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| | | | | Thinking: My purpose is utterly unreliableIts fluctuation is quite undeniableIn all respects unverifiableDoing: At times it's a giver of careOr laboring as much as I dareElse enjoying the hobbies and people I shareBeing: So the best I can sayIs my purpose changes each dayAnd I find that it's rather okay W3 Prompt #102: Wea've WrittenWeekly... | |
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| | | | | I met a prattling womanFrom her mouth, the words kept a-comin'Critical talk-talk-talk-talkLike a hen: bawk-bawk-BAWK'til I finally exploded and said, "You realize, don't you, that you aren't the only person in this room, or this organization, this town, this country, or this world, right? You need to stop talking. Stop talking. Listen. Take a breath.... | |
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| | | | | water memories come to shore sunlight danced on the waves galore sand squelched between my chubby toes water sprayed on my freckled nose, I couldn't ask for more sandcastle shapes from buckets pour a day at the beach was no chore parade all day in swimming clothes, memories come to shore hanging from the dock... | |
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| | | I walk the empty park trails Winding a serene lake One lone fisherman perched at shore A deserted bench yearning for comfort I feel the waning warmth upon bare skin Listen to northern breezes rustle tree leaves Heed the warning of cold days ahead W3 Prompt #177: Wea've WrittenWeekly poet of the week, Lisa, prompts... | ||
