
Joe loved to work out with a jog
But now he tripped over a log
He fell in the mud
Yelled out, “this is crud!”
Because he landed in a bog!
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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Joe loved to work out with a jog
But now he tripped over a log
He fell in the mud
Yelled out, “this is crud!”
Because he landed in a bog!
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Laughing Along With A Limerick


A warm coffee on a cold morning.
That I can drink that coffee without much sugar at all!
When you genuinely want to know how they are.
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Get to Know You #102!



amazing structure
such a powerful image
how tiny earth seems
—
ominous grayness
abandoned in the beyond
we sit and stare at our home
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SenHai Saturday #66

As you may have guessed, today’s word is protest. Write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word protest. You can write about a protest you were apart of, or why you think protests are of no use. You can take inspiration from, “The lady doth protest too much, methinks””(spoken by Queen Gertrude, in Act 3, scene 2 of Hamlet by William Shakespeare)
Have fun!
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Join us please in the protest
remember to bring only your best
signs of discord
we can’t afford
to get too sharp, they don’t like pointed
or anything too disjointed.
Their brains hardly recognize words
One of the reasons their ideas are absurd!
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One of the best I saw on FB:


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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 22, 2026

Tripping
Over
My
Own
Feet
Is what happens when I rush headlong into a new situation, but fun!
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Weekend Writing Prompt #482 – Headlong

Many things sparks my creativity, here on WP are photos, words and challenges.
Listening/watching tv zaps my energy.
My dream home would have log walls, trees and flowers, and a garden.
Not locking my wheelchair wheels is the silliest way I’ve injured myself.
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delicate footprints
stating we were here today
foraging the sands
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Haiku Fridays with J-Dub #17


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Joe hesitated on the step. It wasn’t the first time he tried to go inside, and turning around and getting back into his car seemed the better option. He couldn’t see the man sitting back on the right side. Could it be he, too, was reluctant to meet? Thirty years had passed and Joe thought he probably wouldn’t recognize the father he only knew a few years. George was also uncomfortable, twisting a bit in his chair in the old fashioned lobby. He had reason to be, but with failing health he wanted to see his son before anything happened.
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21 August 2026

There was a bit of tittle-tattle going on after Joe left the yoga class. Everyone knew he loved space, planets, spaceship travels, etc, but to wear them on his breeches? In a public place? Pjs maybe, but here?
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Can You Tell A Story In…
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