The Bag Lady

Opulence – even the letters that spell this word could be a fashioned item of jewelry which is probably the first thought when reading opulence. I prefer to stretch the meaning a bit and refer to nature.

opulent moon
gazed upon
wishes on stars
shining bright
do not have your richness

ocean waves
dancing to and fro
dolphins jumping
giant turtles floating
your colors, hues opulent

meadows stretch across plains
breezes wave your stems
opulent colors are jewel like
spread your flower
seeding beauty

and some opulent jewelry:
ruby, sapphire, emerald,
gold, silver, diamond
all beautiful

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Weekend Writing Prompt #410 – Opulence

You can use a ruler

That’s my advice

But you might faint

Or start rubbing your eyes

The margin of truth seen by us everyday

Is certainly not easily going away

Today there are protests, many

The world is angry, and if any

Are too loud or too rough

The protection of free speech won’t be enough.

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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2025/04/05/

Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #132 – Apr 5, 2025

This is a rant because I have paid for the NFHS app for the last four years and whenever I’m watching soccer or basketball, but soccer is the worst, there’s no score there’s no time and whenever there’s action on the field the camera goes to the other end of the field where the goalie is standing there doing nothing. I miss the goals. I miss the action where the ball is and isn’t that the reason for having the camera to follow the action? I’ve had it with them I’ve written them emails – that’s all you can do. nothing changes. It is so disappointing and maddening. That’s the reason for this rant. Now go back to your regular programming.

If you’re looking for something to get your mind off politics, do what I did tonight and watch the movie “CODA”. You won’t be disappointed.

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I was thinking pathogen, because I think that the Trump administration is a dangerous pathogen. And then I thought Trump is really pathetic because he is now determined himself the king, patent pending. Patting himself on the back constantly with his lies of what he’s doing. Signing all these orders, holding them up for the press to see and take pictures of are patently just pieces of paper. Nothing can be done with these executive orders until Congress acts and approves, so write your representatives!

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 5, 2025

Story Starter 4-4-19

Joey hurried down the stairs. He wanted to find his big brother as fast as he could. The lightning and thunder frightened him and only his brother Sam could make him feel safe. “You’re such a scaredy cat” his sister Mary taunted. She placed herself next to the window to show she was unafraid. Their parents had gone out for the night to a lecture series. Both being history professors, their children were also history buffs. Even Joey at the age of ten was learning. Sam was in charge. The most charming quality of Sam was his sense of humor. He watched over his younger siblings with great care. He realized Joey would come to him for comfort. He settled on the floor with Joey snuggled into him. Suddenly the lights went out. Joey tried to bury himself in Sam’s shirt. Lights flickered and came back on to stay. Sam couldn’t help himself, saying in his deepest English accent voice “it was our darkest hour“. Even Mary had to laugh!

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https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/04/story-starter-challenge-april-4/#like-7153

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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — April 4th

“I see the problem, Ms. Smith, but I’m afraid I can’t help you. I went down this road a few years ago and all my attempts to find a decent bone in his body was a bust. I’ll give you back the file I accumulated, but I don’t think that will help either.” Ms. Smith took the heavy folder marked “Trump” and left the office.

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Thank you Kevin☺️

No Theme Thursday: 3/27/25

limitations, ha

desired expectations

dreams complete

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Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – April 1, 2025

An empty office where I used to sit

I have been declared unfit

So many things I wish I’d done

I wasn’t the strongest one.

Calamity was not my style

Although some in the later while

I tried. I really did

Some my predecessor’s rid

But not enough, I apologize

I thought I was more wise

I struggled with my defeat

Now the Constitution lays under our feet

Trampled, ripped and sadly seen

You need to fight, try to glean

The valiant order hidden, now revealed

Democracy protectors please work til we’re healed.

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W3 Prompt #153: Wea’ve Written Weekly