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Prophet

A thousand bees never settling down, buzzed within his head. Their confused drone, into a ruffled rumble grew, lengthening into frenzied drumbeats, taking the might of roaring waves or gaining the momentum of a plane, prior to take off. Mind lacking coordination limbs receiving discordant commands, He suddenly hurtled into the streets, stepping out from regimented norms and breaking loose the tether of reason, never walking, never running but scuttling from side to side like a piece of driftwood over the current. Hearing the cawing of a crow suddenly, he into a prophet grew. stood with arms outstretched, waiting for the crumb of bread to be dropped in the manner Elijah was fed by the raven in his lonesome cave. Seeing the audience swelling bigger he was enthused, greatly cheered. The riff- raff and the scraps swarmed around to see the show. Mounting the steps to the pulpit, in unfaltering voice and with fire in his words, to the congregation, surveying him with fun and sneer, he thundered……… “The Doom’s Day is near” With finality in his tone, he said- “Repent and flee from the wrath to come. The tree that doesn’t bring forth, good fruits shall be hewn down, and cast into eternal fire.” The transition was quite easy. He scurried from Elijah to John the Baptist and from John the Baptist to Elijah oscillating between sense and non-sense. __________________________ March. 28.2023 ~ Placed Second~ Writing Challenge, ‘P’ Words Sponsor – Constance La France
In my school days, I used to see him very often in junctions and bus stops. He was unshaven and ragged in appearance, but in his eyes, there was a kind of fire and he paced about restless east to west and west to east as if he had an urgent mission to accomplish. His words still ring in my ears. My heart goes out to those whom we call lunatics!

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Date: 4/3/2023 4:27:00 AM
Valsa, wonderful writing and thank you for sharing your poem with us in my Writing Challenge congratulations !
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Valsa George
Date: 4/3/2023 5:34:00 AM
Thank you so much dear Constance for the opportunity given.
Date: 3/30/2023 10:01:00 AM
- Back with a congratulations, Valsa :) - hugs
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Date: 3/29/2023 10:03:00 PM
The so-called lunatics are made owing to the outlooks of the world. True prophesy is considered lunacy by the ways of the world. It a beautiful writing with a strong character illustrated in detail. Congratulations!
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Date: 3/29/2023 2:29:00 PM
Congratulations on your win. A beautiful/amazing write. Love It. Your pen was working overtime on this one. Have a blessed day writing away....................
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Date: 3/29/2023 2:22:00 PM
A powerful poem about those we've forgotten or overlooked. I've seen several like him, now that many emotionally disturbed live on the street. People laugh. We should cry at the lack of kindness. Thank you for writing this, dear Valsa.
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Date: 3/29/2023 12:11:00 PM
Congratulations Valsa. I do apologise, I read your poem for the first time today. It is amazing. such a wonderful story .So beautifully told.
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Date: 3/29/2023 11:22:00 AM
I'm back to say congratulations, but actually just to say I don't think you write simple poems. I think you express your heart and emit beauty - honest!
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Date: 3/28/2023 10:12:00 AM
My great grandmother once said to my gran who recited this to my mom when she was of adult age '' I MOVE FROM PLACE TO PLACE WITH A CANDLE IN A HOLDER AND LOOK PEOPLE IN THE EYES WITH MY FLAME YET A HUMAN BEING I HAVE NOT YET FOUND" TRANSLATED FROM GREEK - MY ENGLISH GRANDMOTHER USED TO SAY THERE ARE MORE OUT THAN IN AND THEY ARE THE ONES WHO SPEAK THE TRUTH. Profound write my friend. Hugs love Jennifer.
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Date: 3/28/2023 9:03:00 AM
Great to see you back hope your trip went great, love your poem. Great encouragement to love and support all, God can use anyone to serve His purpose: ). How many would reject,laugh and mock Jesus in these times,
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Date: 3/28/2023 6:12:00 AM
I see him alive through your stunning description. You gave that prophet a stage for his performance and I hear him. Best to you, Valsa.
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Date: 3/28/2023 3:07:00 AM
- Beautiful writing, Valsa - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs
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Date: 3/28/2023 2:10:00 AM
Oh Valsa, the beauty in your words and then your personal account at the end touches me deeply. This poem demonstrates absolute expertise in poetry and you could without a shadow of a doubt earn a living from writing (note I do not say this lightly). I feel all the emotions you convey and my heart breaks when I read poetry that mocks or fails to try to understand affliction. I am honoured to read your poetry which should not be hidden. You are a light in this world and I hope you know it.
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Valsa George
Date: 3/28/2023 9:20:00 AM
It has been a busy day for me. But reading your comment, I cannot but respond. I feel awed by your words of praise, rather embarrassed. Very rarely I can write a poem of this depth. Unlike your poems, mine are too simple. I know it so well. Still when I get such praise, my heart fills with a sense of pride. Thank you sweet friend for your generous words of encouragement making me dizzy with your encomium!
Date: 3/28/2023 1:55:00 AM
Oh yeah! Seen them around, they seem to make more sense than us, Valsa:)
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Date: 3/28/2023 12:08:00 AM
Blessed. God bless you my friend. Love, Gina
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