Polarised

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Her intellect on show was luminous

And her breadth of knowledge quite voluminous

And yet when she rose to on politics speak

The anger of her audience began to peak


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Conference

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Gathered for a solemn meeting

Matters of import to be treating

Opinions and causes a spectrum wide

A course of action to decide

Some from the heart let emotions flair

And others move with caution and deliberate care

And while at times heated whether left or right

In the end – democratic – they will unite


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Demanding Change

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The petition had received the requisite number of signatures, and it was now on the agenda for the next Council meeting.   It had been a long road, but the movement’s supporters were sure that this time the political wanna-bees of the town would start to understand that they were not the all-knowing sovereign power they thought they were.  Yes, this was going to be true democracy at work.  The people demanded change, and the Council better give it to them.  After all, who waits until Friday for bin collection anyway?  The weekend rubbish just has to go sooner!


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Weekend Writing Prompt #217 – Requisite in 98 words

The Debate

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It was the most acrimonious meeting of the Neighbourhood Association that anyone could remember. It was even worse that the one where the “foreign” family broke protocol and used cooking ingredients not on the “approved list,” for the annual Founder’s Day picnic.

“It breaks with tradition, and we all know how important tradition is,” Margery Cooke said authoritatively as others nodded in agreement.

“But times are changing,” Mable Hunt retorted, to applause of as few of the more progressive members.

“Well that might be all well and good over in Highland Park, but it won’t wash here in Pleasant Acres,” Margery countered.

In the end there was a very tense vote, and with the breaking of tradition the motion passed by the margin of three votes. Times were indeed changing in Pleasant Acres and the hanging baskets on Main Street were going to feature purple rather than red petunias this year. It was quite the coup.


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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #120

Democracy

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Seemingly past its prime, its steps well worn

Giving the appearance sad – forlorn

But democracy’s not dead – not quite yet

Though its recent path has left some regret

But we who believe in higher things

Trust in a public voice

Above tyrants or kings

So while its been battered

And some questioned its repute

The will of the people

Shall not be mute


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Fallen

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Majestic once, you towered high

Reaching arrogantly to the sky

But your vanity proved a lie

For you in the wind tumbled

And you now rot where you lie

There are those that greatness claim

If they don’t see this lesson

They have only themselves to blame


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