I agree with Fandango, “what the hell is going on?” That is my question to all the Trumpers wandering around out there, dressed in fatigues as if they ever legitimately wore a uniform, brandishing all sorts of weapons, screaming epithets to ordinary law abiding citizens? Was there suddenly an invasion turning ordinary people into dangerous deadly robots bowing down to Trump? What the hell is going on?
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http://lindaghill.com/2024/06/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-8-2024/
Confrolly: the long con
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Just so there’s no confusion
In making a confidential confession
Configuring the confrontations
Resulting in my confirmed conflagration
Confederation confabulators conform
Conflicting confiscations of confided conferences
Confoundingly confused and confuted
And confected my confrontation of guilt.
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No Nonsense – Saturday Mix, 8 June 2024
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Weekend Writing Prompt #367 – Party
The strange tree, which has been nicknamed the “walking tree” because it looks like it’s striding across a field, is a northern rātā (Metrosideros robusta) — one of New Zealand’s tallest flowering tree species that can live for up to 1,000 years. It’s roots and long, arm-like branches make the tree look like an Ent — a fictional race of tree-like creatures that guard the forests of Middle-earth.
The tree stands alone in the middle of a large paddock next to a cemetery near Karamea on the west coast of South Island. It is around 105 feet (32 meters) tall — around the same height as a seven-story building, according to The New Zealand Tree Register.
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I chose the phrase: “You talkin’ to me?” — from Taxi Driver (1976)
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I love the movies
Sit in the dark
The theme starts playing
Creates a spark
Senses aware and my eyes are glued
Then the couple beside me start being rude
“You talking’ to me?” One of them said…
No place to move so I’m stuck with dread
My money spent, theater full
So I gave them a look.
Then his companion answered in kind
Never occurred someone might mind
This went on and no one was inclined
To tell them “be quiet”, and we’re all confined
Finally I answered his question’s intrude
“Yes I’m talking to you and you’re being rude.”
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dVerse – OLN 363 — Show Me the Movies
He sat there innocently, so charming in his blue plaid cotton shirt. You could actually smell freshness emanating from his being. Wavy blonde hair with just the right lock drifting down on his forehead, almost covering perfectly manicured brows. Bright blue eyes seemingly penetrating my mind, knowing what I was about to say.
He arrived early, ordered my favorite meal, knowing I loved this fare. I savored the salty chips, one at a time, while he was watching me. I ate slowly and deliberately, pausing in front of my lips, glancing up at those blue eyes, before taking a bite.
I cut the meat in small pieces, taking time with each morsel. I could feel the tension building in him, as his grin turned into a sexy pout, though he quickly recovered himself and the winning ever present smile was back. He liked to watch–he never dined with me, but he loved to watch me do anything. Finished, he tightened my wrap around me, steered me into the alley for a passionate kiss. Breathless, my heart pounded with anticipation.
The following morning, newspaper headlines read: “Woman Found Murdered, Body Drained of Blood. Surrounding businesses questioned only remembered she ate alone.”
Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 7th
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No “No Theme Thursday” Thursday?
The challenge goes out around 6.00 am UK time, but pingbacks may not show immediately as they have to be approved manually and sometimes I’m late accessing my blog. I will get there, I promise!
Looking forward to reading your responses.
Your three words today are:
CHOP CHIP CHAP
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Some people love the old chap
Some thought he got a bad wrap
I think, got some of what he deserved
A little chip off his shoulder which is never reserved
A chop to his rep, though, never achieved
Because thousands of lemmings choose to believe.
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Three Things Challenge #M716
Favorite fragrances, I have a few
Looking out on a sky blue
Drifting, wafting pleasantly
Newly mown grass speaks to me
Fresh and green
Damp and clean
Nostalgia for the barefoot child
Running across green grass piles
Footprints on the porch
Green feet on small legs short
A child who loves the new mowed grass
Is such a happy lass.
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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for June 6
4 line stanzas, as few as one stanza and up to as many as you like.
8 syllables or less per line
Rhyming is AAAb. The second stanza would be CCCd. The third, EEEf. And so on. Meaning nothing in one stanza must rhyme with anything in the previous stanza. The fourth line does not rhyme.
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Image: https://startupsmagazine.co.uk/article-next-steps
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Writing, exciting adventure
Imagination surrender
Explore your vision of splendor
Aim for new steps and experiences to pen.
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Step up, advance your exposure
Search your mind, let the disclosure
As in music, you’re composing
Make symphonic word creations thrum.
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Ovi Poetry Challenge 51: STEPS is your inspiration.
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