The Bag Lady

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 22, 2025

Joey loved his bonsai printed knapsack, not the envy of his mates. On the way to school, Joey admired a real bonsai plant, but saw it was too near a puddle, so rescued it. The tree rejoiced in his act.

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This was a tough one!🤓

Can You Tell A Story In…

Save us from this calamity

Who speaks with hilarity

Take his presence from the post

Give him what he wants most

An audience of sycophants

Who gladly do the “yes” dance

The crowds of weak and spineless men

Who choose not to remember when

These tactics caused a world at war

Just who was he elected for?

He needs a golden mirror image

Never plays to the right homage –

For the people, not for him

He treats his job as just a whim

Money and gold he piles and skims

Send him on a golden boat

To a castle with a high moat

So high he cannot escape

Remove his phone and audio tapes

Let us breathe free air again

Bring back our country’s freedom reign.

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Writing Prompts

Fire

Heating my soul

Anger coursing through me

I clench my fists in the conflict

A blaze

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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 27: BLAZE is your inspiration.

A simple bouquet from the rock garden, proof that beauty can emerge from roughness. Hesitating to grab it, but had nothing else to offer. Only this morning was he free. Ten years away, he wondered if her letters were true. Would she still love the arrogant protester ending up in jail for his views? Of course he had mellowed, it was necessary in that horrible space. He lived only for her words, written in tear stained script. He also wept as he read them. Now he was going to surprise her. He clutched the flowers and knocked on her door.

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21 November 2025

Keep it short and sweet

A readable treat

Not my style

I think a while

Then scorch the post

Like a weeny roast

See what I mean…

It might be my genes

At least not obscene

From family puisne?

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One-Liner Wednesday – My theory

Used the news for a guide

On what to decide

Followed the herd

No search for true words

A sad state of affairs

Attitude, who cares?

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Three Things Challenge #MM248

She wanted to feel less, but the single word would not let her. Betrayal.

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Feel, Less, Word

Autumn is my favorite time of year, anticipating beautiful white snow covering all the autumn colors, now a tired brown.

cloudy soft

gray creeping

autumn weather starts

cooling air

chilly foggy landscaping

winter is coming

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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 39, Shadorma Prose, 18/11/2025

A shot in the dark was heard by the town

Everyone cowed as the source was unknown

Only a few times were guns ever used

The neighbors looked out, confused

Was that Jimmy, they asked each other?

No, I think it was his brother…

John and Jimmy were rascals at best

Their constant antics were never at rest

John came out running on the street

Had no clothes on, but boots on his feet

Jimmy was chasing him, gun in his fist

Finding his wife with John “in the midst”

I should end this story, it’s too intense

As we find John hiding by a fence

Neighbors witnessed the brotherly row

And heard again the gun going pow

This was the last of Jimmy’s actions

Sadly John could have no reaction

A warning I tell you from the heart

Keep your cheating brother and wife apart.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: November 20, 2025