The Bag Lady

Jimmy cowered under the bed, realizing his mom would be home soon. The bed was bare, no sheets or blankets, so he really wasn’t hidden by much. He had broken his mom’s favorite coffee mug, trying to get it from a high cupboard. He got his Craft glue and tried to fix it, and his babysitter helped. It was a bad patch job, would never hold a hot drink, but Jimmy thought it might work. When his mom came home she was told by the babysitter what happened. Jimmy’s mom went into the bedroom, sat on the bed and asked where her son could be. He finally came out, red faced and apologetic, only to receive a welcomed hug.

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1. Probably not😂
2. Lie to me
3. Always

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Get to Know You #58

Its Spring!

Watching

Large soft flakes fall

Spring storms melt off quickly

Robins looking for food

Trees start budding

Spring’s here!

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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No.4, Badger’s Hexastich, 3/18/25

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You’re an imposter! Joe would never bow!

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My Latin aunt wouldn’t qualify for the maze, even though her favorite pie, tiramisu, is the prize. Her green coat looks like part of the maze, a certain disqualification. Ask her to take it off, you say? Then no doubt she’d be rejected, or arrested – she’s an exhibitionist!

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Can You Tell A Story In…

New to dVerse?  Need to be refreshed on the rules? Here’s what to do:

• Write one poem and post it to Mr. Linky below. It can be any poem of your choosing (no required form, length, or topic) OR it can be an ekphrastic poem related to the image posted above.

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Sizing up the competition,

observing dance, dress and ammunition

“on the prowl” is her mission

hoping for a transition

rising up in social position

not really love, acquisition

skipping the tradition.

Carefully adjusting her foxy wrap

hands moving slowly from her lap

candidates seen ripe for her trap

crossing the floor while eyes adapt

watching her liquid movement map

she knows how to lure a chap

all settled with a strong nightcap

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Fancy meeting you at the pub today and Saturday!

Put out your pinkie drinking your tea

Use a napkin, be dainty when crumbs start to flee

Etiquette is always important you see

Don’t slurp your soup or crunch too loud

Be polite even in a crowd

These lessons I learned as a child

But it seems to me you’ve just run wild

Parents have certain obligations

Maybe that’s why leaders of nations

Say and do whatever they please

Long gone are the efforts to please.

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Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Dainty

Moms Advice

Only a few sad days are allowed. What is the matter, are you under a cloud? Waking up from a nightmare, or alarm too loud? I say buck up, you must work today! Your bed needs making, get underway! Now that’s the spirit, the sun is shining, start your day!

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Even as an adult I don’t have the knack for taking care of pets as it must be a skill of the young. A companion for a solitary elder is fine but the energy it takes to play is another matter. A box of toys tries to silence a puppy, but as a hint, I would say for the elderly, use your phone to ring a grandchild to relieve you and take a rest. Most pets learn the routine of their keeper quickly.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #416

“There’s a lullaby for suffering” and songs written by Leonard Cohen always seem to have that sadness or grief in the background. Even “Dance me to the End of Love”, which sounds cheerful on the surface, suggests only a temporary state of happiness – dancing. His voice is perfect for pushing you into his melancholy words, whether reminding you of a personal experience or a happy ending. There are many versions of the song “Hallelujah”, but my favorite is sung by Jeff Buckley, and in my opinion, seems to impart the sad interpretation of Cohen’s lyrics.

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Prosery, Leonard Cohen