The Sunday Whirl

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It’s a vicious mix of drink
No justice til you’re done
Say cheers to those who think
You’ll never be the one.

It settles in your gut
even when you sway and weave
You climb down off your shelf
you brush dust off your sleeve.

It’s a line of chain events
which tell you who’s the boss
stuck in a sticky web
you’re surely meant for loss.

So you send a friendly wave
and call to those nearby
In a month or two
They won’t remember you didn’t try.

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The Sunday Whirl: The Cat gets scared!

The Cat sat there waiting by the light of the moon

He wanted the kids here, he wanted them soon.

He thought he saw something shine up in his eye

He heard something breathing, he heard something sigh.

From around a sharp corner a thing did appear

The cat heard a bark. He didn’t want to show fear.

It was almost the morning, time to look for the sound

It wasn’t a mean dog, not even a hound.

It was the kids for the Cat, they were playing a trick

Feeling no divine intervention, the Cat he felt sick.

The kids felt real sorry for scaring their buddy

Pasting on a fake smile even though feeling cruddy.

The Cat gasped real loud when he saw the kids cry

He thought they should open their minds and should try

To follow the Cat’s lead to have fun for the time

Just having fun and laughing isn’t a crime

So they went on together to enjoying their day

The kids and the Cat had games they would play.

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Wordle 484

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The Cat Plays Teacher

The Cat in the Hat was a master of stories
he knew what to tell the small kids.
He talked of a wall taller than a great giant
and how grownups just did what they did.

The black of his fur was incredibly soft
so the children would snuggle up close
Holding a hand or maybe his tail
Not knowing what it means to impose.

The Cat didn’t care that the kids wanted cuddles
as long as he sat ‘gainst the wall
He had a long night and awfully long morning
and didn’t want to risk that he’d fall.

He thought he could buy some good silver tape
and tape himself up straight and nice
Then after he read a few stories to them
would give them some valuable advice.

He’d tell both the kids that they shouldn’t forget
that bedtime is good for your brain
and he’d throw in a reason or two, maybe three
’bout how no sleep can make you insane.

The Cat would continue to tell both the kids
that a narrow path needs to expand
and leading a search or archeology dig
is like leading a great big brass band.

He’d give them both tips that were equally good
to impress both their parents with how
He looked like a cat but was so super smart
And that was the Cat’s cue to bow.

He’d thank the small kids and both of their folks
and leave without leaving a mess
Dad would be getting his slippers and cozy bathrobe
while Mom just stood in her dress.

The kids said goodnight and said all their prayers
to show their folks that they behaved
Then they snuck to the window to make sure the cat
turned around and remembered to wave.

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The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 483

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Nonsense

When I listen to the wind
I hear sounds from my home
sounds so soft and tender
like big bubbles upon new foam.

The gratitude I hear right now
helps feed my hungry mind
there is no simple frill or vibe
no, nothing of that kind.

And so I lay upon my bed
of silver sheets and spread
while all the sounds around me
flow softly through my head.

And when I find my road is done
I will not mince a word
I finally put my finger on it
My family says I’m absurd.

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The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 482

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Being Creative

I took the fabric and made a slit
I tried to trace the design that fit

I printed the face right on the back
I didn’t want the crease to make a crack

I sewed on the lace to edge the sleeve
I tried tiptoeing softly as I started to leave

I still have my ideas of what to make
An infinite number of ideas at stake

I try to embrace those feelings I know
And complete my project before I go.

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Wordle 481

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Family, team, passing, owe, progress, rural, soul, back, power, act, joy, those

My Family

Welcome to my family
a family of fine friends
we are like a football team
where the game-play never ends.

We spend our time together
passing things we like along
we owe it ourselves right now
to show that we are all strong.

Progress that my family makes
is not a rural thing
its like a sort of city scape
with soul and lots of bling.

We have each others backs now
so empty power doesn’t win
the act of being like a team
brings joys to us within.

To those of you who understand
then welcome to my home
If you think that I am strange
Find a new place you can roam.

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Wordle 480

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Drive Away

When you find yourself at crossroads

And do not know who you should call

You’ll hear a soft, distant rattle

From a distance too far to fall

You’ll want to hold your hands up high

Find a new path you want to take

Wait until the words come to you

A simple speech that you can make

And when you think you are suspect

And you can feel shame coming on

Pay your toll and just drive away

And soon you will be too far gone.

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Wordle 479

The Cat Wins Again

The Cat in the Hat could deny it no further
the amount of action he endured had to stop

He tried to trim time to save kids from boredom
He’d laughed and stretched out like an old, musty mop.

In the grand scheme of things, the cat sounded right
It was his dry sense of humor that children don’t get

But they still loved the cat with his infamous tricks
And upon a high pedestal that cat was soon set

With each singular joke that the cat tried to play
the children would crack at his jovial wit.

The cat he did triumph the times that they played
Along with this cat these children stayed fit.

The parents would wilt at the sign of his coming
and try to foil his full day of plans

But the children were having too much fun now to stop
Like playing a telephone with two empty cans.

So they kept on and had fun despite parents fear
The cat was just innocently being a sport

The parents bowed their heads, knowing they lost
and allowed him to stay without any retort.

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The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 477

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She held out her hands. The skin leading up to her elbows was dry and there was a scar on her left arm. The gel that she spread on her arm had a bite to it, a sting she would have called it. She was no longer able to bend her arm after the accident and the weakness in her hand made her spill things. Her mother had bought her that frilly pair of gloves to help her hide her imperfections but with each passing day it seemed the list of problems grew. She had tried to call her dad but with all the COVID lockdowns she was no longer able to keep tabs on his whereabouts.

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The Bird – The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #477

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The Bird

I’ve heard there’s a bird
who was grim and was blue
he didn’t have much
that he liked to do.

He’d dribble when drinking
and groan with each bite
Other birds stared with pity
some knew he wasn’t quite right.

From up in the tree top
amongst leaves and debris
the bird was disgusted
and wondered how this could be.

So with a smile and a shrug
he acquiesced to his prowess
he decided to figure
to rid life of its foulness.

Instead of his usual
crying high in the tree
he decided his bawling
was in no way healthy

with a ruffle of feathers
and a flick of his beak
up the treetop he went
and he began there to speak

It was inevitable that he
got right to the tip
done lamenting on faults
his attitude did flip.

He looked at the sky,
and inhaled really quick
and fell to the ground
where the cushioning was thick.

He ran to the edge
of the forest he knows
and screamed from his lungs
He said “My old life blows!”

So a new life began
right there on the spot
the bird he was smokin’
The new bird was hot.

He had some new friends
and he laughed and he played
and with his new friends
is the place that he stayed.

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