Daily News

“It’s four o’clock and time for your late day news bulletin!” Ping pong ping chimes are heard. “Around the world today, in every direction, there seems to be unrelenting chaos! The environment is changing, we’re growing less trees to clean the air, the scales of justice are sadly balanced in a downturn because of prejudice and racism, violence is escalating, and people are being displaced in busses due to their lack of a safe place to live. I don’t want to alarm you, but you should be aware.” The announcer calms his wild hair and brushes off a bit of sweat on his forehead. “Meanwhile in safer upscaled areas, people are calmly playing video games and ignoring the news. That’s all I have for today, folks. Peace out”.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/02/04/lucky-dip-saturday-mix-4-february-2023/

Love Is In Da Blog 4

A Love Song specific to you and your spouse (or significant other, may it be human or in any other form ). Thanks, Di, for this wonderful prompt. Please check out her blog Pensitivity101

Our first dance was to this song – my vested followers know this one☺️

https://the-bee-writes.com/2023/02/04/so-high-doja-cat-adult-content-prompt-for-february-fifth-23-love-is-in-da-blog-2023/

Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

A jangle of metal on a brass ring
All to use for opening
Keys in every shape and size
Antique or new, use to find the prize
As many keys to many locks
Open a door or a secret box
There’s also the most mysterious one
Held at bay for unlucky ones
It’s enclosed beneath the skin
Letting only very few in
We know that special key—
It opens the heart.

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/02/04/weekend-writing-prompt-297-key/

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Ok, I’ve read the posts surrounding squat. 

It seems most have asked, “what?”

Is it a bend where you rip your jeans

Or the home of a person with limited means

I don’t think it’s used by ‘tweens

The whole word is limited it seems.

I remember doing aerobic squat thrusts

Apparently one of the exercise musts

I consider them a torture of sorts

Ok, stop those critical snorts

I used to be in terrific shape

I now cover all with a handy cape.

This word has us in a dither

Making us wonder whither

A rhyme is possible for squat

Guess I’ll just stick with Spot.

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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/02/03/fandangos-flashback-friday-february-3rd/

“I want a Lawyer”

Unusually, a smile in a picture frame bothers me, seeing the insincerity behind it; the secret ambivalent attitude. But this is the political arena and the elected want to appear an optimist, regaling triumphs to their constituents. Of course they always have their lawyer’s number on speed dial.

http://cyranny.com/2023/02/03/unusually-word-of-the-day-challenge/

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/02/03/three-things-challenge-m228/#more-93309. Your final three words for this week are:
PICTURE FRAME SMILE

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/02/03/your-daily-word-prompt-Ambivalent-ydwordprompt-February-3-2023/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/02/03/rdp-friday-optimist/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/02/03/lawyer/

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/02/03/fowc-with-fandango-arena/

5 Word Challenge

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I can be obstinate, actually bound to it by my heritage. I don’t claim to be an expert on anything, well unless you are talking about bladder cancer and I am one on that subject, after eight years of the experience . Perusing the daily grind of harrowing news, this blurb not only takes the cake, but the entire dessert menu!😡

😡😡😡

https://gmgblog.ca/2023/01/30/five-word-weekly-challenge-2305/

Love is In Da Blog 3

A Love Song For Ukraine and all other countries troubled by violence

When I think of war I think of all the young lives destroyed over wars and this sad song:

We starve, look at one another short of breath,
Walking proudly in our winter coats,
Wearing smells from laboratories,
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy,
Listening for the new told lies with supreme visions of
Lonely tunes.
Somewhere, inside something, there is a rush of
Greatness.
Who knows what stands in front of our lives;
I fashion my future on films in space.
Silence tells me secretly everything, everything.

Manchester England, England
Manchester England, England
(Eyes look your last)
Across the Atlantic sea
(Arms, take your last embrace)
And I'm a genius, genius
(And lips, owe you the 'dors)
I believe in god
(Of breath. seal with a righteous kiss)
And I believe that god believes in Claude,
(Seal with a righteous kiss)
That's me. that's me.
(The rest is silence)
That's me.
(The rest is silence)
That's me.
(The rest is silence)

We starve, look at one another short of breath,
Walking proudly in our winter coats,
Wearing smells from laboratories,
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy,
Listening for the new told lies with supreme visions of
Lonely tunes.

Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar,
"life is around you and in you."
Answer for Timothy Leary, deary.

Let the sun shine,
Let the sunshine in,
The sun shine in.

Let the sun shine,
Let the sunshine in,
The sun shine in.

https://the-bee-writes.com/

dVerse Poets

To join us for Thursday’s OpenLinkNight, here’s how to join:

  • Write a poem in your blog.
  • Enter a link directly to your 1 poem and your name by clicking Mr Linky below and remember to check the little box to accept the use/privacy policy.
  • There you will find links to other poets, and more will join during the next 48 hours so check back to read other entries.
  • Read and comment on other poet’s work, we all go here to have our poems read
  • Please link back to dVerse from your site/blog.
  • Comment and participate in our discussion below, if you like.
  • Have fun.

Talking Trash

Jerky joshing juniors jungle

Blatant bitter babble bungle

Trying temporary tactless twitter

Jaundiced jarring jangle jittered

Tacky tidbits tirelessly taken

Sparring sentences suggestively spoken

Waffling wackos wagging woken

Truthful targets tensely twined

Iconic ideals ignorantly inclined

What’s the world coming to?

https://dversepoets.com/2023/02/02/openlinknight-331/