W3 – A Miss

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a rose he held in hidden hand

his desire a soft demand

she approached with a smile

he hoped she liked his guile

offered the rose, a gift of passion

she blushed, her actions rationed

he touched her cheek with a kiss

but then she turned away

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*I am having a problem with this paragraph colon thing that pops up when I write anything. I’ve tried writing and then copy and paste but it does its own thing when it shows up and format is changed🙄

W3 Prompt #151: Wea’ve Written Weekly

MLMM Saturday Mix

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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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Simply Six Minutes

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“You know Davey, we could be hanged for this! Captain Jack has been riding our tide for a while.” The two pirates, one disguised as a leprechaun, had taken the secreted stash of gold from Prince Whiny, and even though he had the richest country and the best criminals on his side, he vowed to hang anyone who entered his lands. Of course the rest is badly revised history, but I dare you to go diving at Davey’s locker.

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Can You Tell a Story in 7, 50?

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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…

dVerse Poets

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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!