Author: rugby843

I chose number three

It still resonates with me

A funny little childhood routine

I remember as fondness, not to demean

I wrote a story about this time

Meaning it comically but not in rhyme

Published on my post

Then received a response, darker than most

Was from my sister I thought fine

Ended up blocking her after a time

She said in public here

That’s not what happened, not funny, but fear

She remembered somehow, totally untrue

But went on to describe what she thought she knew

I was embarrassed for my followers to think

My childhood stories false, which I had inked

This went on till her perspective

Was caused by some *mental defective

As stories she vented were not true

I ended up blocking her from my blog view.

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*diagnosed shortly after

Reena , I’m not sure if this is what the prompt required

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #414

Just a reminder you can put this one number in your phone and reach all your congress members. (202) 224-3121
You will just get a voicemail box but they do track it all. The limit is like 40 seconds so it literally cannot take too long and it does feel a little tiny bit better to have taken a single action.
The DHS budget is national so this is worth doing in whatever state you live in. Besides, they will, unchecked, soon be everywhere. Was “ICE occupies Minneapolis (Minneapolis!!!)” on your bingo card this year? Mine either.

***Don Wood

https://rugby843.blog

I entered the room, saw him there

Uniform neatly pressed

Smitten

Those big brown eyes, short dark brown hair

Certainly was obsessed

Bitten

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History of the love first sight

Hearts askew with newness

Romance

One look attraction has its might

After that, it’s trueness

Life’s dance

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W3 Prompt #195: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Ego

Mirrors reflect

Right or left brain working

What you are, will be determined

Intel

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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 36: EGO is your inspiration.

I hate to admit it, but the first thought the word shapes popped into my mind was bodies. Ever since I was told my 155 pound body was too big, I tried to fight to get down to my high school weight of 120. I was always the skinny kid and entered high school at 80 pounds. Then I grew up and out and ended up at 120, normal weight for my skeleton. Then pressure to get back down to 125 was a goal after three babies under five, accomplished with a 300 calorie a day strict diet, ketones in urine check at a facility every day, etc. At that time people observed my body saying I was too thin. The fight was never ending. The extreme weight loss accomplished with that diet, walking three to five miles every day after always standing at my job from 6:30 to 3:30, aerobics, yoga, etc. My point here is that body shape is not just what you eat, exercise, etc but inheritance also. I have the duplicate shape of my mother. Maybe AI really is the answer. A perfect body shape no longer required.

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Writing Prompts

Harry, the smallest boy in the group

Wouldn’t eat anything but soup

One night they offered a dish

It looked alive, an edible fish

The fish lay there, head to tail

Looking at it made Harry go pale.

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*I had never seen a whole fish on a platter til a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco. It was huge, about two feet long and looked scary. I still get the chills thinking of it.😀

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

Susan walked down this street many times, looked into the shop windows, talked with familiar shoppers, and today just got a weird feeling. The always bustling alley was empty. The shop window showed no one inside. She looked around, turned and looked again. She was alone. A chill took over her chest, her hands started to shake. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe well. Susan needed help, but there’s no one…

Susan collapsed onto the stone walk. A shop owner rushes to her but it’s seeming too late, she’s gasping for breath. Why did this happen he wonders. She looks perfectly healthy as always. He gets out his cell and dials 911. Susan was brought back to the real world by the paramedics. She sat on the gurney ready for the ambulance and wondered where she was. The crowd that surrounded her looked unfamiliar, as did her rescuer. What had happened? The street looked crowded now. She started to say something but lost her breath again. The paramedics revived her again, and once more before the hospital. What is happening to me, she wondered, now afraid to even think of it.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #070

One-Liner Wednesday & #JusJoJan26 the 21st – Truer words

I said please surprise me, but you know how much I love that outfit with the blue front. The flower pattern of rosebud twins is quite appropriate for the day, don’t you think? Of course the choice is yours, that’s fine, but I prefer our announcement to be subtle. Do you think only the twin rose buds intertwined would work, since they already know we are pregnant? She just smiled and said okay.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #460

Offering an ode to red vines

A candy I find that’s sublime

Chewy strings are mostly red

A sweet treat that may have been said

To be a soothing temperance

Frustration gone chewing dance.

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Now others may see this sweet treat

Too much a threat for children’s teeth

But they may be temper prone

The chewability is known

For solace in that circumstance

Performing a tantrum stance

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**The form, 8,8,7,8,8,7, follows “To an Intra-mural Rat” poem pattern.

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 48, Marianne Moore, 12/30/2025