


declaring war
imperialist
tragic
sadly
leading our country
mysanthropy
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 57, The Hautt, 3/24/26



declaring war
imperialist
tragic
sadly
leading our country
mysanthropy
***
#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 57, The Hautt, 3/24/26

He looked deeply into her eyes, never betraying his surprise. Tony knew his plan was true, because he saw it in those blue, deep blue eyes of hers. Never mind the rest of her, a body perfect and voice that purrs. This, after all was simply a game, set by her, his current flame. All spies think that they’re the one, can get away easily after their fun, and Tony was good, even exceptional, in letting the mark gently fall. Tonight he would end the charade, knowing her love for him would fade, her secrets now that she unveiled.
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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 03/24/2026


Luckily a child of the sixties realm
Farm girl, busy parents at the helm
Then my world extended
Childhood values upended
Seeing, hearing crowds of dissent
Armies of young men hazardly sent
Mind boggled at reasons for war
NO silence now, outrage was required.
***could be written for today
Shhhhhhh…….Quiet, Please!




I think that I shall never know
A unique heirloom tomato
Its taste is spicy, even sweet
A store sold item can’t compete
Gorgeous color variety
Favored in past societies
Rare now and very expensive
Stock’s rarely seen, not extensive
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Poetics Tuesday: Comfort food


Joe did not care for the modern change in gardening. All these ring holders for hoses stretched over holes in the soil, fed by a tank up a man made steep bank for gravity feed looked disgusting. The beast of a tank was an ugly structure and you needed a key fob to get it to open up. Twice Joe had to go to town to replace the fob and those days meant no water for his plants. Every leaf of mace not yet opened completely suffered. Joe took a list of complaints to the agricultural board but was denied permission for dismantling the tank.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #469


Here are this week’s questions:
1. The sun is shining as I type this, so my first question is:
After the cold weather of Winter, what is the first thing you like to do when the sun shines? Go flower/plant shopping
2. Do you tan easily?Absolutely not, I’m a redhead
3. Have you / would you use a nudist beach? OMG NO🙄😃
4. Were you any good at building sand castles? Not a beach person
Gratitude : This week I’m trying to plan a shower for the new mom.
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Share Your World 23rd March 2026

Miss Charlotte Pickle loved to ride
Always a satchel by her side
Lover’s food and drink inside
Saw him, gave a wink of pride
I’m waiting just for you, he cried
—
Charlotte Peeker loved to ride
Kept a shotgun by her side
Raised it for a single shot
Perfect aim, she had not
All around her people died.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick

I do both. I have a one year old great grandchild in June and a new great grandchild in a week! I look back on pictures of the moms or dads as children and it’s difficult thinking, wow time really does fly! I find the future looms these days with doom, but have to concentrate on the positive of new babies. But then I think, what will the world be like when they’re toddlers, or teenagers? Thinking positive only takes your mind so far.
Sunday Poser # 278- Future or the past

Approaching a touchy subject like what we have for our theme today requires planning, empathy, and directness to ensure the conversation is productive rather than confrontational. Difficult conversations matter because there’s usually something meaningful at stake that we deeply care about, and I appreciate everyone showing up for this and I want to listen to what you come up with.
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Drugs have always been a touchy subject in most households. When I was in constant pain, I was taking more advil and hydrocodone than allowed, and I was also on a fentanyl patch that increased over the years from a 15 every three days to 150 every other day. This took fourteen years and didn’t actually work, after two failed back surgeries. Then living in Colorado, the rules changed and I had to visit a pain clinic 45 minutes away and get a triplicate prescription. Sometimes it was not available so I thought pumping up the otc would save me. It didn’t. I was offered marijuana but I wouldn’t take it. I was afraid my grandkids would know or find it – basically I was scared of it. This is only a part of my experience but if you’re in constant pain and cannot get rid of it no matter what you do, you’ll understand. I ran out of the meds, my patch fell off in the shower and it was two weeks before I could get another, so I went into something like cold turkey. I don’t remember it all. This experience makes me empathetic to others in pain. Please remember you can’t always see pain like a cast or bandage. I don’t listen to much music and “drug”songs don’t appeal, but I found this one.
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“Can’t Feel My Face” by The Weeknd is primarily about a intense, destructive addiction to cocaine, masked as a love song. The lyrics use a double entendre, where the “numbing” effects of the drug are compared to the overwhelming, disorienting feeling of being with a captivating, yet dangerous, lover.
Making Informed Choices About Substances Matters

March in line, keep it straight.
The world at war cannot wait.
Young bodies fit and trim.
Ready for battle on someone’s whim.
Mother and fathers sadly know.
As their children grow, a hidden threat now, growing up, to the age some “official”stands to sew a designated future
they can’t escape with a flag, always ready, to drape.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!
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