The Bag Lady

I am happy to announce my new creation

“the truth finder” will improve the nation.

Truth finder is standalone

An object that determines if someone

is telling the truth. It’s easily used

and very reliable.

its accuracy undeniable.

The bells and whistles that you see

On other models? on my invention, not seen.

The truth will out and them I don’t need

Simply place my truth finder

in front of a person you suspect lied

when it hears a lie, it will speak up when applied

I expect that there are many of you holding important jobs

such as representing your constituents in lobbying

This truth finder will come in handy

And hopefully up the ante on truth.

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Tuesday Poetics — Getting Crafty

Faith does not entitle anyone to impose cruelty, and injustice. Remember it is in our country’s history that through unjust ideas we earned rights and must be allowed to exercise them, even as we suffer a plague of insulting words or actions, even an arrest. With our unity comes strength, the escape to freedom.

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Wordle 730

Whirl, twirl, and dance about with your words. Swirl them together with a little dash of rhyme. Go out in nature and find us a whorl. Take a trip on the tilt-a-whirl, and surprise us. Make a wee whirligig of a phrase we’ve never seen before. Invite us to in for a swim in your whirlpool. Create a whirlwind, or write a poem of calm for this weary whirled. Or start Whirl War I with your words. 

Ready to give it a whirl? Here’s how to let your whirl unfurl: 
Just pen us a poem of precisely 44 words, not counting the title, and using some form of the word whirl. Post it on your own blog, and link up here using the Mr. Linky below. Then follow the whirlpool flow of poems across the web to leave a comment or two for some poetic friends. The Quadrille prompt is up all week, and multiple posts are welcome, so y’all whirl on back now, y’hear?

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Wanting, begging for a whirl
High school gym heard giddy girls
While standing alone on the side
No whirl for her, boys denied
Suddenly she heard a tune
Took her away into the room
The melody grabbed control
She was in a musical whorl.

Quadrille #235 Take Your Poem for a Whirl Around the Block 

Tonight I’m starting the third book in the Nick Mason series written by Steve Hamilton. I like Nick’s character and glad to see another thriller with him. The first book in the series intrigued me with the title: “The Second Life of Nick Mason”.

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (November 3, 2025) 📚📚

“What? You don’t like it? I made it to inspire, to be the future monument representing our happiness!” Paul revealed the statue that combined his rendition of a short walk through their history…to follow a story of their family life. Melanie looked aghast. She was stunned, realizing what a mistake leaving her husband all to himself with his secret hobby.

“What exactly have you created here, Paul? It’s all discombobulated – a visual lie! Secure the covering immediately!” Then to the servants, “cancel all the arrangements for the unveiling tomorrow! This is a disaster!” Paul sank down next to the sculpture, defeated.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #449

Loss of her cats made her bitter

But didn’t miss smelly litter

A week not being thrown

When too many had sown

Seeds from many long time sitters.

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

dry limbs reach

sun’s heat is too strong

desert loss

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the enemy, dry

stretched branches seeking rainfall

pleading with the clouds

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#SenHai Saturday – 11/1/25

Heritage, in today’s world, it can take on a myriad of meanings depending who is saying it. If our current president speaks this word it’s usually in a sentence explaining his new golden Oval Office, or it could be the billions of dollars involved in building a huge ballroom no one wants. He claims that the heritage of our country demands these “improvements”. Another use of this word comes from history and the indigenous tribes that first occupied our country. When I think of heritage I think of my grandparents and generations working and living before them.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #440 – Heritage

https://mymindmappings.com/2025/10/31/fandangos-flashback-friday-october-31st/

He threw the rest of the paint supplies onto the pile. He looked forlornly at the landscape but threw all the red paint to cover it. He wanted no memories of the painting or the house that lived on the canvas. Memories started again to bubble up like a meal of undigested food, rancid and vile. If he could destroy the painting, maybe the horrific thoughts of that house would cease to cluster on the edge of the sane part of his mind. It was the other side of his brain that conjured the unbelievable images. The sights tortured him.

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31 October 2025