The Bag Lady

snow filled streaks

hazy mountain chills

fog obscures

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mountains dressed in blues

cloud polka dot in the sky

foggy hems hidden

nature knows how to impress

her couture designs pleasing

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SenHai Saturday #27

Where was the vision of compatriots
Men and women in congress slots
Where was their eye when they voted
What did they see or were wrongly devoted
Where was the vision of people in judge seats
Who ignored crimes done in repeat
Where were the thoughts of lazy minders
Asked to get votes or illegally “find them”
Where are the rules we visioned and fought for?

Weekend Writing Prompt #443 – Vision

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 22, 2025

Joey loved his bonsai printed knapsack, not the envy of his mates. On the way to school, Joey admired a real bonsai plant, but saw it was too near a puddle, so rescued it. The tree rejoiced in his act.

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This was a tough one!🤓

Can You Tell A Story In…

Save us from this calamity

Who speaks with hilarity

Take his presence from the post

Give him what he wants most

An audience of sycophants

Who gladly do the “yes” dance

The crowds of weak and spineless men

Who choose not to remember when

These tactics caused a world at war

Just who was he elected for?

He needs a golden mirror image

Never plays to the right homage –

For the people, not for him

He treats his job as just a whim

Money and gold he piles and skims

Send him on a golden boat

To a castle with a high moat

So high he cannot escape

Remove his phone and audio tapes

Let us breathe free air again

Bring back our country’s freedom reign.

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Writing Prompts

Fire

Heating my soul

Anger coursing through me

I clench my fists in the conflict

A blaze

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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 27: BLAZE is your inspiration.

A simple bouquet from the rock garden, proof that beauty can emerge from roughness. Hesitating to grab it, but had nothing else to offer. Only this morning was he free. Ten years away, he wondered if her letters were true. Would she still love the arrogant protester ending up in jail for his views? Of course he had mellowed, it was necessary in that horrible space. He lived only for her words, written in tear stained script. He also wept as he read them. Now he was going to surprise her. He clutched the flowers and knocked on her door.

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21 November 2025

Keep it short and sweet

A readable treat

Not my style

I think a while

Then scorch the post

Like a weeny roast

See what I mean…

It might be my genes

At least not obscene

From family puisne?

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One-Liner Wednesday – My theory

Used the news for a guide

On what to decide

Followed the herd

No search for true words

A sad state of affairs

Attitude, who cares?

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Three Things Challenge #MM248

She wanted to feel less, but the single word would not let her. Betrayal.

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Feel, Less, Word