The Bag Lady

“Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until they open their mouths.”

https://lindaghill.com/2019/09/18/one-liner-wednesday-same-thing/

The public defender asked for clemency

The judge denied it

“Protests, no matter if silent and nonviolent, are antagonistic” he shouted.

Meanwhile the man struck down by poverty, surrounded by a land of riches, weeps.

https://fivedotoh.com/2019/09/18/fowc-with-fandango-clemency/#like-35097

https://cyranny.com/2019/09/18/antagonistic-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-49725

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https://rugby843.blog

Sunshine in windows

Morning coffee brew

Strength to rise again

Dishes drying

Postman’s clutter

Factory’s noon whistle.

Spending life waiting for the routine to end before beginning the day once more. Occupied with reading, listening, watching, all the while waiting, anticipating with hope, dreaming it will change, but if not, waiting for it to end.

https://dversepoets.com/2019/09/17/waiting-for-a-poem/

Please await my show

Pause in your garden journey

Autumn blooms coming

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/18/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-september-18th-2019-pause/#like-18682

Heard this song for the first time today, liked it, thought I’d share. 😄

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https://rugby843.blog

It is all the rage

New look, new age

Going native is what it’s called

I was hardly enthralled

The nude look is not really my style

And for him, well it’s been a while

His trying to duplicate

The 17 year old mate

He was when we first met

Oh my god, shouldn’t regret

Seeing the vision

But was his decision

After a while

I had to smile

Native was when I fell into his ardor

I think it’s an image I can harbor

Reliving romantic memories

I’m happy he too, is thinking of these

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https://fivedotoh.com/2019/09/17/fowc-with-fandango-duplicate/#like-35086

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/09/17/native/

My first attempt at this Prompt from dVerse poets.com

The line I choose is from Robert Frost’s Birches: “They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.”

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White birch trees complimented the green of the Vermont landscape, much like the black and white Holsteins dot the low hills. Both are striking contrasting visions to the lush emerald hues surrounding them. With age and weather, “as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel” the smoother white bark curls and opens to reveal the dark inner self. This is truly aging with beauty.

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https://dversepoets.com/

Golden moon

The nighttime watcher

Shine on announcing autumn

Your beauty is incomparable

Orange gold purveyor of the coming chill.

https://amanpan.com/2019/09/16/brewnspew-cafe-september-16-2016/?blogsub=confirming#subscribe-blog

Love

Always

Requited

Displayed often

My attention shown in my reflection

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/17/photo-challenge-281/#like-18668