What’s this mess on this plate
You call this a feast?
It looks more like a food plate
For a wild beast!
I prefer the more delicate version
Possibly a vegetarian dispersion
Where each separate vision
Can enlighten concision
And make a decision
With expert precision.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Feast
While she spent her day gift shopping
Her husband spent his bar hopping
Then happy was their bank
Had their spending to thank
For overdraft fees were whopping!
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
A stiff stick with thorns is all that’s left of the beautiful blushing rose bush, a garden beauty. A wee chirping can be heard as a bluebird stops to rest on the bare branches. Coming out for a moment to the garden, I lazily fit myself in the Adirondack chair I painted pink to match the thistle plant. I love the Scottish symbol flower and never cut it down as many gardeners do. I consider it a summer treat to enjoy on warmer days.
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Wordle 733
Laundry Chores
Mom said, do as you’re told. Right away or the washing will mold. Turn the water dial to cold. Add the detergent, “Suds New and Old”. Then put in the dryer for the warm hold. Make sure there’s no wrinkles when you fold.
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snow filled streaks
hazy mountain chills
fog obscures
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mountains dressed in blues
cloud polka dot in the sky
foggy hems hidden
nature knows how to impress
her couture designs pleasing
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SenHai Saturday #27
Where was the vision of compatriots
Men and women in congress slots
Where was their eye when they voted
What did they see or were wrongly devoted
Where was the vision of people in judge seats
Who ignored crimes done in repeat
Where were the thoughts of lazy minders
Asked to get votes or illegally “find them”
Where are the rules we visioned and fought for?
Weekend Writing Prompt #443 – Vision
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 22, 2025
Joey loved his bonsai printed knapsack, not the envy of his mates. On the way to school, Joey admired a real bonsai plant, but saw it was too near a puddle, so rescued it. The tree rejoiced in his act.
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This was a tough one!🤓
Can You Tell A Story In…
Save us from this calamity
Who speaks with hilarity
Take his presence from the post
Give him what he wants most
An audience of sycophants
Who gladly do the “yes” dance
The crowds of weak and spineless men
Who choose not to remember when
These tactics caused a world at war
Just who was he elected for?
He needs a golden mirror image
Never plays to the right homage –
For the people, not for him
He treats his job as just a whim
Money and gold he piles and skims
Send him on a golden boat
To a castle with a high moat
So high he cannot escape
Remove his phone and audio tapes
Let us breathe free air again
Bring back our country’s freedom reign.
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Writing Prompts
Fire
Heating my soul
Anger coursing through me
I clench my fists in the conflict
A blaze
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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 27: BLAZE is your inspiration.
The Bag Lady 
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