For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #182
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machine, flesh, tease, lotion, gimmick, hypnotizing,
lust, chickens, torture, uniform, liquor, brains, trains
And for Poets United poetry prompt: Poetry Pantry #222
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Some Thoughts
Although often compared, the mind is not
a machine. It is flesh, a network of blood
cells and muscle.
Human brains are filled with trains of thought
that tease or torture, hypnotizing the individual
into often wasted hours of contemplation.
Add liquor as a soothing lotion and one may
easily get lost wandering winding paths
between love and lust, or worse.
Only periodically uniform, these thought
gimmicks can turn us into chickens, squawking
our fear about never truly understanding anything.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/12/14
Notes: Really didn’t like these words when I first saw them. They didn’t speak to me, only left a blank space. After sleeping on them, I thought I had caught a bit of a glimmer of something intelligible so started. Got to the third stanza and stalled again. Only words left were gimmick, chickens, and uniform. Where do you go with that? Decided to take a break and took a look at Facebook. This was the first post I encountered. Started laughing, came back and finished.
Have a wonderful day.
Soul's Music 
Like you, I got a huge kick out of the facebook post, which caps your poem off to perfection!
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good one
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Elizabeth, you have a genius for shining light on the impenetrable! I like this one very much.
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My brain’s mostly fat! No protein there! Love the meme at the end!
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“Never truly understanding anything” that just about sums life up.
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well blended…
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I am glad our minds are not machines otherwise those chickens would have slotted in easily (that one gave me trouble too)..thinking is what makes us human..us…hooray for that!
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Chickens, was a challenge. I like what you ended up with!
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Very clever, Elizabeth. I like the way you attack these wordle poems, and I enjoyed hearing how you came up with the last stanza. Sometimes the human brain is nearly incomprehensible.
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Interesting, liquor as a soothing lotion. Nicely done, Elizabeth
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The Internet is a lotion as soothing as liquor, I’ve found, and also an easy way to get lost!
Whirling with Alberto
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we have a angst to understand…and i think there are plenty of things we never need to understand….we do try to temper our thoughts with plenty of distractions….alcohol, whatever keeps us from having to think about some things…
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Clever. I have never seen a computing device having such angst in the face of a human!
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You did a great job with the words. I love how your ending was inspired. I think we really already are insane. Good writing.
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interesting…and that last photo you shared.. made me smile.
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Yes, the brain is not a machine but it need a lot maintenance to keep it running smoothly. And sometimes the oil we use isn’t always the highest grade too. Glad that you were able to get a poem out these words. I know they weren’t easy.
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That second stanza is SO true.
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All are but facts, stated so poetically 🙂 Lovely write.
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Oh you made ,e laugh a bit this morning! I often think maybe I am too!
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Very well done, Elizabeth, with a very difficult set of words.
Pamela ox
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A very good poem.
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Beautifully penned…as the commenter just before me said…a very good poem.
http://whenthepenbleeds.blogspot.ca/2014/10/when-when.html
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I think that truly understand anything can be that struggle that turn us into chickens (or worse)..
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