they hop from perch to perch,
conducting their own little elections.
.
The conures seem to be running
on a platform of more millet,
while the budgies campaign loudly
for longer swing time.
.
They've mastered something we haven't—
the art of disagreeing
without unfriending each other
on their invisible social media.
.
I still haven't told them about Twitter,
or what we humans have done with their word "tweet."
Some innocence deserves preserving.
Another wonderful poem. You have inspired me to try poetry, if, suddenly, my first lines seem to lend themselves to it.... as they did here
I look forward to reading your work.
my 60mg entry for betrayal was done as a poem 😎
60 mg Betrayal
“I’m bowing out” she text, “this will come as a surprise for you, I’m bowing out. Of this conversation, of this relationship, all of this.”
We were discussing covert racism (4 years ago)
She had accused, I had replied with questions.
Thirteen years as dearest friends who could understand with so few words.
We never spoke again.
Her Betrayal complete.
sorrowful
It was.
Pangea 1/4 continent in 3/4 sea. Survivors eat low on food chain; not high on hog. Mantra: innocent until guilty. Radiation bombed survivors ills remain.
Toxic iceberg toss-up-tip: natural revenge. . World ostrich head in sand. Cesspools-fumes fills penniless pockets to survive. Flotsam foams ashore; mines/yours. No urgency. EPA betrayed by big budget bite.
Wow. That's another powerful one, Miguel. Nicely done. Also, I finally managed to have a go at putting something together for one of the 'Bricks'. It's the prompt from four months ago, about Dreams. But better late than never, I suppose. Haha... 😎 You can find it here: https://chrisjfranklin.substack.com/p/the-dreams