Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “scene.” Use it any way you like. Have fun! https://lindaghill.com/2023/04/21/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-22-2023/
I usually don’t write religious things, not for any reason either way, but as I wrote this it worked well.
and look real hard
the scene’s been set
They’ve dealt the card
There is no way
of turning back
You have no choice
you’re on this track
So hang on tight
and clasp your hands
your prayers are said
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with gen.” Find a word that starts with “gen” and use it in your post. Have fun!
What is true generosity? Is it giving people some part of something you have bought? Is it giving someone your time? Who is the judge? The person who is giving or the person who is receiving? How is it measured? Are some people more generous because they give more or is it because what they give is better? Is someone who gives $100 to a needy person more generous than a person who spends $8 on a Big Mac Value Meal for that needy person?
Once you start thinking about it, the more questions you have.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “antic.” Use it as a word or find a word that contains it. Bonus points if you do both. Enjoy!
Its all semantics
but in view of their antics
the two romantics
of their beautiful
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in a cabin she built by hand. When it had been spring and large leaves were prolific, she would gather the green sheets and other sprigs of wood to make her shelter more substantial. The girl wasn’t afraid of wild animals and actually loved to sprint through the trees with the squirrels and rabbits.
One day the girl went looking for her squirrel friends but noticed the forest was very quiet. There were no hopping rabbits, no sneaky foxes, and no squawking birds. The girl became very afraid. She hid quietly in her tiny cabin, hoping that whatever had taken her friends wouldn’t be able to find her. Luckily she had plenty of food and water to sustain her hiding. And there she hid.
Many years later, hunters found a miniature cabin, one that looked to be build by Snow White’s Seven Dwarfs. The cabin was empty of life but the walls were stocked high with different foods, now rotten, and cups of water, completely dry from evaporation. The cabin was talked about by the locals but no one would admit to building it and no one ever came forward to claim it. The story of the tiny cabin became a local tale reminding children to never wander in the woods alone.
sprint, sprig, spring https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/03/04/three-things-challenge-m257/
wild animal https://lindaghill.com/2023/03/03/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-4-2023/
The shriek slowly faded as I walked away
Ruining my exercise that precipitates my day
The drumming continued and the peacefulness topped
Like vines along barns grown too thick to be cropped
I clung to my sweater spread right ‘cross my back
I was flummoxed to see the cement had a crack
Was it water in there hunting for a space to hide?
Like a natural trowel I impulsively tried
To look in the crack, a real tight place to see
If this was the place the cacophony might be
I employed all my senses, visions coming right back
Like the floods and the blooms of springtime’s attack
When all of a sudden I saw in that space
All the creatures were having a chummy embrace
There was music and balloons like tiny small dots
There were young little creatures banging on pots
They were celebrating something, I’d never know
But back to my exercising I had to go.
barns thick clung topped blooms walked spread drumming faded hunt peace floods https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/wordle-590/
trowel, cement, water https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/29/three-things-challenge-m223/
You live in a world where no Gods exist
where fantasy’s real and wishes will die
Nefarious creatures you face by the dozens
to do nothing more than than leer and tell lies.
But how do you yield to a power so bold
To lurch to the front of this crowd?
Without leaving truths spun so even and fine
yet speak in harsh words so terribly loud.
Time to throw in the towel, leave through the door
put the past far from that part of your mind
Of course the best path to take this time ’round
Verify any old clues you can easily find.
throw in the towel https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/27/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2023-daily-prompt-jan-28th/
lurch, leer, face https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/27/three-things-challenge-m221/
You live in a world where no Gods exist https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/01/26/reenas-xploration-challenge-265/
Once upon a time
in an ordinarily boring way
a stodgy tribal chief
made a platter out of clay
He measured inch by inch
the details are a blur
He awakened the next afternoon
His speech a weak, low slur
The pastor in the town
came giving out good vibes
His beatitudes were sincere
He knew the chief imbibes
They sat quiet in a chair
to ponder the last day
and realized with a start
there was a new ceramic tray.
The tray was full of food
there was fruit and a lot of meat
They lunched and said with grace
That each bite’s a yummy treat.
©2023 CBialczak Poetry
weak, awaken, chief https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/three-things-challenge-m208/
“Once upon a time,” https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/13/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2023-daily-prompt-jan-14th/
It takes an experienced explorer to find something brand new
Its like they knew before him, the advent rang untrue
Wound up in quite a tizzy before they plummet to the ground
It takes a broader spectrum of adventuring abound
So with the change in seasons we welcome a new thrill
And ward off any evil eyes that peer right through and chill
And what is that upon us when waking in the mist
A newer happy ending without a negative twist
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
season, chill, plummet https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/12/31/three-things-challenge-m194/
new, knew https://lindaghill.com/2022/12/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-31-2022/
Linda gives us the prompt each week. Join in here: https://lindaghill.com/2022/12/02/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-3-2022/
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “twin/tween.” Use, “twin” or “tween” any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!
My sister and I look alike I guess. She is almost three years older than I am. She was almost a twin to my mother when comparing their photos from when my mother was young. Once, when I was in my early twenties, I had stopped by her condo and gone to get a drink. There was a picture on the refrigerator and I wondered why there was a picture of me and John, her husband at the time, on the refrigerator. Yes, you guessed it, it was her and John, but I swear I thought it was me! As we have aged I tend to look like a “twin” of how she looked at that age. One thing is true though, we sound very much alike on the phone. We are however not alike in any other ways that I can think of.
Now there’s my daughter. We have been told we look like sisters and I wouldn’t say twins there either. Some of my older pictures when put next to hers look like we could have been twins. Funny thing is we sound alike, laugh alike, and have many of the same mannerisms, even now that we haven’t lived in the same house for at least three years.
Join Linda and the rest of us here: https://lindaghill.com/2022/11/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-26-2022/
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
We were out on a date
It was there on my plate
a creepy crawler
I tried not to scream
Was this part of a dream?
No chance in that
Food ended up on the mat
What did they say
when they took it away?
“Do you want more?”
But I ran for the door.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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