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George was, well, let’s just say “large”

His private nickname whispered – “barge”

George liked everything he ate

Nothing escaped his large plate

Every meat or fish was pleased

Every bread and every cheese

Every drink of beer or wine

Every egg creme shake, divine

And that’s not all that caused decline

Refused to share claiming, it’s all mine!

Greedy George was his fame

He had no one else to blame

Hardly moving from the table

Was his fate, became unable

However, George was happy there

Continuously eating every fare.

RIP George.

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https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/08/23/decline/

Cool

Liquid

Refreshing

A life saver

Hopefully clear life blood to the user’s eye

https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractioner.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/

Shuffling through the leaves

Stirring autumn scents I love

Vermont October

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-august-22nd-2018-vague-perfume-of-autumn/

I wonder sometimes if I have a voice that is heard, if it resonates with anyone in particular? I don’t think it’s just being low to the ground, older, or my voice. I think it’s that I just don’t have anything important enough to say that would resonate.

FOWC with Fandango — Resonate

Disguised females, sultry women, children at play, scenes of the forest and sea

All are present here. Art in many forms all for the world to see.

Whether the earth is your choice for beauty au natural

There’s also a need and a call

For art in cubes or squiggled paint

Or religious icons of a patron saint

Art is in the eye of the beholder

Appreciated more as one grows older

Graffiti is controversial art that’s new

But so was Dali in twenty-two

Art is loved and hated it’s true

But art carved on streets to view?

Is impressive!

100 Word Wednesday: Week 85

“My grandfather invented the cold air balloon but it never really took off.” – Milton Jones

One-Liner Wednesday – When you read it wrong every time

Fighting for a forever:

August Writing Prompts

Poetry solace

Tears fell as she penned the words

Love’s sorrowful end

(For tanka, add:)

Salty smearing of scribbles

Heart vows not to break again

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 98, “Sad & Write,” #SynonymsOnly

It was promised

I relied on it

One black balloon would do it

I chose an empty space for the transformation

I held the balloon

I waited

I gripped the string tighter

I wanted the dream

I wanted completion

The balloon faded

Along with the dream

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/21/photo-challenge-227/

After a fairly busy weekend, today I am spending the day just “being”. So much goes on in our lives, it’s always recommended to spend a few hours or days recuperating from life. Life is full of stresses of all types, and even worrying about how much stress you have is stressful!

Don’t feel guilty about taking time for yourself, shutting off your notifications, and just be.

FOWC with Fandango — Being