Laying here on display
Suppose we made someone’s day
Fish deserve a time to play
Without being a fishing lure’s prey
Here we lie
With our dead eyes
When we decide to swim
It’s not just a whim
It’s for survival, food
You see the paradox
You encrued
Using us for your own
Meals you feast on to our bones.
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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 07/08/2025
“I Feel Good” used to be a song I could hear often and I offer the video below. These days, those three words hardly apply. How can they? Our country in the US is “being attacked from within” – Trump’s own words – who knew he meant himself when he became president? Take a moment of respite:
This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – July 10, 2025
A summer retreat and music show began. It was clearly a mistake for the older children to bring a large beach ball. Distracted by the ball as it started to curl towards a tree at the beginning of a large grove, small children, told to sit on a blanket, rose up to chase and play with it. For my side, it was a bad choice to bring the ball, causing the small ones to change from sitting on the side watching the show to running into the forest. Most parents realized the trouble and herded the little ones back to safety.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #432
majestic image needs no white feathers
intimidating vision
witnessing presidents
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Kimo – 10, 7, 6.
What do you see #296- 7th July, 2025
I laughed when I saw this word because it was my go to “swear” word years ago. Of course it sounds like a bad word but it’s not.☺️. I had a close friend who was upset over something and she was frustrated, so asked me, “what’s that word you always use?” I said, “crud?” She said it loud.😀
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RDP Monday: CRUD
iridescent blues fly past so quickly
showing only a brief glimpse
a silvery shimmer
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I’m not sure of the rules but offer a Kimo.
July Visual Poetry Prompt
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Share Your World 7th July
He was supposed to be a gentle breed. That is what everyone claimed. As a pup we adored the furry little bundle. He grew to two hundred pounds. We didn’t walk him. He walked us!
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
It was just a handful of dimes, nothing much to deserve even a thank you, but he did say it. Then what the hell was I thinking as a hundred dollar bill floated out of the same pocket holding the dimes, and I didn’t realize it fast enough. No wonder he was thanking me. I suppose others do it faster, grabbing some bill from a street person’s hand, but I seemed to just watch it float into his hand. Kismet.
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OLWG# 425- Pasquatch
“What I want, is for you to stop. You wallow in self pity because you aren’t “the great writer”, but my dear, you are a very good writer.”
Three Things Challenge #MM112
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