I’m a lucky one, I’m on top
Of course I had days that flopped
And days I felt under the gun
But all in all I’m a lucky one.
Free to be here, writing my thoughts
Have shelter and food in the pot
So you may be underwhelmed
When reading anything I’ve penned🙄
Emojis probably not used under rules
But seem appropriate when I use
Them.🥴🤓
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 9, 2024
Respond to this Friday Faithfuls challenge by writing about what you feel is normal, typical, appropriate, or acceptable, or if you always try to be normal so that you can fit in with the crowd, or if you think it is good to be yourself and follow your own path.
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I never thought of myself as normal. I didn’t fit in—too shy, too skinny, too harbored by my parents, and then I was married, had children and thought okay, normal. I tried to be a better than normal wife and mother.
And all these years later I’m trying to be a new version of normal. Having this blog, writing anything I want, no matter how weird it may seem to others is my new normal. Thank you all for supporting me in that!
Today I’m still reeling from the election, still very upset thinking of people who are not white like me, don’t have an income that provides basic needs, and support of a loving family. What is going to happen to them? I fear for the women and girls in my family. I fear for the less privileged. Just plain sad and fearful. Is that going to be the new normal? After many changes in my lifetime, I feel this will be the most devastating.
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Normal
Didn’t realize how light it was
Naïve, didn’t stop to pause
And then a certain clause
Changed an important law.
Freedoms that were strong
Changed – their plan all along
Govern as if we’re not United
Dark actors hidden, now invited
No need for the golden rule
Where you work, go to school
How you act, what you read
Independence gone with basic needs.
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64 words
W3 Prompt #132: Wea’ve Written Weekly
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The Unicorn Challenge-08/11/24
*I know, couldn’t help myself after Tuesday….
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http://estherchilton.co.uk/2024/11/07/can-you-tell-a-story-in-261/
It’s mostly texting at the moment. Calling if it’s dire straits🤓
I love to go out for a fancy dinner, but last time was three years ago☺️
Either is fine by me.
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Get to Know You #40
Today, I’m asking you to write about something(s) that brings you joy. It can be a tiny thing, like a favorite mug, or a big thing like seeing so many people voting, or huge, like life itself.
If you need a specific idea, look around the room you’re in now or look out the window. Find something there that brings you joy. There are no limits. And there can be more than one thing.
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This is Poetics, so there is also no designated form.
Optional Bonus ideas : Include at least one kenning; write your poem as a letter; write your poem as a fairy tale; use the phrase “keep breathing” or “everything matters.”
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keep breathing, the joy
exists in that tiny light
it’s there if you look
the joy is in family
the joy is in your good health
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keep breathing, the joy
see it loving your children
it’s there in their smiles
realize hope can be found
keep breathing, search for the joy
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Poetics: Choose Joy
Sitting here, hands around a warm coffee cup, my legs in front of a fake fireplace getting warmed up, and my thoughts turn to the words: fellow man. Looking it up – of course, it’s what we all usually think of it – kindred humanity. What I want to know is, where was the kindred humanity, and why didn’t they show up to vote?
If kindred humanity is Trump’s way of doing things, his hate speech, his hubris, his lies, his unlawful actions, his hatred of women, his warmongering, his complete manipulation of the justice system or complete lack of understanding of what a democracy is… if this is what stands for kindred humanity now, there is absolutely no hope for the human race that is not rich, white, entitled, and dangerous.
Elegy
He took the oath, tried to assure
The future would be a solace
Previous rulers with an iron hand
Never kept their promise
Proceeding with love and hope
He wanted to be the answer
Turn away the self indulgent
No longer letting them pander
His speech gave inspiration that his dreams come true
But struck down in the midst of helping me and you
Perhaps the future holds another who endeavors to act his will
Taking the oath in remembrance of what he tried to do
We can hope and support the wishes to be fulfilled.
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Synonyms: Assure and solace
#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge: Synonyms Only – 11/5/2024
The Bag Lady 
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