Short stories are everywhere.
Post-it note found in a Hostel in Germany.

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Welcome! I am a poet and self-pub author from australia.

I have published 5 pocket editions of classic poetry works (so far!) and always carry at least one when I travel.

I also write science fiction, and have recently published a children's book with a tale in verse.

All book links here: https://linktr.ee/jbestbooks

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@tanweerdar

Excitedly, I sit to write,
Though, much like times before,
I stare at pages, mark the date
Then manage nothing more.

I prep my thoughts and squeeze my brain,
Collecting not a drop.
I breathe and focus through the strain
Of voice which tells me, “Stop!”

A starting point is what I need,
A Masto-prompt, perhaps?
I’m sure today’s an easy word
That wont cause my collapse.

It’s ‘dapple’, not so easy, then,
As nothing rhymes with that.
If poetry flows from this pen
I’ll surely eat my hat!

And anyway, what does it mean?
For life, I am unsure.
You try your hand at many things
you haven't tried before?

That’s dabble! Silly me, I say-
But what else could it be?
When people dress in suit and tie
And gesture, ‘look at me’?

That’s dapper! Oh, for Heaven’s sake,
I’m hardly worth a dime.
If I know not its meaning, then
How shall I make it rhyme?

Defeat declared; I free a sigh
And kick back with an apple.
My God, that’s it! I did it, see?
I found a rhyme for dapple!

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Good day, internet.
Any suggestions for the name of the bar, in a kids book I'm working on?

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searching for dynamite

Distillery of words,
Pierces cloud with shrub and rock.
Thin air, unending stare,
Towers over city square,
Infinite against the clock.

Each step a trespass-
A risk for perfect rhyme.
A search, of sorts,
Of forest and thoughts,
Which thicken as I climb.

The cold, and sweat, and rain endured
Remind me that I live.
With body bent
And daylight spent,
I still have more to give.

Ascend and breathe and think aloud,
And lean from tallest tree-
Inhale the pages
While speak, do the ages,
And lightning strikes at thee.

Returning, as the darkness falls
And weary, sit to write.
The closing day, with me does stay,
Yet nothing do I have to say
Of views or mountain's height.

Did I not learn upon my hike?
Did I, perhaps, just fail to see
What others claim the Alpine air
And contemplative wildlife stare
Permits with crisp identity.

I found, without great celebration,
The thing that often shines so clear:
intentions, good or bad, mean naught,
As always comes recurring thought;
I simply need a beer.

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