Family thinks I’m immortal
Oh yes I’ve been to the portal
Saw no golden gates however
In fact I think I will never
Angels sweet not there to greet me
No haunting trumpets, harps playing
St Peter missing…just sayin’
Maybe life’s master’s just playin’.
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An Octo poem.
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #417
Remembering my favorite walk
Kicking through a bed of color
Autumn leaves carpeting the maple grove
A secret childhood refuge
A bed of crunchy leaves always inviting
Looking up through bright maple branches
Blue sky almost seems touchable.
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Open Link #401 and February Live
The street now deserted and Sara took relief in that. It had been chaos a few minutes before. She scrolled through the images she had taken during the protest. All of them were very clear, to her surprise. Now she wondered if she dared publish them. Of course it was her job, her mission and that’s why she rushed to this street, to capture the violent struggles. There were many she missed, her eyes shifting from one group to another quickly. She wanted to take photos of what was real, not whitewashed by government spokespersons. Sara drove to her publisher.
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13 February 2026
Quaintly Quiet
Serene waters
Benches provide respite
Interrupted forager
Hardworking canvases
Possibly a New England shore
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #073
Anger
Politics rage
How are we at this place
Started with an insurrection
Contempt
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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 39: POLITICS is your inspiration.
I see someone, aka Fandango😃, already used this word as I will now use it, but I could not resist. Outlander fans will remember this phrase spoken by the wannabe be successor to the king, played convincingly by Andrew Gower.
My daughter and I are Outlander fans and had a good laugh every time we saw this character and he uttered those words.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!
How I would like to drive
Along an old dirt road
Where the colors are alive
Sheltered in a maple grove
Autumn came and went this year
No dabble in the leaves
The absence of this drive so dear
Causes me to grieve
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Writing Prompts
“I put instant coffee in a microwave oven and almost went back in time.” Steven Wright
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One-Liner Wednesday – Laughter
February’s poetry challenge is all about synonyms. Let’s make poems using words representing the famous “frozen water” in Minneapolis without using the word for immigration enforcement. 60 words or fewer. Funny or serious. Rhyming or free verse. G-rated. Due Sunday 8 Feburary at noon. (en español más adelante)
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Slick skating surface
Cold clueless care
Slippery sidewalk state
Silent snow strips
Covering concealed coated
Frigid frosted frozen floes
Danger dealt declared
Slushy sliding signs
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February 2026 Frozen Water Poetry Challenge
The Bag Lady 
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