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I find this was a hard one, though I knew what I wanted to say🙄😃
Poetics: A Tale of Two Images
Joe thought they had learned their lesson
The “boys” had caught him dressing
He peered into the mirror
Their images became clearer
That’s when they started messing….
Calling him a number of names
Joe had heard all the refrains
When he was smaller
Wanting to be taller
And join in their basketball game.
Now he was a star
They couldn’t mar
His mind with useless digs
As he donned his uniform rig
They were just jealous
And talked rather callous
Joe just strolled into the The Palace
(of Auburn Hills, MI)
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Do you ever close off parts of your poems or stories? Do you get too close to your personal thoughts? I would think most of the time writing here you keep a free hand, jotting down what you think, feel or try to accomplish a difficult poem form. That’s probably the way I write, personal and honest as I can and I try to get some humor in, or a jab at Trump…nuff said on that subject! But this is as personal as it gets – this morning I was in the shower and now that my hair is a bit longer, a wet curl fell off my shoulder and onto my chest. I thought, and this might come a little too close for comfort, on my part at least, but I’m being honest…I thought “the romanticism of hair”. I have never met a man who didn’t prefer his love to have a long, touchable head of hair. So tell me true gentlemen, is that true? Give me your thoughts! Clearly I spend too much time alone!
But think about it. How many famous poems have a piece of hair in there? A wisp, a curl, a strand, mane, locks, waves, crown, tangles, bangs, braids, bun. Below is a famous poem by Sir Walter Scott: “To a Lock of Hair”:
Writing Prompts
The doorknob was slick and my hand slipped off at first. Because it was dark, I couldn’t see what the substance was. All of a sudden my mind went to the worst – blood! It must be blood, just like the movie my brother and I just saw! “Oh my god”, I shouted, “John, are you in there? Are you all right?” I started to feel nauseous as I put my hand to my nose to smell the substance. I know, stupid, right, but it’s what they do! So I slowly lifted my hand up and smelled a familiar smell, not blood, it was Vaporub! “John, you little creep, wait till I get in there!”
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Fandango’s Story Starter #252
He was only one called a few times years before, saving structures was his specialty. Then as the climate began to change the entire office seemed busy with calls for help. They were a unique business, and their secrets were never told by the ones they aided. Their work was usually done in the black of night, with only an occasional owl as witness. Fred, in charge of floods, was here this evening to save as many homes and families as he could. His partner in this section of the business was Flora who was the people helper. Together they saved as many homes as they could during flood season.
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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 06/23/2026
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Share your World 22nd June 2026
Julie turned her shoulder away from Joe. She felt betrayed by his lack of pride for her completing the task. So many steps she had climbed to join in and share his friend’s activities. Where was the care and pleasure of sharing her feelings of accomplishment? Was he hiding envy? She missed his usual kind demeanor.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #482
He changed his mind
Not yet the time
He’d try again
Save this for the end
Deciding his fate
A wave too late
Returned to the beach
Back into the breach.
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This is a story of a man who was trying to swim out and drown himself. These days some times it’s hard to face the reality of life. He’s going to try.
Or:
Chilly waters
Waves too strong
Joe tried his best to go along
Everyone else had swimming skills
Joe did not, envied Bill
The girls all thought he was all right
But Joe just could not shake his fright
Then Joe spotted a shark, turns out Joe was wise.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Beach
He stood mesmerized on the main
Apparently waiting for the train
He was tight lipped
When he fell and slipped
Nothing about him did remain.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
The Bag Lady 
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