Author: rugby843

Balance?

Consequences

Weigh patriotism

Board of peace always a planned myth

Intent

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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 42: BALANCE is your inspiration.

War torn countries in the distance

Leaders wage it, their insistence

Talking big, threatening words

Mocking peace like mynah birds

Threats hewn and tossed like knives

Never mind our soldier’s lives

Children suffer

With no buffer

While leaders continue to huff and puff

Tossing bombs with intent to crush.

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 A precision airstrike on an Iranian military complex on Saturday hit a neighboring elementary school on Saturday, killing some 165 people, many of them schoolgirls. An NPR review of satellite imagery suggests the school may have been struck due to outdated targeting information.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 7, 2026

The doctor stared at Charlie, the hyena. The veterinarian/scientist was waiting for Charlie’s reaction to a treat of cheesecake for two tasks the hyena had completed. It was a rare occurrence for the mobile veterinary chemist to see such a reaction, but chuckled as Charlie began to dance the jive, showing his appreciation for the treat!

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**this was a corker☺️

Can You Tell A Story In…

1. Coffee maker, because everyone is always happy to see you and grateful to greet you in the morning.☺️
2. My favorite sandwich is at Denny’s restaurant, the Super Bird: turkey breast, Swiss cheese, bacon and tomato, grilled on sourdough bread.😋
3. Hopefully none because it would be ideal to die in my sleep. I’ve watched family members die and I don’t want my family to endure that.

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Get to Know You #80!

For Friday Faithfuls this week we are diving into Egypt, and you can write about the Nile River, or crocodiles, the pyramids and pharaohs, hieroglyphics, mummies and their curses, and since Egyptians worshiped cats, you can give your opinion about whether cats are conspiring to take over the world, or you can write about anything else that you feel fits.

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had my time, ruling

tried my best, parents fooling

now seen at my worst

my observers think they’re cursed

all false prayers seem rehearsed

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dried up, wrinkled here

opened tombs always cause fear

desecration done

no longer I am the one

gravesites should not be undone

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King Tut

offers of choices

are these the roads less traveled

famous poets wrote

I deny the first straight one

seeking secreted venues

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Photo Challenge #204

                                 
“Put your arm around me, you twit!  This is supposed to be a romantic scene, and you’re just standing there like your last knave just died!  I said, put your arm around me, at least try to appear interested!”

Faking attempt at affection, the actor half heartedly drooped his arm over her shoulder.  She was such a bitch and he only had two more nights of this hell with her.  Then he could pursue his dream, playing Hamlet off Broadway.  The only reason he had that opportunity was putting up with this role for a few weeks.  “When I act as Hamlet, people will see me for my true acting ability.” He nudged the actress, almost pushing her into the rail.

“Watch it, you oaf, two more nights and I’ll be done with you, if you live that long.”  She had put up with his overacting, forgetting lines and general awkwardness for six weeks, only two days to go.  Surely her experience and reputation could last a while longer.  She purposely stepped on his foot, hard.  He uttered a protest.

Projecting her voice to the audience, she smiled and spoke with her best English accent, “My lord, surely you jest?”

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/03/19/sunday-photo-fiction-march-19th-2017/

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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — March 6th

Joe adored the boss’s secretary, but had a hard time getting up the courage to ask her out. Many times he visualized asking her and then his confidence would fail. The cafeteria was on the building’s ground floor and surrounded by glass walls, and open to the public. He knew she had lunch there practically every day. Joe thought he might “accidentally” run into her there. His mind knew he could do it, meet her face to face, and strike up a conversation. However his legs seemed to decide they wouldn’t take him there, turning to jelly when near her.

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6 March 2026

walking through the strewn path

crunching leaves, my unintended wrath

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colors bright or even fading

green fronds above remain shading

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stepping through the loud leaves

sustenance the soil receives

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all the brightness may lessen

soon snow will be the dressing

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autumn leaves I do adore

even resting on forest floors

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although, I look forward to the glow

of white soft blankets of drifted snow

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MTB: Two and a Half Rhyme

tiny toes

fitting ballet shoes

this her dream

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lessons tried

failure from teacher

too wild

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imagine

her dance from dreaming

tutu soars

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