Some days you’re in the zone
Poems or stories well shown
Easy come the words that day
Written while you smile away
But then a day when nothing fits
Words contemplated give you fits
It’s just another day you think
Lots of paper with no brain ink.
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https://fivedotoh.com/2019/08/22/fowc-with-fandango-written/#like-33924
https://cyranny.com/2019/08/22/zone-word-of-the-day-challenge/#like-49406
Dan over at https://nofacilities.com/2019/08/22/contributed-by-skippy-thursdaydoors/#like-21361 today reminded me of this comedy we saw years ago. One of the photos shown was The American Thread Company, hence this film. It’s a slapstick delight with Nathan Lane (you gotta love him in anything) and Lee Hunt.
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“Life should imitate nature”
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Isolation from the “norm”
A present goal in society
No matter the beauty
Without or within
Fear is ever present
Consider violets
Different colors and shapes
Some consider them weeds
I only see unique beauty
Employ concordance
Embrace differences.
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Writing to an old friend
Almost fifty years
Raising children, a business together
Relationships may vary, come or go
A true friend remains.
https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/08/22/thursday-inspiration-18/#like-20113
They said go! and you shall see
A great world waiting thee
But here I am waiting, suddenly debating
Impatiently humming, no bus coming
Should I stay or should I flee?
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https://patriciasplace.me/2019/08/21/in-other-words-waiting/
Nostalgia reigned as we gathered for the concert. Most of us were wearing our ragged shirts from their first concert we attended as a group of college students in the seventies. It was wonderful seeing everyone again and the music brought back memories of our younger carefree days.
A lot had changed in our lives, some lovers of that time married, ended up disillusioned in divorce, others grew weary of the college life and dropped out. The military had claimed the life of one of our group. We met, drank, laughed, shed a tear of loss, but celebrated being together.
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100 words
Today’s prompt: busboy, flowerbed, Maryland
A typical Maryland afternoon, humidity pressing down causing my linen bustier to uncomfortably melt into my skin. Lunch on the restaurant veranda she insisted and mother always got her way. The day was warmer than expected and high noon lunch was a ninety degree delight. The patio was buffeted by a flowerbed, where even the petals of my favorite rose drooped in the heat.
My only consolation was the constant wariness of the busboy, who smiled as he took his time cleaning the surrounding tables. However, his beauty and charm made the bustier grow tighter and warmer.
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https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/three-things-challenge-pl157/#like-20110
Trouble, right here in River City. . .”The Music Man” starring Robert Preston in this scene:
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https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2019/08/21/daily-addictions-august-21-2019/#like-327
I spy with my little eye
A world so blue, yes it’s true
Sad sights I see of poverty
No compassion or charity
Cruel acts, hateful words
The everyday becomes absurd
A dream begins I cannot put away
A better place but it won’t stay
I fear my vision so gray a cloud
I hide my eyes from it in doubt
The vision cannot be changed
The world refuses to rearrange
Fear and hatred running free
My dream now seems in defeat
https://amanpan.com/2019/08/19/brewnspew-cafe-august-19-2019/
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