No need to dream, for
Dreams are lost
Gone for months
At my great cost –
I need to dream, to escape
To view the world in a better scape
Cynics:
So dreams may help your mind settle
Reality’s still there, always meddle
Just fooling yourself it says with scorn
You can’t hide from a world that’s torn.
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W3 Prompt #167: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Joe didn’t want to go, but friend Mike insisted. “We don’t have anything to celebrate, Mike! I lost my job, almost got a divorce and the country is going nuts! What exactly are we celebrating?”
Mike looked around the room, seeing his wife and children, knowing they’re a reason to be happy. “See this, Joe? Don’t we give you reason? Our country will bounce back. Things only go so far downhill, then upslope. Maybe not this year, but look and know we are lucky. We are out of the fray. Now get in the stinkin’ boat – we’re watching fireworks!”
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11 July 2025
Everyone loves Tweety I must say
And Road Runner?
What can I say?
Brilliant tricksters in cartoons
But at night, shadows on the moon
A raven, of course from a poem by Poe
A murder of crows, always in the know
They sit in rows or stalk you in trees
Crows and ravens do as they please
And a favorite of mine is the magpie
Their wings beauty shown as they fly
Yes they’re big and noisy and mean
At least that’s what people have seen
But their beauty cannot be denied
As they strut in the yard, determined stride
Beauty in ponds are the swans so white
Floating and flying with wings of might
Birds certainly are a love of mine
Hitchcock’s version with me does not align.
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Writing Prompts
Watching Trump changes to do the “little sidestep” reminds me of Charles Durning singing and dancing in the movie, “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”.
One-Liner Wednesday – Like night and day
Tethered
Ideas rote
Spoken till it’s maddening
Old thinking needs to be refreshed
Released
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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 8: RELEASED is your inspiration.
Joe rose from bed, yelled “what the hell?”
Did you put me under some spell?“
His clothes were missing
An asp was hissing
He was dead ‘fore he even fell.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
“Why are you a member of this staff? You don’t even like children!” The young teacher adjusted his stuff on his desk, ignoring the older instructor. “Well?”
With a stiff smile and a wave of his hand, the younger man sat down and started reading. Even though the older man was challenging him, possibly out of jealousy, sometimes no retort is a better choice.
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Three Things Challenge #MM114
Waves
Don’t rest
Craving sand
Sands welcoming
Waves create sand art
With undulating dance
Music never required
While offering meditation
At same time providing energy
Waves don’t rest, craving sand, sands welcoming.
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 20, Synesthesia, 7/8/25
Laying here on display
Suppose we made someone’s day
Fish deserve a time to play
Without being a fishing lure’s prey
Here we lie
With our dead eyes
When we decide to swim
It’s not just a whim
It’s for survival, food
You see the paradox
You encrued
Using us for your own
Meals you feast on to our bones.
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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 07/08/2025
The Bag Lady 
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