The Bag Lady

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First Kiss

In the beginning it was awkward, stepping close, bumping foreheads, touching cheeks…hesitation then, unsure if it could be achieved at all. Back stepping and then forward again, reaching arms closed around waists; smile with upturned eyes returned by shy downward glance and then trying again. Tipping heads, coming together slowly, anticipation teeming and then it happened. A short soft touch and then a longer press of lips together.

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http://godoggocafe.com/2022/08/16/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-august-16-2022/

chastise everyone in his household. He started removing every high wattage bulb and turned down the water heater temperature and put a three minute timer on it. He then disabled all the unnecessary appliances used all over the home. After that he sat everyone down with a lecture on conserving electricity.

As everyone left the room grumbling, Ted sat down in his recliner, adjusted the electric window shades, turned on the lamp beside him, checked that his beer cooler beside him was plugged in, tuned the tv channel to show the stock market ticker tape and plugged in his laptop and phone to charge. He felt satisfied, in control—this was going to work.

His kids came back in the room and just stared at him…Ted said, “What?!”

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https://fivedotoh.com/2022/08/16/fandangos-story-starter-59/#like-73686

It was one of those absolutely perfect summer days. The sun was out and bright, a few clouds on the horizon promising a quick drench of rain in the afternoon and everyone was standing at Mother Nature’s attention.

At least that’s how it started, but as in every situation of formality, there’s always one comic, one clown or one dissenter willing to “spoil” the wanted decorum.

Today it was Joe, yes, see the one looking back at the camera? Mother Nature called him a trouble maker one too many times and of course he had to live up to his reputation. That’s what he thought and why he did what he did.

However the photographer had received a warning from MN and had a plan. Joe had been purposely put in the very back. On the second take the photographer cropped out Joe’s defiance.

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https://christinebialczak.com/2022/08/16/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-08-16-2022/?like_actor=102337606&like_hmac=6bb6354bce6fc802a0fd33421a9ad255&postid=17600&like=1&source=sub_email

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No life sustains without this element

In each form, a primary ornament

To clean, drink, live in or play, it’s conceded

Cool or warm, salted or clear, water is needed

Polluting this essential must be ceded

Warnings of dangerous droughts should be heeded

Conservation of this resource needs pleading

We need to be cautious and be unimpeded.

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https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/16/tuesday-poetics-the-four-elements/#like-24826

to see me hiding

disguised among the patchwork

distracting colors—

patterns and shapes diverting

am I safely clandestine?

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https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/08/16/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-285-8-18-22-ekphrastic-photoprompt/

a functional fowl

makes a foul weather shelter

Mom always knows best

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http://ronovanwrites.com/2022/08/15/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-423-fowl-and-weather/

“It ain’t over till it’s over.” Well, you can’t argue with that. American baseball legend Yogi Berra first uttered the phrase about baseball’s 1973 National League pennant race. His team was a long way behind when he said it and they did eventually rally to win the division title

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https://rugby843.blog

Beware the obsession with wolves. I know the uncomfortable claims the moon rubs into my psyche because I’ve been there. It starts with the howl heard after midnight which calls to me, permeates my being, rattles in my bones and my skin ripples with shivers. If it was not for my neighbor who should be admired for his patience and bravery, I would succumb to temptation. As the letters of the howling sound scribe on my being to join the pack, he supervises and watchfully stands by while I shake off the pull of the wild.

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/08/15/wordle-283/

Be mindful of the judging, the constant breeze from a hateful mouth spouting a still mind’s words. There are no longer filters, or a puzzle that might have been grounded in truth or empathy, no balancing on the wire of information, just perpetuated dogma. Films and videos from these seemingly mindless individuals is not what art is about.

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https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2022/08/14/wordle-565-2/

Some thought it was a miracle. Others thought it was a sin. Who could possibly suffer this and still remain clean? She defied the water, breath remaining calm. Her hands came loose suddenly as the sun rose in the dawn. Miracle or devil’s work, only the woman knows.

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