Living Poetry
pride
voices
you’re locked in
rainbow colors
wearing your pride coat
explaining your choice now
feelings no longer quiet
tell the world who you really are
courage to find your voice and your heart
“Pride voices, your locked in rainbow colors”
(Dectina Refrain)
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Joe finished dressing and admired himself in the bedroom mirror. He had worked hard at the afterschool job to buy this coat. He felt pride in his choice. Running down the stairs to grab an apple for breakfast, Joe was suddenly halted by his mother’s voice. “Joe! What are you wearing?”
“I bought it myself” he explained. “Isn’t it great?” Joe turned around so his mom could see the entire wording printed on the back of the jacket.
“Well, no. You can’t wear that, and especially to school! You’ll be ostracized!”
“What does that mean? But, yes, I’m going to wear it. I’ve been saving up to finally buy it!”
“I said no!” Joe started to leave and opened the door. His mother continued, “if I have to lock you in your room, I will! Now take that off!” Joe turned and gave his mom a woeful look.
“You can try, but I won’t go. Aren’t you the one telling us kids to express ourselves, stand up to bullies, look out for each other? Well this is me taking a stand!”
Joe’s mother stopped and thought about what he said. Of course he was right. Joe left for school after his mom hesitantly gave him a quick hug.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Coat, Explain, Lock
MLMM Wordle
The struggles of the older are spelled out in books, memoirs and songs. Elders’ hands, wrinkled and worn, have the touch lessened but the mind still tells the wisdom of their years. Some names or dates may be forgotten, but the heart holds the most important memories. Over a good cup of coffee or tea, you may be privileged to hear the dreams of these generations.
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SYW 2-16-26
As always an optional gratitude section is included at the end.
Here are this week’s questions:
1. Do you prefer a duvet on the bed or sheets and blankets? I have two blankets only.
2. What is your favourite pizza topping? Everything except anchovies🤢
3. What topping do you like on ice cream (sweet sauce, chocolate, sprinkles, fruit etc). Hot fudge is a favorite but fruit is yummy!
4. Do you like to wear a hat? Nope, but I’m going to get one of the red knit “Melt Ice” hats to wear.
Gratitude: I am grateful my granddaughter has a new companion since Syd passed away at over a hundred years old -dog years.
Share Your World 16th February
Limerick Time
Knowing he was just a bit dim
Susan could not stop loving him
His eyes so blue
His heart so true
Adorable, her lover Tim.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
The Sunday Whirl
Apparently the vault of human beasts opened and tides of smoke and debris started to slather innocent victims. The flood of armed men creeped down the salty crusted edges of the shore. One of the soldiers tilted to the side picking up an old broken shark jaw. He thought it was a weapon, shining from a silver glint in the moonlight. I stopped my needles, faulted a stitch on the red hat I was knitting listening to helpless voices, my defiant knitting act resumed.
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Song Lyric Sunday
I choose this song because when I first heard it I could not get it out of my head. Today I think this equates to many of the displaced people taken by ICE.
Subvocalization
Sunday Poser
I think this community is a unique interaction with as you say, people all over the world. Maybe some politicians should try it! See, that last sentence may upset some people, thinking, can’t she just write something palatable without the P? I try, but unlike my efforts in 2016 when I started this blog for entirely different reasons, I now feel emboldened to say what I think.
And of course we don’t all agree but what fun it is for me to sit and write. My poems are usually like my stories, off the cuff. I’m sure part of that is because I no longer have many conversations with others since I moved and everyone around me took jobs and time is short. The result is, I bare my soul here and enjoy reading the ideas from other bloggers. Might not say evolve but hopefully improve?😄
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Sunday Poser # 273- Growing as a writer/ blogger
Six Sentence Story
The old witch’s hands grew tired. It had been a while since she had to use them this way. Most of the time her wand did the dirty work. She dropped the rat skull into the bowl and picked up the heavy pestle. Her fingers complained as she ground the small bones to a powder. She sighed as the preparation for the “spell of youth” process began.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!
Valentine Vow
The playful pirate decided to declare his love in a special public place, the Skull and Bones Pub. His fiancé was less than impressed by his choice of venue, but decided her sweetheart was trying to do his best. He stood atop the bar and spilled a cup of sugar around pronouncing he was soon to be wed to a “woman sweeter than this sugar”. At least that’s what his efforts produced, and she, though embarrassed, decided he was the loveliest man in the room.
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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/02/14/three-things-challenge-mm335/ special sweetheart sugar
Lovliest
RDP SATURDAY: PLAYFUL
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/
FOWC With Fandango — Pirate
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