Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

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I never want anything to fizzle
I love cooking steak or burgers that sizzle
Or anything that has a bit of fat
I guess pork chops are included in that
There was a time I catered for groups
But standing so much threw my back for a loop!
I still like to see a finished dish
To serve at my family’s wish.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #420 – Fizzle

W3

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sleepy clouds move slowly on the horizon

sleepy clouds move slowly on the horizon

rain is waiting to drop in their heavy darkness

summer grass and crops enjoy this water bath

umbrellas decorate the streets of town

all creatures hide in the infrequent lightning

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Sorry, but these fifteen suggestions do not have anything to do with my original text. I do not care for them.

W3 Prompt #163: Wea’ve Written Weekly

MLMM – Unrest

Respond to this Friday Faithfuls challenge by writing anything about people who blame others so they can avoid taking responsibility for their own actions or feelings, or about people that feel that their problems are always someone else’s fault, or about people that like to manipulate others and are willing to do everything and anything to avoid taking responsibility for their actions, or if you have ever heard of National Blame Someone Else Day, or you can go with anything else that you think would fit. 

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I agree that certain sycophantic congressmen and women delight in following and promoting lies and actions taken by our new (king, overlord, throne seeker, usurper, world hater, narcissist) and other words that describe our nation’s president at this time. Compare the actions of trump with nazis in the 1930’s. It is scary and could be stopped if our congress people who are supposed to represent the people of their areas. Aren’t the actions and protests telling them all they are sorrowfully wrong? Compare:

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https://mymindmappings.com/

Collecting truths

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Is the sun shining? I am a light collector – if I wake to the sun, I am refreshed. A cloudy, dark morning makes me want to stay in bed.

Word collecting is on my mind as I read blogs and search the web for meanings and hope to use them in some way every day.

Having to admit I’m an emotional garbage collector on some days is true but it’s rare for me. I try to stay even minded but these days in my country, it is difficult.

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #385

Friday Fictioneers

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Busyness stopped is shown on this dusty desk as the outspoken owner and author is under arrest. True enough he spoke the words and received a reprimand, no rewards. Well known books and news outlets speak and report our government representatives are weak. What it takes for change are people who speak the truth and are willing to stand up! Sadly it seems the typewriter will suffer no more finger tapping this summer.

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13 June 2025

dVerse Poets MTB

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Morning sun

Highlights your auburn hair

Streaks of red mixed with gold brown compete

Daring words

Eyes remind of oceans

The blue green of the sea reflected

Golden sand

Your skin shines through with gold

Soft and warm and pleasing textures too

Lovely smile

Unafraid to spread wide

Reactions to simple affections

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MTB: A Lover as second nature

Moonwashed Musings

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our country used to be seemingly safe

where citizens against government stood

while innocent protests held didn’t chafe

and “official” men wore no masks or hoods

this is the state of our country, sadly

even children are suffering actions, badly

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Rhyme Royal: Rhyme Royal is a poetic form that has been used by poets for centuries. It is a seven-line poem with a rhyme scheme of ababbcc. The first six lines are written in iambic pentameter, while the seventh line is usually written in iambic hexameter, also known as Alexandrine.

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Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – June 10, 2025

Moonwashed Musings

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I chose number four, although it is still embarrassing, I think I’m the only one left that remembers it. We had a coal burning furnace in our house and a grate on the floor in the living room. Apparently, because I was a baby and have no memory of it, I carried my bedroom potty container into that room and dumped it on the grate. The worst thing about it was the pastor from church was in that room visiting with us.

😵‍💫😳😱🤯

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