You make yourself: Compilation 5/11/2022

Tauten your tie
put on your vest
No being furtive
just be your best
Creativity abounds
a human response
like bread needing yeast
never kneaded enough
The whole of your being
like dough in your hand
you sculpt yourself perfect
to be such a man.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

One-Liner Wednesday – I love my neighbourhood

Linda G Hill is the host:

One item on my bucket list is to visit an old estate or abandoned building and have an interaction with a spirit, ghost, apparition, or whatever you want to call it, so that I can have proof in something that has always fascinated me!

Long Island Ghost Hunters

Fandango’s Provocative Question #164

Fandango asks a question each week

How do you feel about Elon Musk’s intention to reinstate Donald Trump’s Twitter account and his rational for doing so?

Well, first of all, they look alike with different hair and skin tone.

I think that Elon Musk is like Trump and like Putin and all the other rich people who think they own the world because they can afford it. I don’t think anyone should give a rat’s ass about whether Trump posts his stupid comments on Twitter. Every word out of his mouth makes him look like more of an ass, so maybe some of his followers will finally get the picture. Musk just wants the notoriety of this controversy. Why else would he even care? When you are that rich why do you give a hoot whether some impeached-twice president can post crap on social media? How about feeding the hungry kids in the world? Maybe look past Trump and you’ll see Putin behind him with pictures of all the people that have been killed in Ukraine. Maybe then Musk might turn around and not care about the guy.

Just saying….

Simply 6 minutes: 10th May


Christine of Stine Writing is our hostess for the Simply 6 Minutes photo challenge.
You can find out more here

Picture courtesy
It was love at first sight.
Two lonely souls brought together by fate.
One had been abandoned, the other neglected and unnoticed, but they formed a kinship second to none, and as the years progressed, were inseparable.
Their forest friends protected them from the elements, closing ranks in bad weather, expanding out to let in the sun. Theirs was a unique union, a peaceful life of coexistence, both knowing that one day like the mythical Sword in the Stone, One would come to release them, and they would again be alone.
But not yet.
For now they were content to simply Be and hoped that they could just be left alone.

111 words.

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