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The older I get the more I need

A shirt or sweater that has long sleeves

My arms are strong but wrinkled so

When out in public I don’t want them to show

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We all age in different ways

Some my age look fresh as May

Spring has sprung for me I fear

But for these prompts I’ll show you here

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A selfie the Prompt asks us to reveal

Now this is a task I don’t really feel

When observing myself, I can forgive

The lines that indicate I have lived

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So here it is, taken this morning, with my usual smirk. Those white soap spots are on my bathroom mirror–for shame, woman!😳🙄

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/sleeve/

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/05/01/photo-challenge-212/

I often find myself here, in the in between.

I try not to let myself be seen

Here, being undecided, wishy washy

But hard opinions hurt some people awfully

I’d rather be seen as the local dolt

With no opinions to cause a jolt

But try as I might, its hard to do

I’ll just keep my ideas between me and you.

May Writing Prompts

This is from my door to your door:

We celebrated May Day at school making May baskets to put on our neighbors’ doors. I taught my children the same. In early grades we always had a Maypole and would sing and dance around it. Great fun!

https://rugby843.blog

This was his plan all along and we fell for it! : )

I am strong, but weakened

I am burned and my skin bleeds

As ashes float around me

The crows tried to warn me.

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We began in a fire of passion

So quick, the flames too hot

I tried to keep. . .stay.

Are you disappointed I survived?

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You failed our promise

Only the ashes of love remain

You can gloat with your smile

But you can’t destroy me.

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https://rugby843.blog

Wow, that looks like fun!

Well yes, it would be fun, but how do we get up there?

We’ll just ask Joe for a ride! He’s always flying around here on the porch.

Sure he won’t sting us?

Nah!

Great idea!

The two baby worms squiggled over to Joe the wasp to ask if he would accommodate them. Literally sizing up the two newbies on the porch, Joe practically started drooling.

Sure, no problem, boys. Hop on board!

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/04/30/fffaw-challenge-165th/

Being what may be referred to as a curmudgeon in my Canasta Club, and of the age where I think my opinions are paramount, I wish to expand on the hardly creative and impulsive decisions of my stepdaughter’s daughter, Marimba.

Her family, not being impoverished in any way except in education, sometimes cause murmurous conversations when in public. Marimba likes to flaunt herself publicly, often a letdown to older members of the family, namely me. If there ever was a need for stealth, Marimba qualifies. Not suffering from namelessness, the entire neighborhood utters a dejected “sigh” which is ignored by Marimba, when she walks and doesn’t need decryption by anyone. Everyone knows the family, their avant-garde behavior, and when the daughter steps out, they all know what’s coming.

Marimba enjoys the stares, using elision in greeting, “howdy, y’all” to them as she saunters by their stoops. Her hipster jeans revealing a hot pink thong are especially enjoyed by the older gentlemen. Her skin tight braless tee shirts are possibly envied by the older ladies. Her long, bleached badly, blond hair cascades down her back in a flaunting flip. Young men in the neighborhood try to hitchhike alongside her, but Marimba just gives them a slow mischievous smile and rolls on.

The destination for this young woman is the outdoor bar at the marina. Marimba loves her some sailor boys.

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Fiction, of course🙃

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/04/30/wordle-194/

I don’t think much gives orgasmic pleasure, except the “real thing”, which I’m not about to discuss in this forum. I do however know certain songs, music, for one reason or another, invokes great emotion, probably makes me cry, and this is one of them:

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/04/29/sunday-writing-prompt-gasm/

Last day of another favorite challenge, and I want to thank everyone who read my entries even though they were not in order or complete. Today is the last day so here we go:

I have no problem being fluently flippant. I cannot blame it on spasmodic juice, orbiting orangutans, or even being jet lagged and jilted! Actually I wouldn’t mind being jetlagged, it would mean I actually traveled, in a jet!

Friends don’t lie, and a measurement of improbability of them doing so is not small. Even gnarlynarfs, or sucking skeevers have no ability to lie.

Spacing out in shadows doubt is what happened to me five years ago. The application of platinum plutonium didn’t help. Ozone siphoning and other atmospheric disruptions were not the answer I needed.

So, being the bold woman I continue to be, headed down to the “This is…Ceti alpha five” local bar to drown my sorrows. After a few nuka cola axphyixiolas, I was ready to accept my fate. Time blossomed, then shriveled. Whispers of nano nano were heard by the galactic garbled blasters, who are always at the corner table. Other comments I heard from the crowd, such as Jumping jupiter, can’t get stupider made my mood sink further.

I finally stood up to retort, but it went off with a bang and a hiss. I grabbed the nearest glass and threw it right at the corner occupants. Pilfering pandemonium ensued.

Needless to say I’m no longer welcome in that establishment.

A Month Of April Prompts In One Day