Meander through land
River making its own mark
leaves a path behind.
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #277 River&Path
Category: Christine Bialczak poetry
FOWC with Fandango – derail
Dingo was a dog
He had a special bowl
He had a real long leash
He knew how to dig a hole.
Dingo loved his papa
Dingo loved his toy
Dingo loved his mama
He was a cutie boy.
Dingo was upset
Dingo chased his tail
He couldn’t find his toy
He was going to derail.
His mama she looked hard
His papa he did too
They found his little toy
It was his owner’s shoe!
Your Daily Word Prompt: plausible
From Sunday, a day late but still plausible that I get my poetry down…
Possibilities are endless
Love is always available
Actions are immediate
Understand the potential
Sit and ponder your choices
Imagine the future
Believe in yourself
Love others
Embody life to its fullest
One Word Sunday: Yellow
Welcome to One Word Sunday, and over to all of you to join the challenge with your own yellow post.
Yellow is a color that isn’t black or blue
It is a brighter shade of cream, a different sort of hue.
It can be found upon the back of a little bumble bee
Or at the top of some old family’s finest Christmas Tree.
It is the sun, it is the flower, it is a lump of gold.
It isn’t something hard or soft, nothing you can hold.
Can you think of one more thing that makes this color work?
I cannot think of one more thing, I’m going quite berserk.
The Sunday Whirl #427
Jimmy Joe
Jimmy Joe was ten years old and such a smart young boy
He didn’t have much time to read or even use a toy.
Jimmy Joe would use a light to probe his mom and dad
For finding a new book on crime he knew his parents had.
The book would be about the tricks that mobsters used to do
To rob a bank or steal a car or hijack you-know-who.
He went to bed at night at nine and woke up on one side
He’d struggle to find where he was in the dark, he rarely liked to hide.
His parents designed a new sort of game that Jimmy Joe did love
He had to start with both his hands inside of just one glove.
He’d go and ask his grandma for a nickel and a dime
He’d take those coins and shake them in a bottle full of slime.
Conducting labs with salt and coins was such a silly time
He had to finish all this mess before he heard the chime.
The chime was there to tell him that he had to finish up
The slime, he’d pour it in his hand and then into a cup.
The moral of the story is that Jimmy Joe did find
That making a mess and cleaning it up was on his parents’ mind.
Weekend Writing Prompt
Twilight: 44 words or less
What is twilight but a time between light and dark? Is it twilight all of the time as the world rotates and it occurs somewhere at each moment? Is my twilight the same as the twilight a mile away, ten miles, 100 miles away?
Haikai Challenge #110
Halloween
Children eat candy
Parents think about dentists
Candy is gone now.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dress.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Dresses come in size and shape
don’t ask a monkey, ask the ape.
She wears a dress of silver thread
from her belly to below her head.
or is the silver on her back?
Do just the males like to attack?
The fur they have is like a dress
to other clothes there’s no access.
But what does this have to do with me?
Look at my clothes and then you’ll see!
I dress so simply for comfort
A bit nicer for a fancy spurt.
But never do I worry for
no one comes to my front door.
FOWC with Fandango — Irate
Today’s word from Fandango is “irate.”
If you’re mad then you’re irate
But don’t you go and take that bait.
They’ll hook you only if they can
They’ll say you’re not a stronger man.
They want you to feel guilt and shame
But you’ll be the only one to blame.
Don’t say a word to that nonsense
Build up that wall, put up that fence.
Show them that your heart is strong
And this will only prove they’re wrong.
FOWC with Fandango — Total
Tally
Only
The
Available
Liveries
Stine Writing 
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