The Bag Lady

Most of these prompts I have no clue. I never had a car of my own. I wish today had been a wrong number. I called Walmart pharmacy to see if my prescription was ready and it was answered by AI. I asked to speak to a real person because there was a problem. The AI voice would not transfer me so I asked again to speak to a real person. After the third time of her repeating the phrase that she could answer all my concerns…refusing to transfer me and for Pete’s sake arguing? I hung up. I hate AI! I called the head manager of the store and of course he said the pharmacy is not controlled by him, it’s a separate company, etc. At least he was polite.🤪

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Tow Trucks (Reference photo above)

Spring mud season striking again

Rutty road is carved out

Tires navigate the deep muddy tracks

Tow trucks on corners aim

Their businesses are booming

No lack.

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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 52, Cinquetin, 2/17/26

quiet love

easily hidden

lasting years

yes, it is the little things

gifted affection

some not even realized

til years later and the lover is gone.

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Poetics: The Evolution of Love

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pride

voices

you’re locked in

rainbow colors

wearing your pride coat

explaining your choice now

feelings no longer quiet

tell the world who you really are

courage to find your voice and your heart

“Pride voices, your locked in rainbow colors”

(Dectina Refrain)

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Joe finished dressing and admired himself in the bedroom mirror. He had worked hard at the afterschool job to buy this coat. He felt pride in his choice. Running down the stairs to grab an apple for breakfast, Joe was suddenly halted by his mother’s voice. “Joe! What are you wearing?”

“I bought it myself” he explained. “Isn’t it great?” Joe turned around so his mom could see the entire wording printed on the back of the jacket.

“Well, no. You can’t wear that, and especially to school! You’ll be ostracized!”

“What does that mean? But, yes, I’m going to wear it. I’ve been saving up to finally buy it!”

“I said no!” Joe started to leave and opened the door. His mother continued, “if I have to lock you in your room, I will! Now take that off!” Joe turned and gave his mom a woeful look.

“You can try, but I won’t go. Aren’t you the one telling us kids to express ourselves, stand up to bullies, look out for each other? Well this is me taking a stand!”

Joe’s mother stopped and thought about what he said. Of course he was right. Joe left for school after his mom hesitantly gave him a quick hug.

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Coat, Explain, Lock

The struggles of the older are spelled out in books, memoirs and songs. Elders’ hands, wrinkled and worn, have the touch lessened but the mind still tells the wisdom of their years. Some names or dates may be forgotten, but the heart holds the most important memories. Over a good cup of coffee or tea, you may be privileged to hear the dreams of these generations.

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Share Your World 16th February

Knowing he was just a bit dim

Susan could not stop loving him

His eyes so blue

His heart so true

Adorable, her lover Tim.

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Apparently the vault of human beasts opened and tides of smoke and debris started to slather innocent victims. The flood of armed men creeped down the salty crusted edges of the shore. One of the soldiers tilted to the side picking up an old broken shark jaw. He thought it was a weapon, shining from a silver glint in the moonlight. I stopped my needles, faulted a stitch on the red hat I was knitting listening to helpless voices, my defiant knitting act resumed.

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I choose this song because when I first heard it I could not get it out of my head. Today I think this equates to many of the displaced people taken by ICE.

Subvocalization