Frenzied

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I suppose we oldsters are to be envied

Not herding children that are frenzied

Christmas and all the rush

Everyone thinking that they must

Do all they think is required

All the actions get mired

Into one big holiday frenzy

Not anything I envy

But there is that nostalgia thing

Where school choirs did sing

Plays and performances cute

I do miss them, no dispute

It’s just not the same without them

I better quit before I’m glum

I still love Christmas to come

Shopping can make me go numb

But all in all I love these days

Observing is now my way.

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Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Frenzied

dVerse Poets Poetics

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Oh there he goes again, thinking he won’t change

I have tried to tell him you have to go with the main

Ever since the year 3000

When everything changed

The human body that he was

No longer remains.

I know it was hard to accept

But what am I to do?

I’m just his constant companion

To ease him through

I can’t help it if I am metal

I can’t help it if I am cold

I can’t help it if he hates it

That he is getting old

His body needs to adapt

Into a form like me

He’s resisting every minute

I can’t blame him, really

The old days when humans walked the Earth at will

Those are gone, and now we robots will be forever—still

It does seem heartbreaking at times

You know, I do have feelings some

But all of these future advantages

Will soon become

The norm for you humans

You just have to accept

That human bodies

Are basically inept.

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Poetics: Diving into the genre of Sci-Fi Poetry

The Writer’s Workshop

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I chose number 5😳

I have a bad habit of speaking out, possibly blurting out the first thought of my mind. And of course I do have a temper. Case in point – I was in the lobby sitting at the table when another resident decided that I and my two friends did not belong. Truth be told we did not belong, however, we did not know that at the time. Suddenly this woman stood up in front of her four family guests and yelled at us to get out, we did not belong. She waived her fingers like we were vermin and said, I reserved this whole area, so I would not have to listen to your big, fat mouth pointing to my friend across the table from me. To say the least I was shocked. And I like my friend and our other friend, were playing cards quietly and not disturbing. Our other friend was an 83 year old woman . who was leaving the next day for an assisted living place. Since I was shocked, I yelled back at her. (You do not have the right to speak to anyone like that.) My friend, who was the subject of the attack looked at me, lowered her head and muttered, no, don’t say anything. Since this episode, I have gotten dirty looks from this woman, didn’t even know her name at the time. I am avoiding her and her scalding mouth as much as possible. So this is life in an apartment complex for people 55 and over. So if you live in your own home, appreciate it and enjoy yourself.

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Fandango’s Story Starter

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

On his way back from the restroom, Vernon regrettably opened the wrong door. So this is where they’ve been keeping it!  I knew there was something weird somewhere in the office but right here, no locks? Then he was surprised to see Mary, his coworker working on it. “What’s going on in here?” he asked.

“What? What are you doing in here? This is supposed to be a secret!”

“What secret, what are you doing?”

Mary quickly stepped in front of the box. “You’re not supposed to be in here”, she said.  Try as she might she could not completely hide the surprise. Mary and the rest of the office were making a new desktop to replace the ancient one Vernon used every day.  His birthday was coming up and everyone chipped in.  Vernon suddenly realized what it was, apologized and left the room, but he couldn’t help that big smile on his face.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #177

The Sunday Whirl

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The figure of a woman is dressed in frayed tattered clothes, her belongings all tethered to her body as she walks down the sidewalk. She passes by a small restaurant, decorated by a flower garden near the door, and can’t help but hunger for the foods she smells. Until the spirits decide this phase of her history will pass, she will salvage another year of wandering, and her stories will be just this—existing, surviving, dreaming of a better life she hopes comes soon.

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https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/89850/posts/5466847382

MLMM Wordle

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First let me say a great big thank you to Di for providing this prompt for a year now…Happy Anniversary! I love participating in this prompt! Thanks!

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“Remember, you can’t cheat! You must join in. This is pretend you are a toy and think what you could be doing as that toy. The teacher anticipated a quick spurt of activity as she tried to push their imagination. One child started jumping up and down with a big grin on his face, saying, “I’m a spring!” Then others copied him and it became a trend of jumpers. A quiet little girl was hiding under her desk pretending she was a cat licking her paws. The principal stopped by the classroom and then just said, “carry on”, shaking his head.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #400