Drifting in darkness
No angels, no music
No fire or brimstone
It’s not what I thought it would be
Hoped for another realm
It’s okay not to have the promise, however,
I didn’t expect the darkness to be kind.
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Missy’s MAD Challenge # 078
Flying by the seat of my pants…really? Taking this literally, it is an airplane pilot using the feel of his body to navigate the plane. Pretty cool but can you imagine? Relying on direction from feeling your backside in the seat…I’ll let that sink in to your own imagination. I probably do many things with this attitude, when I think, of course! I’m in a wheelchair all the time so the seat of my pants is well worn.
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an x marks the spot
a meeting place for lovers
secret intentions
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turquoise blue circles
colors bright escaping pods
dark waters surround
in a wet treasure trove for
collectors gathering stones
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SenHai Saturday #37
Upsetting, letting, getting tears
Cretans beating causing fears
No use to cry
Just let them die
No wonder why
Turn away your eye
Read the news
Trump never ending views
Thugs in crews
Ignore that knock
Hide, don’t talk
They won’t balk
Do they think they’re right
Making a bloody sight
Thugs with might
They’re nothing, nobodies,
Ignore pleas
Celebrate with glee
Intimidation
No causation
Nazi Nation
STOP!
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Noise
Building
Apartment
Neighboring life
Living on the first floor is a problem
Inconsiderate people constant sound
Adults only
Is a rule
Wild kids
Noise
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W3 Prompt #196: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Some mornings nothing does🥴
I live in a small city. I prefer the countryside.
Not many, but Smothers Brothers, Liberace. Neil Diamond the best.
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Get to Know You #75!
Gods’ cloak tendrils float untethered as the holy men weave through the crowd of parishioners. They profer ash blessings to renew the faith of the masses below them. Just the rare sight of the exalted beings spark a wonder of belief.
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Wordle 742
Take a moment the preacher woes
We will mourn this poor soul
Enlarging crowd murmured payers
No one among them no sayer’s
Everyone realized the thoughts
Even children were in sorrow taught
Unimaginable happenings had occurred
Suddenly preacher’s speech was slurred
Bullet silenced his words.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #453 – Mourn
harried, buried, sorrow carried
mind that’s not blind now in a bind
kids rules for schools attacked by ghouls
street meets end with gruesome receipts
fairy fantasy dreams fall short
leaders speed ferry false reports
filming fellows film the bellows
another victim’s plea echos
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*Kyrielle Octo poem – 8 syllables per 8 lines
#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 49, Mental Health, 1/27/26
The Bag Lady 
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