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.
A simple bouquet from the rock garden, proof that beauty can emerge from roughness. Hesitating to grab it, but had nothing else to offer. Only this morning was he free. Ten years away, he wondered if her letters were true. Would she still love the arrogant protester ending up in jail for his views? Of course he had mellowed, it was necessary in that horrible space. He lived only for her words, written in tear stained script. He also wept as he read them. Now he was going to surprise her. He clutched the flowers and knocked on her door.
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21 November 2025
Keep it short and sweet
A readable treat
Not my style
I think a while
Then scorch the post
Like a weeny roast
See what I mean…
It might be my genes
At least not obscene
From family puisne?
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One-Liner Wednesday – My theory
Used the news for a guide
On what to decide
Followed the herd
No search for true words
A sad state of affairs
Attitude, who cares?
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Three Things Challenge #MM248
She wanted to feel less, but the single word would not let her. Betrayal.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Feel, Less, Word
Autumn is my favorite time of year, anticipating beautiful white snow covering all the autumn colors, now a tired brown.
cloudy soft
gray creeping
autumn weather starts
cooling air
chilly foggy landscaping
winter is coming
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 39, Shadorma Prose, 18/11/2025
The Bag Lady 
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