The Bag Lady

The definition I like most

Is the meaning of a wooden post

You know, the one defined by a garden gate

To lean upon while waiting for your date?

You might even end in mates?

I’m getting ahead of myself, but it’s late.

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Writing Prompts

Vision impaired by length of nose.

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When it’s midnight and the moon is full

I can’t escape from my mind so dull

Medicines in a bowl

With a system I control

Upside down means they’re taken

Heaven knows I can’t be lacking

Two for thinning blood

One for blood pressure – good

So many others seems a glut

Doctors orders following I must

It seems unfair

I feel attacked

When a decade passed

And accidents lacked

Feeling put upon, no doubt

Trying not to freak out

Surgery ahead I don’t want

Will solve a problem that does haunt

After ten years thought I was fine

But now it seems I find

I’m in the elder age of decline.

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I have a relative lovely and strong

He married my granddaughter

After a relationship long

Turns out he’s Hispanic

His appearance and life deserves a song

I’ll sing it to the rafters to defend him now

Because laws here in my state refuse their vows

He gives the best hugs as a family agrees

And laws that threaten bring us to our knees

There is no justice in these new laws

Some people agree and take pause

We have to change these goose-stepping crews

And keep freedom our choice and fight these views.

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W3 Prompt #150: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Good morning, evening, or afternoon! I never know what time zone anyone is in. I’m in the Mountain time zone in Wyoming USA. My answers for Cee’s questions for Share Your World are:

1. If I’m by myself, only once. I’ve been known to sit there thinking of something else, without pushing the button. I guess I think it will just magically appear. Those are usually doctor appointment days when transportation is least on my mind

2. I am not a planner for my own activities. I love spontaneity! However, if it is an event of some kind, I do thoroughly, carefully plan.

3. Four uplifting words to describe myself? You’ve got to be kidding….is that you, Lost? Uplifting-well, I am a two time cancer survivor so that’s pretty “up” there. I try to be positive. I encourage others, especially my children and their children. And lastly, I try to be humourous…..I know, but I said “try”. See? I added the extra u for the dictionarian.

4. I wouldn’t mind any of the locations except the hot tub. Not for me. But probably my favorite would be the fresh water lake, with a cabin. Private. No ski resort type. I like mountains as you know, oceans, beaches, deserts, all. But my absolute fave would be a cabin in the woods with a lake and mountain view. Ahhhh.

I am grateful my grandsons ages 14 and 17 came to bug me this weekend. I love their company. We watched Ironman2 again and generally fooled around. Also had fun shopping for silly stuff and snacks with my daughter. (Items for a care package for her oldest daughter who is studying for the MCATS in May).

This week I am looking forward to watching, possibly helping, my granddaughter make Leprechaun Bait for her fourth grade class. We shopped for the ingredients and just need individual bags to put it in.  

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Complaint, is a poem that laments or protests unrequited love or tells of personal misfortune, misery, or injustice. I chose lament – unrequited love: rhymed – aabB ccbB ddbB. B is the refrain,

Left alone in bitter query

Sorrow making my life weary

I feel so sad, and it lies deep

Oh how my heart does weep

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Curly hair adorns his crown

His beauty is well renowned

Sadness into my heart does creep

Oh how my heart does weep

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His radiance blushes on my face

There is no winner in this race

Water from my eyes does seep

Oh how my heart does weep

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Complaint, A Poem of Lament

Of course I had a cabbage that I needed to use and of course I cut the pieces too small because of course I was going to make coleslaw – the no mayo type which I found a recipe for now I really love it but of course I added the cabbage and onion to the sausage and of course I ignored the crackle of the too hot pan, and now I have blackened sausage, but it’s OK – I like a little char with my meals and of course I didn’t add enough cabbage, so when I warm it up, I will add the coleslaw to my meal. Of course, this is a boring story as is my life at the time. It seems I just go from one medical appointment to another and keeping track of medicines is difficult when your brain is on hold with some of the medicines. But at least I have some nice coleslaw to eat when I feel hungry.😂🥺

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 15, 2025

Where could I make some loot
I didn’t playing the flute
That instrument was a brute,
The orchestra gave me the boot
Maybe I could gather fruit
Sell at a street fair booth
Alas my ideas not astute
It’s hard to give a hoot.

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Quadrille #219 – A Poetic Hootenanny 

The sight of Liam in a kilt

Caused Jennie Malone’s heart to wilt

His job was gardens in homes

Cute ones with little fun gnomes

Worked well ‘till he stood on a tilt

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They say I’m a playboy, but I was laying there in the hammock, nude, tanning all my tender parts and practicing my bassoon, when an alligator jumped up and bit me! So I knocked him right out with my tenoroon!

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