He lures, assures, then defers, the promise
Resolute to convolute, he acts cute
She is shy, believes the lie of this fake Adonis
Always playing girls, is his repute
She wants the dream, thinks he’s the cream
Believes his scheme, but now he’s downstream.
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** I shouldn’t have tried to make a poem out of this. It didn’t work.
Time for a 44-word poem!
Through the ghoulish night, the wind spins a wicked spell. Unable to sleep, Sara feels a spirit as it begins to stir. She rises, almost unwillingly, her body moves, she seems wrapped in a blanket. “What tricks of the mind are doing this? I’ve never believed in ghosts, yet here I am, transported to the graveyard.” She seemed unable to speak or cry for help, as her bare feet were now set upon the freezing ground. The steps of a mausoleum were covered in dead weeds and spider webs. Sara was horribly afraid of spiders and shivered as she saw some moving. Unable to control her movements, she was transferred into the crypt.
Sara knew that buried within this hollowed tomb was the body of a distant relative who used to live in Sara’s house. It was rumored in family stories that Agatha had been a witch. It was never proven, and she was drowned by the township elders. Sara suddenly realized this might have been the date of Agatha’s drowning.
When she entered the crypt, a light shown her the casket in the room. Sara walked up and put a hand on Agatha’s coffer. Curiously, Sara felt a sadness, and thought she heard a sigh. She weirdly felt sorrow for Agatha, not really believing the old stories handed down in family gatherings.
The light went out, darkness surrounded her and Sara was able to move on her own. She turned and fled the burial chamber and when outside saw the sun was about to rise. In an instant she was relieved and felt the blanket around her, but her feet still felt the cold. She ran over the grassy mounds and into her house. Sara was certainly confused as to how she found herself outside in the old graveyard which bordered her yard, but decided she would try to find out what really happened to Agatha, and if she was dreaming or were ghosts or spirits real?
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Wordle 678
Cellpic Sunday – Barcelona at Night
Frustration grows
As “hold” music flows
Tapping my fingers now, growing impatient
The helper person seems complacent
The spiel of thank you for being a customer, blah, blah, blah
Already heard five times, it’s beginning to gnaw
I can’t understand the accent too thick
Companies hiring these people I think is a trick
The institutions hire, probably to irritate
So you finally hang up nothing solved while you wait
Is it a ploy by these institutions
That way they don’t need to provide solutions
Frustrated people asking again to repeat
The helper person polite but can’t speak
In any understandable speech
Why have a job, answering phones, I implore
Why not just work in the actual store?
Is it purposeful to hire them just to frustrate
So companies don’t have to reciprocate
When they overcharge or make a mistake
Is it their game so you to hang up, deflate?
Then the company can sit back and relax
They don’t have to deal with you, overtaxed
You finally hangup with no problem solved
So tired and frustrated and nothing’s resolved. 
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No Theme Thursday: 10.24.24
Weekly Prompts -The One-Day Prompt (7)
Expand your mind they always said
To encourage you to think
Political integrity caused faith to shrivel
Showing the dispirit of truth on the brink.
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Opposing Forces – Saturday Mix, 26 October 2024
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No Theme Thursday: 10.24.24
It’s been a stressful week. This weekend I plan on making tomato sauce for pizza crusts and spaghetti, etc. Also they delivered two green cabbages instead of one so I’ll be making two batches of coleslaw from a new recipe. No mayo and tart:
I used green cabbage, carrots, t of grated sweet onion because that’s what I had on hand. I think adding peppers would be great.
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 26, 2024
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