A different take for you Dan…😀🥸
Thursday Doors
Do not answer the door to strangers!
I thought that was well known advice these days and who do you think is funding these so-called surveys?
“There was no boundaries with their ethics or with civility. They will push until you give an answer. They are very intimidating.” She added: “It’s not a question of, ‘Do you think that this was done? How do you feel about it?’ It is, ‘We know that this is done. How do you know it wasn’t?’ “
“These groups claim to be ‘election integrity groups’ and nothing could be further from the truth — they’re undermining public confidence in our elections with no proof of anything,” said Matt Crane, a Republican former county clerk and now executive director of the Colorado County Clerks Association.”
Go Dog Go Cafe Haibun
When trying to relax, sometimes it seems every extraneous thought drifts through the mind, causing sleepless nights.
worries toss and turn
the noise of thoughts or phrases
overthought concerns
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http://godoggocafe.com/2022/07/20/haibun-wednesday-july-20-2022/
Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #19. Use DREAMS as your inspiration this week.
Three Lines
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.
The first line of the Sijo usually sets the theme.
The second line elaborates on the first line.
The third line brings the poem matter to a close.
awakened from her nightly dreams, visions she wished she had seen
reality, not quenched desires, fantasy found ire
such comparisons to daily life only proved actual strife
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Six Sentence Story
“Starbucks, are you kidding me? They cost a fortune!”
“I thought you might like a special treat while you’re going over this mess.”
Julie was sitting at the desk amid a pile of unpaid bills. Joe handed her the coffee with an apologetic look. “One time, but never again; we can’t afford it.”
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https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2022/07/17/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-221/
Simply Six Minutes
Illusion shown to her as he tried to impress
Seeing an ordinary building so dressed
He worked at his vision, difficult but true
Fixing a vision he had in white and blue
She had admired his work she had seen on walks
His increasing talent with never a balk
She discovered him as she sidestepped a pool
Painted so real, then realized she was a fool
He had been standing at the side of the street
Watching as people suddenly stopped their feet
Thinking the cement had actually opened wide
Seeing the illusion of a pool in their stride
He had hopes for his proposal showing her his latest
Achieving the blue bows seemed to be his greatest.
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Time’s up ☺️
One Liner Wednesday x2
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“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”-William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”- Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
https://lindaghill.com/2022/07/20/one-liner-wednesday-ah-the-oldies/#like-16275
What Day is it Anyway?
Well as I sit here listening to the loud drone of the mower outside my window and then topped off by the inevitable trimmer whine, I’m reading posts, writing my own, and think it’s time to say thank you again to my followers and commenters. Everyone here on WP loves comments and the idea that something they have photographed or written or crafted is appreciated. So…
http://lindaghill.com/2022/07/08/what-day-is-it-anyway-friday-july-19-2022/
Word Craft Poetry
enshrined in a metal cast
no remorse for them
embraced in eternity
a forever love is seen
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dVerse Poets Prosery
Tonight’s line is : “she’d had it sliced away leaving a scar”.
The line comes from a poem by Michael Donaghy, and I came across it in Ruth Padel’s book “52 ways of looking at a poem”. Donaghy was born in America in 1954, and moved to London in the 1980s, where he worked in traditional Irish music. He sadly died in 2004.
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She’d had it sliced away leaving a scar, even nearest and dearest friends were oblivious to her inner sorrow. They knew something had changed in her demeanor, missing her blithe spirit and sudden raucous laugh at their jokes.
Sue was never what you would call the life of the party but she used to let her emotions free in the small group of friends.
Sue met her fateful need of what might be interpreted as enlightenment on a sunny day at the beach. She was mindlessly drawing pictures in the sand with her nephew when approached by a handsome young man. She and her nephew were at once fascinated by tales he told around the images drawn in the sand.
The afternoon led to a too brief encounter and the man disappeared. After she had offered her heart and was dismissed, the operation occurred.
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The Bag Lady 
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