Tired of all sugarless hacks

Wanting a real sugary snack

Joe raided the fridge

Not even a smidge

Of sweetness he didn’t find Jack!

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Monday Poetry Prompt: Frost

POSTED BY BARTHOLOMEW BARKER ⋅ NOVEMBER 10, 2025 ⋅ 3 COMMENTSFILED UNDER FROST, POETRY PROMPT

Tonight, those of us in North Carolina, USA, are likely to get our first frost of the season and it won’t be just a frost but a hard freeze. So let’s welcome the cold this week by writing a frost poem. Winter’s coming but you still have time to post your poem in the comments below.

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freezing wind

snowflakes gathering

ice formed branch

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Frost

The thrum and echo of laughter never late to his mind as he stepped up to speak. To think he had embarrassed himself previously, to a mass of constituents the week before came to the front of his memory to hold him responsible to be better informed this day. As he perused the crowd before him, the mix of fear and trepidation was always at the ready. He held onto the podium to steady himself and then began to speak. To his own amazement, his voice was calm and his facts were true. The crowd quieted, listening carefully, his reward.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #450

Here are this week’s questions (not an egg in sight this week):

1.  If you were a colour, what would you choose to be? Green
2.  What one piece of advice would you give your younger self? Be yourself
3.   What was the best piece of advice you were ever given? Listen
4.   If you needed advice on a matter, who would you ask (friend, family, professional etc) Family

Gratitude: I am grateful that my family is safe and healthy.

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Share Your World 10th November

Trump’s conceit hopefully will be his pride before the fall.

Three Things Challenge #MM239

Poem form:Haiku 3,5,3 syllables

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Poem form: Ambahan – Philippines. 7 syllables per line, no restrictions

What do you see # 314- 10 November 2025

“Look at that clock, it’s turning so fast, it actually creaks!” Everyone turned and saw no change in the minutes or hour. The second hand moved slowly as always. Joe stood rooted in one spot, his eyes glued to the clock. Suddenly the years displayed on the bottom of the wooden timepiece started to stir. No one but Joe acknowledged this. Then Joe’s voice started to echo through the room, but still everyone seemed oblivious. “Before this slips into another year going by, I think the loop will be stopped if you all just look at it!” It was then Joe heard footsteps behind him and everyone started laughing. Another successful New Year’s Eve prank on Joe.

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Wordle 731

Cozy

Coffee in hand

Warmth soothing, comfort felt

Or needing a boost, causing smiles

Tranquil

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American Cinquain, 2,4,6,8,2. 5 lines unrhymed

W3 Prompt #184: Wea’ve Written Weekly

solitude

quiet snowscape rests

dreaming land

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bright sunset reveals

dunes of sand stretching nearer

snow competing

both natural scenes’ beauty

striving for photographers

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SenHai Saturday #25

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