The Bag Lady

There must be gods somewhere

Providing such a beauty fare

All manner of colors and hues

From maples, oaks, oh I can’t choose

The most beautiful of autumn’s trees

Brilliance before losing leaves

They fall to ground to ease

Soil for another season, please

Loving delicate crunchy, curly, bits

Providing nourishment for spring, it fits

Because every season prepares for the next

Mother nature’s plan not perplexed

She has been around

Knows her ground

And all seasons’ grace abounds.

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Poetics: Fall (in) love

Number 4:

You are intelligent

You are beautiful

You are talented

You are worthy

Life is not a fairytale

Ignore criticism

You will succeed

You can achieve whatever you decide to do

Keep the faith

Keep your sense of humor.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – September 24, 2024

Here are this week’s questions:

1.  Do you prefer to sit in an armchair or curl up on a couch in the evening? I’m in a wheelchair 90% of my waking hours, then recliner for a movie maybe.

2.  What was the last book you read? The last book I read was “Cave 13” by Jonathan Maberry. Just started T J Klune’s “Somewhere Beyond the Sea”.

3.  What snacks do you enjoy?All the worst ones, chips, cookies etc, but usually now it’s veggies and fruit.

4.  Do you prefer vegetables over fruit? I love both but veggies probably every day a love.

Gratitude: I am grateful an old woman who lived in this complex moved to assisted living where she can get the care she needs. It was a big change but she’s getting used to it. And always, family.

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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2024/09/23/share-your-world-23rd-september-2024/

Joe only wished he had a chance
But Sue never offered a glance
One stare at his clothes
Jeans ripped in wide rows
And said, “not if you wear those pants!”

Joe knew that it was his last chance
If he wanted Sue at the dance
He got down on one knee
With a smile and a plea
Sue said yes with a grinning glance.

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Cool mornings, pleasant evening chills, all enjoyed by a warm bonfire. Maple trees are the stars of autumn’s beginning, a short vision, and then we watch children dance in leaf piles.

equal nights and days

colored leaves display

autumn’s not here to stay

it is mother nature’s way

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Haibun Monday 9-25-23: Equinox

A penny for your thoughts he said, as if he had no clue

He invited company, and I wasn’t in the mood

For years I’ve been baking treats, a birthday cake or two

Even cooked a roast and short ribs, by the slew

My husband brags over my abilities, so true

I wish he’d hire someone else to stand over a hot stew.

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MLMM Wordle #391

Photo courtesy of Renae Snider

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Each tiny kernel shows

Ornamental corn growth

Such intricate designs

Mother Nature takes her time

Choosing colors so sublime

See the beauty of a rhyme

In a harvest.

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I think she has it all figured out

She never comments with a pout

Her consistent efforts are without

Rancor or criticism, and there’s no doubt

She’s a very nice lady we need to thank

So many followers show how she ranks

As an outstanding blogger!

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What do you see # 255- September 23, 2024

This week’s prompts are:

1. among my people
2. paper kites
3. I met John Furtado in the third grade

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Among my people and of course you know, I have the best people, I met John Furtado in the third grade. Our fathers were both rich so we played around a lot and I admit at this juncture in my campaign…because you know I’m so far ahead in the polls I can afford to be honest…now don’t laugh, you know I’m always honest…John and I made paper kites and uh well, we uh, used them to fly up girls’ skirts…hahaha…nowadays that would be called sexual harassment.., hahahaha.

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OLWG# 384- Peace in the East

The woman staggered out of her car after the wreck she caused while fixing her hair yelling, “I look a wreck!” in the rear view mirror and ran her car up on the curb. The police came, put her in handcuffs and said, “well you’ve wrecked your car, it’s not going to drive now.” Another policeman came up and said, you’ve also wrecked the stop sign! That will be a charge of (w)reckless driving at least, maybe even jail time.” Suddenly her husband came to the scene and reprimanded his wife, “another wreck, you’ll lose your license now.” The woman started crying, mumbling, “this accident will be the last straw and wreck my marriage”.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!