http://cyranny.com/2023/03/15/march-8th-1minfiction-challenge-2/
Cyranny’s 1MinFic
3TC Remembrance
Alas, I feel regret for the folly of this day
Along the path, where memories are slightly frayed
Thy beauty is now austere, as I find you there
Among the curly vines and blooms
Allot a memory, reminds of scented rooms
Where and when it was the “we”
Separated now with reality
The garden path now strewn with tears
As your name carved in stone appears.
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http://cyranny.com/2023/03/16/regret-word-of-the-day-challenge/
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/03/16/three-things-challenge-m269/#more-94664. Your three words today are:
ALAS ALLOT ALONG
Moonwashed Prompt- Dubious
From the sea’s realm
Mother Nature’s rebelling
And there’s no telling
Where she will stop
You’d better hop
On the climate change train.🙄
https://amanpan.blog/2023/03/14/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-134-3-14-23-dubious/
One Liner Wednesday
Fandango’s Flashback Friday
#writephoto – Derelict (2017)
Derelict you say. I guess that you may be right, in some respects. Of course it is my home and I am perfectly satisfied with it. I need no roof or door to protect me. The earthly elements do not affect me. I do not need space around me to be comfortable, therefore in a few centuries when the earth covers this old home, I’ll still reside in this space, at times.
I suppose you’ve guessed by now that I am not human anymore, only an ethereal being now. There were days of being flesh and blood, but that was when this home was new, fresh from my brother and me building it. It has been changed a few times, new roof tiles, new trees and plants. The main structure still stands which we built, stone by stone.
This is not a sad story, for much happiness and joy filled these walls, by me and generations after me. Please visit as you like, and play in the ruins, pretending to live the life I lived.
https://scvincent.com/2017/05/25/thursday-photo-prompt-derelict-writephoto/
http://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/17/fandangos-flashback-friday-march-17th/
Here We go Again
Classic Song Beginnings
“On September 20, 1973, at the height of his popularity (at the age of 30) and the day before the lead single to his fifth album I Got a Name was released, Croce and five others died in a plane crash. His music continued to chart throughout the 1970s following his death. Croce’s wife and early songwriting partner, Ingrid, continued to write and record after his death, and their son A. J. Croce became a singer-songwriter in the 1990s.” Wikipedia
Uptown got it’s hustlers
The bowery got it’s bums
42nd street got big Jim walker
He’s a pool shootin’ son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim boss, just because
And they say
… You don’t tug on superman’s cape
You don’t spit into the wind
You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don’t mess around with Jim
… Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He say I’m lookin’ for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin’ boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home they call me slim
Yeah I’m lookin’ for the king of 42nd street
He drivin’ a drop top cadillac
Last week he took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don’t you know
… And you don’t tug on superman’s cape
You don’t spit into the wind
You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don’t mess around with Jim
… Well a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin’ in off the street
And when the cuttin’ were done
The only part that wasn’t bloody
Was the soles of the big man’s feet
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor now they say
… You don’t tug on superman’s cape
You don’t spit into the wind
You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don’t mess around with slim
… Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it’s at
And it’s not hustlin’ people strange to you
Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue
… Yeah you don’t tug on superman’s cape
You don’t spit into the wind
You don’t pull the mask off the old lone ranger
And you don’t mess around with slim.
Still miss him😔
Source: LyricFind. Songwriters: James Croce. You Don’t Mess Around With Jim lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Word Craft Poetry
colors spurt forth from damp earth
hidden bulbs bloom-time
**The haiku is a Japanese poetic form that consists of three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. https://www.britannica.com/art/haiku
https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/03/14/tankatuesday-weekly-syllabic-poetry-challenge-no-311-3-14-23/
MLMM Photo Challenge
This company’s beer
Label looks rather queer
I’m not a person who drinks much libation
But think these guys deserve excitation
Diligence and perseverance is the key
Success and reward for their company.
Check their about page-☺️😀. https://www.littlebang.com.au/about
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/03/14/photo-challenge-457/
dVerse Poets Prosery
Atop the rocky edges, seeing endless waves of salt water— in space and time I sit thousands of feet above the sea. Observing the vast expanse, envying a few dots of white furled sails, and I long to be there, on a vessel, lounging under their billows. I would be on the adventure my heart craves.
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