The Bag Lady

maybe heritage

maybe fate

made a man with such hate

whoever thought he’d rise so far

blind followers pushed him there

wondering if they’re sorry now

wondering if they knew how

dangerous he could be

his heritage from across the sea

wondering if he’ll ever see

he hates others just like he

heritage is an old word sometimes sad

living, denying, hiding what “they” had

though heritage still exists

as your life on some government list

farewell heritage.

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Free verse

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 82, Celebrating Heritage! – 9/15/26

He promised a fun time, but this odd hot dog looking lunch item was not cutting it. Why would he do something ridiculous like this on a first date? And a hot dog? She started laughing and couldn’t stop. Not for the reasons he was thinking, that she thought it was funny or appreciated his joke offering, but because of all the times she had looked at him admirably, longing to date him. She imagined a nice walk in the park or maybe a lovely restaurant with good food, even a movie, but this? She got up and walked off.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 09/15/2026

Agreed, Linda! On email too, as responses, can’t get rid of it😡

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“Predictive text ruins my sentences, and AI is just that, but with a god complex.”

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One-Liner Wednesday – Facts few and far between

Fandango’s Story Starter #264

With a stern stream of reprimands, the boy walked in front of his mom in the street. “I told you…”.

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Three Things Challenge #MM549

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #104

Gertrude Stein’s “a rose is a rose is a rose”…remember that? It is from a 1913 poem named “Sacred Emily”, to me a rather strange long poem, but I am not GS! I know as a child we read many books and certain poem lines stick with you. However I believe the line is true, I see a beautiful rose and appreciate its beauty and scent. The term rosy as in rosy cheeks is definitely an interpretation I love. Rose colored glasses seems to me to be a sad meaning. What do you think?

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Writing Prompts

It seemed like someone in the world would speak a word that shows he cares. He felt the firm arm’s wound, a spiral slash that would end up an interesting scar at least. Was his vice worth the pain? Here, now, he had second thoughts, but the word of his bravery was already the topic of conversation among his peers. It was too late now.

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Wordle 774

The child ran to a sometimes safe haven, under his bed. It wouldn’t be able to protect him for long because they would keep searching until the anger and frustration would cost him for trying to keep in safety. Maybe their drunken state would render them in solitude. Why the judge ignored his pleas and disbelieved his words, he didn’t know. It seemed he no longer cared for children’s states of living.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #494

spiky fronds

from rough brown-black bark

beachy bold

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palm tree leaves

victory and peace

life symbols

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SenHai Saturday #69