What remains – I hardly think of my age
I think of it as an imprudent sage
Old time friends still stay in touch
Distance affects us very much
Times new and old we share
Birthdays remembered show we care
Age is only a word.
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W3 Prompt #164: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Taking
Hubristic
Ennobling
Falling
Awkwardly
Legs
Life
Once
Firm
In
Caring
Affectionate
Residence
Undone –
Sanctioned
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Poetics: Triumph and Defeat
kisses felt
the heartbeat quickens
embracing
–
skin warming to touch
whispers with such giving words
heated arms entwine
specific glances invite
eyes close in their ecstasy
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 17, June 17th: Rensaku
As the auctioneer’s gavel came down, all eyes turned to her. It was only natural and not meant as a condemnation…well all except the irate woman in the front row. That woman was the mother of the deceased and quite upset with her daughter-in-law who chose to sell every single piece of her husband’s belongings. There was no consultation with her, the mother-in-law scorned. By my estimation, well deserved!
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Fandango’s Story Starter #205
Wave the flag! Leave your home, your flat, your cabin or cave! Join your local forum and organize a protest!
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Three Things Challenge #MM93
nature needs no vase
her choices of beauty rise
from soil to the sun
red tipped rose defies senses
such radiant elegance
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Everyone was having a good time, but the air was boiling hot
Grandma Perkins cheered on her boy, and stood up until she was not
All the families yelled, “Stop the game!”
And then the on-field ambulance came.
Miss Perkins to the hospital rode
A heart attack is what they were told.
Turned out it was just a heatstroke
The doctor was a helpful old bloke.
The game of the season was held in a while
And Miss Perkins, recovered, and gave all a smile.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Game, Hot, Until
Pessimistic Pete
You can take your starry, shimmering, solar nights or even sunny sea beaches. I could start my day solo every morning and be perfectly happy without all of the romantic venues offered in brochures so beautiful they make you stay in a dream state of what could be. It’s all surface to me, a steady stream of false advertising, promising you’ll meet the girl of your dreams. It’s only a papier-mâché sample, folks, nothing permanent. Take my advice, stay home.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #429
Johnny loved his cereal bowl
Added sugar that took its toll
Would suffer from sugar highs
Ate too much, couldn’t deny
Now he no longer walks, just rolls.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
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