The Bag Lady

He stopped to look over the edge

Was this the place that he might bridge

The gap between their right, or wrong

I think of that old song

The troubled waters flow so strong

Why did the gap remain so long

He placed his hands on the railing

Felt his strength to meet was failing

Hesitation loomed over his mind

Would this effort cause them to bind

Or will he let the anger rise

Turn the act to be unwise

He stepped away from the edge

Then saw the adversary come on the bridge

Getting closer saw a smile

Realized the effort was worthwhile.

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Writing Prompts

Watching my oldest son at the age of sixteen being taken into custody was one of the most traumatic experiences in my life, and still feel it, this forty+ years later. He had driven recklessly, no one hurt or anything damaged, but it was determined he was guilty. I made the mistake of hiring a friend (who was a lawyer) instead of a qualified lawyer, who actually did nothing. Three days in jail was the fine (sentence) from a judge who clearly had a point to make and a friend. It still makes me angry and still today proves people who have money have undue influence.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – September 3, 2026

Joe was drinking coffee, eating breakfast, slurping his grapefruit juice and decided to give his wife a smile. He started out telling an old joke, “have you ever seen a cow wearing a sarong?”

His wife Julie did smile, but came back with a different punchline. “No, but saw one in a wheelbarrow reciting the alphabet – the cow’s hobby.”

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Can You Tell A Story In…

Writing a poem of this caliber

Probably my attempt you’ll remember

As discord is rampant these days

Turn on your device.

I try to follow rules

Never went to a poetry school

in fact, I usually delight in mischief

a curious character clueless on form

never aiming to be the norm

but when I do, sometimes

a miracle happens, it rhymes!

like Peter packing his pickled peppers

not counting those green wonders.

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Poetry Form: Descort

Filtering through cracks of threads and tufts of the layers of the fabric, Julie just sat there, letting the flow of creativity go through her. What a vision she thought to herself, it’s almost perfect! Julie’s design for the forest background atmosphere had to include a ruffle, and plumes! Impossible was her first thought, I’ll never complete the professor’s fantasy ideas. Then to freshen her imagination, took a walk around the city’s conservatory and these elements took shape. Even a layer of colorful mosses was inspiration for the backdrop artwork.

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Wordle 773

Bridge, Anyone?

They were coming and I woke up late.

Three neighborhood ladies for a game date.

Turn on my A/C to comfort create.

Look for some snacks in a stash not lush.

Getting late, I need to hurry and rush.

Hide any mess with an under bed push.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — September 4th

travel adventure

stepping into the future

dreams are possible

no luggage requirement

only feet forward not back

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brown stone steps

curving a pathway

step lively

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SenHai Saturday #68

The duke passed into the kitchen, hoping the princess would be there alone of course and found her, sitting at the table, munching a biscuit. He was delighted to see her acting happy after the slight downhill turn from her constituency. One of them showed up at the last gathering wearing a sheet curved around him instead of clothing. The sheet words stated he could not afford clothes so had to dress in his bedsheets! It was comical but made a point about taxes.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #492

Well let’s see, keeping in mind this is a stream of consciousness, it seems my conscience needs a little adjustment lately. I think I’m so upset by the motions with every single day a new disgusting act by our government that it’s finally going to take me down. And by that, I mean shut me up – something I bet anyone who really knows me would shake their head, muttering “impossible”. Seriously folks, I’m at my wits’ end! I know it’s affecting my daily life, I am stressed! I used to write my frustrations here on the blog, and by the way, if you are still reading, I feel this IS MY BLOG and I’m free here. I don’t have to think, is it okay to talk about this? Or that?

Hopefully you all have a nice holiday here in US…

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS September 5, 2026