disturbance in the life force
observed by a few
often ignored by many
warnings of change evident
What do you see # 225- February 12, 2024
WDYS 2-12-24
disturbance in the life force
observed by a few
often ignored by many
warnings of change evident
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disturbance in the life force
observed by a few
often ignored by many
warnings of change evident
SYW 2-12-24
1. When was the last time you bought a new item of clothing? A week ago.
2. When shopping for clothes, do you like to colour co-ordinate several purchases or buy one thing at a time? I have a pretty consistent color palette.
3. Do you prefer sweat shirts, cardigans or jumpers? The item I bought last week was a new color of four sweaters, v neck long sleeves, I have worn all winter.
4. Do you wear sandals in the Summer? I never wear sandals and wish most people would not.
Gratitude: Grateful this week my oldest son’s surgery is a success and got a long letter from my son in France.
Share Your World 12th February
Forgotten?
I have a pet peeve about dismissing presidents’ birthdays to obtain a three day weekend- to me it’s like Rodney Dangerfield: “I get no respect”. Maybe I’m, we’ll there’s no maybe about it, when it comes to this, I AM old school—give one of the greatest presidents ever some respect!
Lincoln’s Birthday is a legal, public holiday in some U.S. states, observed on the anniversary of Abraham Lincoln‘s birth on February 12, 1809, in Hodgenville (Hodgensville, Hodgen’s Mill), Kentucky.[1] Connecticut,[2] Illinois,[3]Indiana,[4] Michigan,[5] Ohio,[6] California,[7]Missouri,[8] and New York[9] observe the holiday.
NOT presidential material:
“Former President Trump has reignited questions and international reactions about what he would do to U.S alliances as president. At a political rally in South Carolina, Trump said he would encourage Russia to “do whatever the hell they want” to “delinquent” countries in Europe that he believes aren’t spending enough on defense.”
MLMM Sunday Confessionals
(This is from 2017:):
A lonely morning with a chill
Loneliness finds its way to ill
Why do you stay, refuse to leave
You’re always on my mind each day
Can’t rest my mind, and stay away
Your breath I feel, there’s no reprieve
The early morning darkness stays
Sunshine hidden on cloudy days
As the mood when my day begins
Memories though unwanted, flood
How loving words would stir my blood
When we were entwined, skin to skin
When sun refuses to come in
The memories will start to spin
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Sunday Confessionals : Sonnetics
REBLOG: The Grand Illusion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by jorgophotography from Pixabay “Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.” Oscar Wilde The Grand …
The Grand Illusion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Six Sentence Story – Uh Oh
“Okay, now you’ve done it! You’ve crossed the line, sweeeeet heart …oh yeah, you used to be a sweetheart…now I’d use a different adjective. Funny thing it also begins with an S. You tromp on people’s feelings without a care. It seems that beautiful pumping organ inside that beautiful chest just stopped working and dried up. What? No nasty comeback for me—you know, the words you use every day when and if you decide to talk to me?”
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
The Sunday Whirl
The moon had been full the night before. Sun light glinted through the shards of glass left in my broken window. It shattered when he burst through, untethered from the shed. I absentmindedly touched the scar he left on me the first time, and I’d risen to see damage to my room. By rights I should have been petrified by his presence, but it was if he recognized my compassion and quickly retreated to the shed. There were no actual words of comfort from either of us, but he sensed I felt his pain. The nightmares he suffered, being lost and afraid when in the human world could never be explained.
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Wordle 641
MLMM Saturday Mix
Black and white all over’s wise
We’re all supposedly unique
Nature’s paintbrush from tail to cheek
Cleverly hidden in the grass
So colorblind predators give us a pass.
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Puzzle This – Saturday Mix, 10 February 2024
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
Vapid is the word that’s written
Today a wakeup start at five
How’s that for a Saturday vibe?
Okay I’m retired, all days the same
Rising at five is no longer my game
Started out this way and then got worse
Writing anything good – I’m adverse
Maybe it’s an old age curse?
Weekend Writing Prompt #350 – Vapid
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