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Poetry Form: Magic 9
No pets allowed, not even a bird
That’s what it says in those words
No more being chased by a dog
No more stepping on smelly logs
I know it’s crass, but til it happens to you
I think you wouldn’t like it, too.
Of course there are gulls who can be nasty
Might get too close, you need rhinoplasty
But think of it this way, I might sound moany
Beaches are for people, happy or lonely
There should be dog beaches but for pets only.
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The Unicorn Challenge-17/05/24
2017:
Ode to Danny @ dreambigdreamoften.co
He asks the questions
As he always does
Usually difficult
Starting a buzz
You know Danny
Now he’s on vacation
But still asking questions
With no cessation
Before you answer
He makes you think.
Bloggers like this
Use lots of ink
I often answer
Always too quick
May not have mercy
With a comic shtick
Some questions are tricky
And hard to answer
Sometimes you need
To be a line dancer
Stepping either way too far
Your reputation might even be marred
Thanks, Danny for making us take time
Most answers I read are quite sublime.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mercy/
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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — May 17th
Stripped of it all
His mind askew
How sad it is now
Could we start anew?
The earth is done
The galaxy calls
Earth has failed
How the people did fall
He wished a solution
Could we fix it then
Return to a time when it began
The ruin of the planet
Might we start again?
Did we learn a lesson or will we ignore
The cry of nature at earth’s core.
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No Theme Thursday: 05/16/24
My friend and I had just picked up a helium tank for balloons and it was in the back of my station wagon. It was for a carnival for MDA. Also, in the back were bags of empty pop cans we were going to use in a game. Naturally, I had to go really slow to keep from getting all the cans squashed by the moving tank. We were in downtown Denver, and we came upon a school zone and even if the light is not flashing in Denver. you are to go 20 miles an hour and of course we knew that. We were watching the speed on my car to make sure that we were not going above 20 miles an hour. I saw a police car over to the left parked and I glanced down to make sure I was still under 20 mph and I was. The minute I passed him, he threw on a siren and light and pulled us over. Needless to say he had a very bad attitude—he would not believe my story about the tank and the cans and then he showed me his speed gun and said I was going 40 mph. That was a lie. It was disgusting and I ended up going to court to fight that. I won.
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Writer’s Workshop: Lost
This is what I thought of reading Johnbo’s post title:
On a clear day from viewpoints throughout Central Oregon, the Three Sisters mountains command attention as the gorgeous snow-capped peaks seen to the west. Each of this trio of volcanic peaks reaches more than 10,000 feet in elevation, and have become a part of Central Oregon culture.
The Three Sisters Mountains in Oregon
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Lens-Artists Challenge #299 – Hopeful
You can hope for good weather when from your bed you rise
You can offer hope to others if you feel their tenser side
You can hope the Yankees win or maybe it’s the Sox
You can hope it’s what you wanted opening a birthday box
Standing by a bedside you hope the patient will get well
Buying a lottery ticket you can hope it’s the winner that they sell
Hope is just a wish you make as each day shows the sun
I hope my family stays safe and healthy- priority number one.
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W3 Prompt #107: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Wouldn’t it be nice? Oh wouldn’t it be pleasant? If all the news would double up their presence? Not for campaign speeches or riots causing danger, but lovely acts of kindness, certainly a worthy endeavor. Yes I may be dreaming, just seeing nightmares in the news. I wish we could change their choices of these views.
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
This week’s Story Starter teaser is:
“You don’t know me, but I’m the ex-wife of your new boyfriend,” the woman said to Pamela when she answered her door, “and he’s not who you think he is.” Then she barged into Pamela’s home and sat down on the couch!
“Who do you think you are barging into my home like this? I don’t care who you are and what you have to say, so leave.” Pamela picked up the woman by the arm and escorted her out the door.
Pamela had heard all about this ex-wife from her current boyfriend Paul. She now knew what she had been thinking from the start—that this was not going to be a good relationship. She originally liked Paul, but she wasn’t about to take on all of his or their problems.
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Fandango’s Story Starter #149
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