UNIVERSE THREE (part 1)

By the will of the beast,
I bequeath a last feast,
All the words you can eat,
(And the skin on my feet.)

But in universe three,
There’s no rhyming from me,
And the words are relieved,
“‘Cos you twist us, T.T!”
#vss365 #bequest

all night
blurred together
space between us
damp and warm
your chest a wall against my spine
resting, rising
perfectly aligned
calm
when morning light seeps in
to #bequest the dark
I turn inside your grip
slide a palm
against your hip
pull you closer than before
wanting everything and more

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And in this
Broken world
Where the moon
Still rises in splendour,
And badgers burrow
Amongst the
Russet and amber
#Bequest
Of fallen leaves,
Summer's ghost
Finally falls
To slumber,
A faint,
Barely audible
Whisper carried
On the breeze.

#VSS365 #Writing #Poetry

"Grandmother...Might I most humbly request that you #bequest this antique table to me when the time comes?"
"You might. But are you quite, quite sure that you wish to have it? It comes with a quest, you see & I'm not certain if any of you grandchildren are up to the task."
"I am sure I am."

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‘You’re a lawyer, right?’

‘Well, a paralegal.’

‘So, my dad told me that he’s gonna #bequest all his money to my older brother to distribute to my siblings. Unless my brother dies, then it comes to me.’

‘What’s your question?’

‘Who do I call if this happens?’

‘My guess is the coroner.’

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There once was a #Bequest with calm air,
Who settled into a soft chair,
and tucked heirlooms with care,
into waiting hands fair—
"Your tomorrows," she sighed, "I will spare."
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Morning cuppa
Left next' the bed
Aside my still weary head
#Bequest by the tea fairy

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#bequest to me
all of your love
hold nothing back
leave nothing on
deeper and harder
until our souls collide

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#poetry

'Gabe! You can't take my whoopie cushion. It has sentimental value.'
'What piffle, Pixie.'
'It's true. My great-great grandmother made a #bequest of it to me.'
'She's still alive, Pixie. She runs a prank shop in town.'
'Fine... it was actually the first whoopie cushion I used on you.'
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There's lack that I feel at this stone cold address. Empathy is foreign, a language repressed. I am sure there are feelings that you try to stress. No love to #bequest, sorrow came to the test. This time you really let it fall.

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The royal advisor read from the late king’s will. “So that you may have a flawless reign, this is my #bequest to you: the magical Clock of Healing that undoes all your mistakes.

When the new king touched the clock, its hands turned backwards. The queen and the princes blew away like smoke.

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The way a maple tree
Bequests her leaves
To enrich the land beneath -

This is what humans,
In all our intelligence,
Still must learn to be.

#vss365 #bequest

A violent death
Bright starry supernova
Bequests a black hole

#vss365 #Bequest

When Nora’s grandmother passed away, she left the family a #bequest of Dutch recipes. Sadly, most were just creative ways to use boiled potatoes. Van Gogh may have believed all Dutch people were potato eaters, but he never met Bob and Nora, who couldn't stand them.

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His #bequest to me sat upon the old oak bar. A single vodka #martini. He was a twisted old cynic, but at least he had a sense of humor. In the drink clung two fat Spanish olives, huddling in companionship. I had a sip. Best drink I ever had.

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#vss365 #bequest #poetry #History #LitSky #BookSky

#Bequest sounds nice and formal, like it should only be written on parchment with a quill and the blood of a virgin.
Bequeath sounds like something your body does after you eat too much Taco Bell.
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On his deathbed, the Fairy King #bequest me his crown. I did not ask for it. He always hated me. As we gathered in the forest for my coronation I could hear the clipped clatter of sharpened wings from the leaves around me. My first and final request was to name his son the heir to my throne.
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