#wordofthedaychallenge - Hello Poetry

World War III was a pity nuclear destruction ***** and Gomorrah Babylon the last city World war; IV, V,VI skirmishes nitty-gritty Reduced to rubble, Land no longer pretty Boulders and granite Fire and ash trash An Unrecognizable planet Walk on mounds of broken glass Each day, a little less men strive Those who managed to survive Irreversible travesty’s against God Chanted by men to Stay alive. Souls Reduced to Unspeakable things To eat a human being is not as easy as it seems Humanity in its primitive form Cannibalism The bell tolls for thee” Dinner bell sings What length would you go for your kids? Looking in their hungry eyes first dibs Carnal nature, tender young flesh Hunger, starvation, soulless don’t confess living off the flesh of The belly of the beast “Stab it with your stealing knife But you just can’t **** the beast” Mouth waters, a banquet feast Life on the outside filled with decay Losers never win they just fade away False promised prayers nothing to say One more gory battle fire the last mortar War Ends with One World Order Martial law rioters reject Curfew in affect Government laws suspect, Man fights to the end to defend Freedom life liberty protect BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge March 13, 2025 CURFEW Curfew refers to a law or order that requires people to be indoors after a certain time at night, as well as to the period of time when such an order or law is in effect it can also be used to refer to a time set by a parent or caregiver at which a child has to be back home after going out The Phrase “Never send to know for whom The bell tolls; it for Thee” Originated from John Donnie’s meditation 17 and means we are all connected, and the death of any person, even a stranger, is a loss to all of humanity, as we are all part of the same human experience Ernest Hemingway use the phrase as the title of his novel “For whom the bell tolls” The phrase can be used as a metaphor to emphasize the interconnectedness of Humanity and the importance of caring about the events and people even those far away Inspired song Hotel California by the Eagles

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Mar 13, 2025

Mar 13, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC

cj-sutherland

Cannibalism The Dinner Bell Rings

World War III was a pity nuclear destruction ***** and Gomorrah Babylon the last city World war; IV, V,VI skirmishes nitty-gritty Reduced to rubble, Land no longer pretty Boulders and granite Fire and ash trash An Unrecognizable planet Walk on mounds of broken glass Each day, a little less men strive Those who managed to survive Irreversible travesty’s against God Chanted by men to Stay alive. Souls Reduced to Unspeakable things To eat a human being is not as easy as it seems Humanity in its primitive form Cannibalism The bell tolls for thee” Dinner bell sings What length would you go for your kids? Looking in their hungry eyes first dibs Carnal nature, tender young flesh Hunger, starvation, soulless don’t confess living off the flesh of The belly of the beast “Stab it with your stealing knife But you just can’t **** the beast” Mouth waters, a banquet feast Life on the outside filled with decay Losers never win they just fade away False promised prayers nothing to say One more gory battle fire the last mortar War Ends with One World Order Martial law rioters reject Curfew in affect Government laws suspect, Man fights to the end to defend Freedom life liberty protect BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge March 13, 2025 CURFEW Curfew refers to a law or order that requires people to be indoors after a certain time at night, as well as to the period of time when such an order or law is in effect it can also be used to refer to a time set by a parent or caregiver at which a child has to be back home after going out The Phrase “Never send to know for whom The bell tolls; it for Thee” Originated from John Donnie’s meditation 17 and means we are all connected, and the death of any person, even a stranger, is a loss to all of humanity, as we are all part of the same human experience Ernest Hemingway use the phrase as the title of his novel “For whom the bell tolls” The phrase can be used as a metaphor to emphasize the interconnectedness of Humanity and the importance of caring about the events and people even those far away Inspired song Hotel California by the Eagles

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I fraternize with chicks half my age because I want to get laid and feel young.

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Jun 23, 2020

Jun 23, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC

thomas-w-case

Laid

I fraternize with chicks half my age because I want to get laid and feel young.

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Each dawn, a gift arrives unseen, a syllable, a seed, a sheen. From __Merriam-Webster’s__ careful keep, to __Dictionary.com’s__ bright leap. The __New York Times__ may whisper sly, a word to tilt the reader’s eye. While __Vocabulary Ninja__ strikes, with stealthy terms and sudden spikes. And __Britannica,__ sage and grand, extends its lexiconic hand. But I will not decide alone, your voices shape the daily tone. Select the source, cast votes with care, the one most chosen will be there. So I will rise, each day anew, to shape a poem from what is true: a word, a spark, a fleeting flame, reborn in rhythm, breath, and name. Three hundred sixty-five small rites, inked in mornings, sung in nights. A lexicon becomes my stage, each page a prayer, each hush a page. By year’s end, a woven tome, a dictionary turned to home. For every word, a verse, a song, a daily vow to carry on.

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Dec 16, 2025

Dec 16, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC

Geof_Spavins

The Word-of-the-Day Challenge, 2026

Each dawn, a gift arrives unseen, a syllable, a seed, a sheen. From __Merriam-Webster’s__ careful keep, to __Dictionary.com’s__ bright leap. The __New York Times__ may whisper sly, a word to tilt the reader’s eye. While __Vocabulary Ninja__ strikes, with stealthy terms and sudden spikes. And __Britannica,__ sage and grand, extends its lexiconic hand. But I will not decide alone, your voices shape the daily tone. Select the source, cast votes with care, the one most chosen will be there. So I will rise, each day anew, to shape a poem from what is true: a word, a spark, a fleeting flame, reborn in rhythm, breath, and name. Three hundred sixty-five small rites, inked in mornings, sung in nights. A lexicon becomes my stage, each page a prayer, each hush a page. By year’s end, a woven tome, a dictionary turned to home. For every word, a verse, a song, a daily vow to carry on.

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