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Hi, willow here with your Tanka Tuesday prompt for 16th December.
This week I am going to ask you as you are gearing up for Christmas to write a poem about those less blessed than us. I have added a photo of a young homeless boy living on the streets at Christmas. Let’s concentrate on empathy and compassion. 

I would like you to write an Ekphrastic Poem about the photo—either how it makes you feel or what you see. Let’s concentrate on empathy and compassion. 

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Tis the Season?

cold

winter

shivering

abandoned boy

how does this happen

where is the love he needs

the basics, shelter not here

how can we work to prevent this

we have the funds, but not the caring

boy still sits alone and cold on a step

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*Etheree

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 43, Ekphrastic Poetry, 16/12/25

They’re Called Easy Chairs for a Reason😬

Sitting there with a smile on his face. His laziness is a disgrace. She hasn’t even had time to take off her gloves, anxious to fix meals for the family she loves. Junior cries impatiently in his crib. Possibly the father could fix him in a bib? Oh no, all the work done here and there while her husband sits in his easy chair.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 12/16/2025

Think it must be something I ate
Wife angry, saddened,
I’m regretting my state
Donuts, ice cream, cake on my plate
Deciding maybe I should hibernate.
For animals it’s simply the norm
A winter ritual they perform
Would be easier than trying to transform.

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Quadrille #238

peaceful religion

melting hope in a candle

sit a while and pray

think the gods are listening

is all the hope we can have

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Candle, Religion, Sit

Joe and his mother Elaine May

Loved to celebrate holidays

It was Christmas time

The slick snow was prime

Got horses and jumped in the sleigh.

Laughing Along With A Limerick

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What do you see # 319- 15th December 2025

Couples

Hands together

Envy what used to be

Life’s ups and downs and loving them

It’s fate?

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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 30: ENVY is your inspiration.

Now’s the the time of year. It seems appropriate to channel a time of thanksgiving and love thy neighbor. More than helping someone cross the street safely, but to take just a moment. A minute to ask. Do you need help? Is there anything I could do?

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

My heart started to swell as I saw the sticky strips of rusty chain sway as the steam engine removed grime and shiny gear emerged. It was almost dizzying to watch the rust and grime sweep away onto the ground. Every hook and link looked like new. “You look like you’re in shock, Joe! I knew it could be restored but it was hard to convince the committee.”

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https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

The old house, with its wildly, overgrown garden, was silent, secretive. That’s why he loved it and visited every time he could. He did not want to change anything about it. He had grown up in this house. His grandparents lived there also and spoiled him, of course. When he stepped in the front door, memories flooded into his mind. Most of them were good memories but as every child has their version of life, so did his parents. His parents never came after this house was sold. What they didn’t realize was that he had bought the house and they were welcome to come anytime but their memories were not as great as his. Both sets of grandparents lived with them and also died there, and I think that was the main reason they didn’t want to go back. His memories, however, as a child did not include the sorrow that his parents felt. He shut the door and locked it. Then, as he started his car, he took a long look. He knew that he would come back.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #225