“I Love Rock and Roll” – Joan Jett and the Blackhearts – 1982
Word Craft Poetry

Time heals all wounds—no
Those open doors to our past
I stand before them
Colorful and intriguing
Yes—I choose not going there.
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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge


Bitten
Nothing new, I’m a sucker for love
Chump for a cute guy…no matter his age…or mine
I guess it started as a child needing affection from anything that moved
Dog, cat…a boy. That’s the trouble.
I love strays
To help them, but I need them too.
As a teenager I was attracted to the strong ones,
Seeking a type of protection?
Affection?
A downfall of course. Anyone too needy always finds the ones they shouldn’t.
Is it written all over my face when I greet them?
The old saying “once bitten, twice shy” never made sense to me.
I must savor the agony.
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https://godoggocafe.com/2022/02/15/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-february-15-2022/
Simply Six Minutes

I know I look ridiculous. After the rainbow colored balloon crash on my dog house, my owners were helpless to obviate these colors and designs that range from red to pink to peach to turquoise! I guess I could go to the beach and hope the salt water would get them off. If I could reach them all with my tongue I might be able to lick them off in time, but how am I supposed to go to the dog park in the meantime? What a dilemma!
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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/02/16/three-things-challenge-876/?like_actor=102337606&like_hmac=31e5f2b0583bb2cc4caf722823a2bfd0&postid=80262&like=1&source=sub_email – peach reach beach
https://christinebialczak.com/2022/02/15/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-02-15-2022/
One Liner Wednesday
“Vision of Love” – Mariah Carey – 2009
MLMM Wordle #275

The playboy had reached a stalemate with his new choice. It seemed she enjoyed the Valentine’s Day roses, the slender nylon stockings trimmed in black lace, and even smiled at the helium balloons he added for a laugh. He fumbled the play he thought, taking her wrists in his hands. He thought this holiday display would cinch the deal but he was mistaken. The woebegone woman couldn’t let the thorns of her past trials let him in. He had tried and failed, not his usual experience. He left, slightly daunted, but wait, is that a curvy natural blonde down the street?
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Wordle #275
“My Funny Valentine” – Ella Fitzgerald 1958

I used to go around singing this-for some reason it made an impact on me in my youth.
Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt – Grit and Crown

She has grit
Queens need that hallmark
Wearing crowns
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