
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Somehow-cozy

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Somehow-cozy
The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be
Ah, the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold, and bought again
The dove is never free
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
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“Ah, the wars they will be fought again, The holy dove, she will be caught again”
It is our nature to protect
What we perceive to be our sect
If only just the leaders stood
Not use our young for firewood
Then they might see the havoc caused
A dream, I know, that they would pause
It should be stated in a clause:
Close ever harmful open jaws.
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W3 Prompt #69: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Dance Me to the End of Love” is a 1984 song by Canadian singer Leonard Cohen. It was first performed by Cohen on his 1984 album Various Positions.

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Photo Challenge #478

one lazily slumped
hammock swings from the tree trunks
birds rest their voices
siesta need from hot days
summer is a slow day sleep
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#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 334, 8/22/23
This week’s Story Starter teaser is:
Irene looked up at the clock and saw that it was five minutes past seven. “Yikes!” Irene shrieked, “I’m going to be late again! Dang you Charlie!” Irene always blamed Charlie, whether it was her own fault forgetting to set the alarm again, or using up all the shower’s hot water, to not making her favorite coffee.
This was Irene, spoiled from the age of one, and a bane on the existence of anyone who lived or worked with her. Charlie, on the other hand was Irene’s deceased husband who succumbed to a stress caused heart attack a few years after they married.
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Fandango’s Story Starter #111

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http://christinebialczak.com/2023/08/22/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-08-22-2023/

Originally housing a liquid sweet
Added to my coffee a sugary treat
All hail the delight of espresso syrup
Ones I like aren’t made in Europe
Then being a saver of every clear flaske
I wash and refill with water, my task
To recap and store in the cold
When used for drinking I am told
“It looks like vodka in that bottle”
Then we all settle in for a chortle.


Royal blue or emerald green
Water’s perfect profile rarely seen
Or the solution of keeping clear and clean
Childhood remembers streams pristine
New techniques covering control of the scene
Authors of science in bricked modern times
Research together in present climes
Say the pure liquid is hard to find.
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