Author: rugby843

Needing a Break

“Get outside, now!” That was the harried mom’s yell. She was trying to feed three month old twins and sitting between them, first a spoon in the boys mouth and then a spoon of mashed potato for the baby girl. Not many mothers can handle two small babies, a five year old and a seven year old, but she is managing. Summer heat and no break in school time, she manages. After the first two times she says “it’s time to go outside” doesn’t get their attention from their tablet games, she occasionally raises her voice.

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Writing Prompts

What remains – I hardly think of my age
I think of it as an imprudent sage
Old time friends still stay in touch
Distance affects us very much
Times new and old we share
Birthdays remembered show we care
Age is only a word.

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W3 Prompt #164: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Taking

Hubristic

Ennobling

Falling

Awkwardly

Legs

Life

Once

Firm

In

Caring

Affectionate

Residence

Undone –

Sanctioned

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Poetics: Triumph and Defeat

kisses felt

the heartbeat quickens

embracing

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skin warming to touch

whispers with such giving words

heated arms entwine

specific glances invite

eyes close in their ecstasy

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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 17, June 17th: Rensaku

As the auctioneer’s gavel came down, all eyes turned to her. It was only natural and not meant as a condemnation…well all except the irate woman in the front row. That woman was the mother of the deceased and quite upset with her daughter-in-law who chose to sell every single piece of her husband’s belongings. There was no consultation with her, the mother-in-law scorned. By my estimation, well deserved!

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Fandango’s Story Starter #205

Wave the flag! Leave your home, your flat, your cabin or cave! Join your local forum and organize a protest!

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Three Things Challenge #MM93

nature needs no vase

her choices of beauty rise

from soil to the sun

red tipped rose defies senses

such radiant elegance

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Everyone was having a good time, but the air was boiling hot

Grandma Perkins cheered on her boy, and stood up until she was not

All the families yelled, “Stop the game!”

And then the on-field ambulance came.

Miss Perkins to the hospital rode

A heart attack is what they were told.

Turned out it was just a heatstroke

The doctor was a helpful old bloke.

The game of the season was held in a while

And Miss Perkins, recovered, and gave all a smile.

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Game, Hot, Until

Pessimistic Pete

You can take your starry, shimmering, solar nights or even sunny sea beaches. I could start my day solo every morning and be perfectly happy without all of the romantic venues offered in brochures so beautiful they make you stay in a dream state of what could be. It’s all surface to me, a steady stream of false advertising, promising you’ll meet the girl of your dreams. It’s only a papier-mâché sample, folks, nothing permanent. Take my advice, stay home.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #429