I blushed as he finished reading
I had no idea his words were leading
My heart to admire him
Unspoken thoughts on the brim
Of my lips but not revealed
Thinking his words could heal
My broken heart, empty now
Shown in his wrinkled brow
Concern for me, maybe a start
A try to fill my empty heart.
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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 20th, 2026
6. Funny you should ask that as my granddaughter just got a new one yesterday. Too painful for this old lady, but she doesn’t seem to mind😵💫
This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – January 20, 2026
This mother’s son, followed a service to the greater good. A tragedy, but he tried so hard and lost his life because of it. Today we need to follow his example.
a lost life
no rewards for him
tragic tale
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Service, Son, Today
“Bury me with the lies I told” – written outside the envelope. It was addressed to me – I wondered why. I barely knew her, and what I did know was not pleasant. I met my new mother-in-law three years after my “real” mil died of cancer five days after I married her only son. Tragically, we had two days after the ceremony to travel and meet her. Then less than three years later I had a new (Cruella deVille) mother in law. Then my husband a new half brother and a half sister on the way. All this surprising but then communications weren’t easy. Our children were pushed away from them as grandparents and no one stopped this. I ripped open the envelope, thinking maybe it was an apology. I was wrong of course. She kept her lies and I gladly buried them.
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Dverse Prosery Monday — Bury Me
He said, “okay just one more time”
She offered her face so sublime
He bent for a kiss
Her lips he did miss
Disappointed, said “never mind”.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
A sorry definition of our ongoing troubles in Minnesota, after failing at other states, is the consistency of Trump’s power to ruin our United States of America. Armed thugs, masked and ready to spray protestors, break them down, and even take their lives! are on the move. They take children, even an infant and harm them physically, not to mention the mental damage to young minds. This needs to stop! This has been done in other countries and wars resulted. Please don’t let it get that far. Speak up!
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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 19th, 2026
Call of the barnyard alarm, the rooster, sounded and Joe decided to roll out of bed even though it was still dark outside. This was the perfect time to harvest the ripe sour cherries before the birds woke up. As the minute the sour cherry tree was ready, the birds knew to descend and in a few minutes, no cherries left for his pie.
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Three Things challenge #MM308
I’ll keep this kosher
Keep it light
Censors don’t want a fight
So I’ll simply say when a child
Played on mom’s organ
A silly way
I pushed and pulled the knobs a plenty
Feet barely touched the pedals many
But it was fun and I enjoyed
Made my grandma’s spirits buoy.
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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 18th, 2026
The formerly hidden cave figures decided it was time to end the enigma that surrounded their group. The end of chaos could not be achieved and harmony was now a disappointing effort, though well meant by their made up society. Dressed in rough hewn gunny sack fabric robes, the only exposed skin on their forms were their faces. Necks were covered in layers of blue hued beads, enough to bind the color’s meaning to dwell in sorrow at the state of the world.
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The Times They Are A-Changin’
Song by Bob Dylan ‧ 1964
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
And you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin’
Will soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
The Times They Are A-Changin’ lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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It’s About Time
The Bag Lady 
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