“Former President Trump has reignited questions and international reactions about what he would do to U.S alliances as president. At a political rally in South Carolina, Trump said he would encourage Russia to “do whatever the hell they want” to “delinquent” countries in Europe that he believes aren’t spending enough on defense.”
(This is from 2017:):
A lonely morning with a chill
Loneliness finds its way to ill
Why do you stay, refuse to leave
You’re always on my mind each day
Can’t rest my mind, and stay away
Your breath I feel, there’s no reprieve
The early morning darkness stays
Sunshine hidden on cloudy days
As the mood when my day begins
Memories though unwanted, flood
How loving words would stir my blood
When we were entwined, skin to skin
When sun refuses to come in
The memories will start to spin
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Sunday Confessionals : Sonnetics
Image by jorgophotography from Pixabay “Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.” Oscar Wilde The Grand …
The Grand Illusion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
“Okay, now you’ve done it! You’ve crossed the line, sweeeeet heart …oh yeah, you used to be a sweetheart…now I’d use a different adjective. Funny thing it also begins with an S. You tromp on people’s feelings without a care. It seems that beautiful pumping organ inside that beautiful chest just stopped working and dried up. What? No nasty comeback for me—you know, the words you use every day when and if you decide to talk to me?”
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
The moon had been full the night before. Sun light glinted through the shards of glass left in my broken window. It shattered when he burst through, untethered from the shed. I absentmindedly touched the scar he left on me the first time, and I’d risen to see damage to my room. By rights I should have been petrified by his presence, but it was if he recognized my compassion and quickly retreated to the shed. There were no actual words of comfort from either of us, but he sensed I felt his pain. The nightmares he suffered, being lost and afraid when in the human world could never be explained.
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Wordle 641
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Puzzle This – Saturday Mix, 10 February 2024
Weekend Writing Prompt #350 – Vapid
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from me – Jenne Gray – and him – C. E. Ayr.
Visit this blog every Friday, read an amazing story from each of us, and then post your own even better effort in the comments below. The rules are: Maximum of 250 words.
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They tried everything. Dreams were wavering as fate seemed to be deciding failure was going to be theirs. It looked good at first and being dreamers, they envisioned a unique hotel. Seemingly a huge docked ship, they thought decorating the interior in that fashion would be an eye catching success. As time ran on, money ran out and the idea dissipated into nothing. Now they are owners of the town’s largest eyesore.
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The Unicorn Challenge-09/02/24
Since I already bashed Trump today, I offer this from four, count-’em, 😳four years ago:
I was putting away some poetry notes and noticed the timing of the Etheree–1-10 syllables, no rhymes. And of course my target? Guess.
Trump
Teflon
Dictator
Seeming heartless
Professing knowledge
Is always thinking “Trump”
Disparages all experts
Takes no responsibility
Invents his own selfish rules and laws
When will this political nightmare end?
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 9th
The Bag Lady 
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