First thing I thought of:
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/02/18/daily-word-prompt-15-rain/
First thing I thought of:
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/02/18/daily-word-prompt-15-rain/
When my grandson visits
He gets the fidgets
While watching a movie
Or even eating.
He is restless I see
He’d rather play with me.
I’m talking cards or games
Both of them tame
His squirming in a chair
And to be fair
I like playing with him
Adjusting to whims
He sometimes cheats
In cards to defeat
His old grandma.
So I don’t let him shuffle
Since he engaged a scuffle
And says, “52 pickup”.
Without a hiccup
He throws the cards.
Since I put up my guard
I’m now more aware
If he wants to play cards
His shuffling is barred.
Kisses like a tangerine.
Tender, sweet, soft,
Not overly juicy.

Song written by Nile Rodgers and Bernard Edwards
“We are family, I got all my sisters with me, we are family, get up everybody and sing”.
The song came loud over the speakers, and slowly everyone started to sing along. Many of the concert goers started waving their arms as the music grew louder. This is the stuff of concerts.
Everyone in the same groove, swaying, rocking together. It’s a time to let yourself just relax, feel the music and join with the ones around you. It’s a time for feeling at one with the surrounding people. Music can unite you in a way so many other things cannot.
One of the things that makes cold less dire
Is having cut wood for a fire
If keeping warm is an absolute must
You need a good axe you can trust
A good set in handle , no junk
A wedge for splitting the big hunk
Grabbing the kindling you might get a splinter
Just one of the hazards to stay warm in the winter.
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/02/16/daily-word-prompt-13-winter/
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.
The whiteness grows
Sun on it glows
Everyone knows
I’m speaking of snow.
Drifting so high
You’ll miss seeing the sky
If you’re a squirrel
Or a small kestrel
Looking for food
In the white snood
Is a difficult chore
When it snows even more.
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/02/15/daily-word-prompt-12-snow/

She did it again, baked my favorite cake. Oh my, just look at that deep, dark, delicious piece of five million calories. And that’s not even counting the lucious, buttery, creamy chocolate frosting! Even just a photo of it makes my mouth water. It’s so beautiful, just sitting there, luring me in to grab it and devour it quick, before anyone sees me. But then, I can’t. This delight can only be tasted slowly, savoring every nuance of flavor for the short time it’s in my mouth. I have to be cautious because this fudgy fate disappears all too quickly.
https://bikugurl2016.wordpress.com/100-Word-Wednesday/Week-6
I’ve been fiddling around
Complaining of the sounds
That come from upstairs
But now they’re aware
And being quiet
No vacuuming riot
Just the ordinary noises
Of which we have no choices.
To accept the daily activity
That is my proclivity.
Looking out today
The fog is covering it all
Shall we hide ourselves
Think that would change anything
Better to seek the sunshine.
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Challenge #21 – “Fog & Change”
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