Bloomsday Haiku

From the Irish Sea
A breeze whips around the tower
“Morning Mister Joyce”

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shape shifting 13 challenge # 5

Neither Sticks nor Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words they too may hurt me
Sticks’ loud crack can smart you ears
But words leaves silence deeply

Stones bring bruises blue and black
Words bring but a tear
But bruises soon fade from the fore
While words keep deepest fear

Sticks and stones will ache my bones
When I bathe they drift away
But words can cut into my heart
And down in there they’ll stay

Sticks and stones can kill outright
As the body curls to break
Yet words may work a slower pace
And move your soul to take

Neither sticks nor stones can truly hurt
The strength that lies inside
But words can niggle at its core
Find it where it may hide

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words do greater still
The first may break my body
The next my soul will kill

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Fugees Killing me Softly

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Written for Grammar Ghoul Press’ mutant 750 challenge # 36.