If clocks tell time And bells ring too Both will alert Something to you But clocks have gears And shiny cogs Here we have words And wordy blogs The writers here Have so much to say It varies though, A writer’s way If clockwork works And words work too We all know what We have to do We have to find The words we need To show we know That words can bleed Feelings come in Words out loud To draw them in To call the crowd So keep your pen Working away And I’ll read it Another day
I am no master but I try my best Each new day a mighty test To keep the tenet of the pack Looking forward, no looking back Standing up to what I know Watching those around me grow Positivity kept in check Negativity, no way in heck And through my laughter and my tears I think about all the years.
You’re not like me I’m not like you We’re like two peas In a pod that grew In some old garden Along an empty path So overgrown Mother Nature’s wrath. Someday our seeds Might come together fine But for now I wish you’re mine
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.
To superimpose that she had real big feet Lucy used towels and a comfortable sheet They were not that ugly, they were clean but she knew That if people saw something she’d see something too She didn’t want help nor some clean soft woolen socks She only wanted to be known for her long golden locks
One night in late July We had a jamboree Firecrackers fly Song in harmony The melody was right The group in unison Festivities with all Automatic fun Scintillating stars Burning in night skies Beauty is exploding A wonder for our eyes.
Waking up to a beam of sunlight warming your skin chilled by the damp night air that had settled. Hearing the birds chirping, singing sweet songs, no words, just beauty in the sound. Planning the day, thinking of friends, loving life as is.
Finding the beauty Knowing simple things are rare Within and without.
**The following poem is based on real events from last night**
Frog Life Hell
At precisely three am, I heard the blasted sound croaking in my pool, my mind goes spinning ’round How did they get back here? I didn’t ask them back. But apparently my pool is the omphalos of their pack.
I raced right out the door, the ground coffee in my hand Ready to fight the frogs off, ready to take my stand With a flicker of the pool lights And a switch on at the pump It would not take them long to see they had better start to jump
Don’t dress for me In underclothes That show your skin Head to your toes So I can see What you do hide On the in And outside Be provocative With someone new This lonely sole Is overdue For personal And life long dreams I know you know What I mean So I bid goodbye I am no fool Find yourself someone new
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