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Day 164 prompt: Four (a haiku) four golfers hear fore three hit the floor / last gets sore his forehead done for
Day 164 prompt: Four (a haiku) four golfers hear fore three hit the floor / last gets sore his forehead done for
Day 163 prompt: Curves for many long years of self-consciousness and ridicule (some real, most imaginary) the carpenter’s friend belonged to the itty bitty titty committee childbirth weight gain and age […]
Day 162 prompt: School Class reunion approaches Wondering who will appear The crowd may be the usual But relationships have veered Some presumed friends for life Run in my circles no […]
Day 161 prompt: Every Day Sights Before my eyes are even open I feel my husband’s presence by the bed He leans over to kiss me goodbye Too bleary to see […]
Day 160 prompt: Pasta See my sweet bikini? I borrowed it from Jeanie. It wasn’t quite so teeny ‘Til I ate all that linguini.
Day 159 prompt: Frilly (a limerick) The bar has a bouncer named Billy Who likes to wear shirts that are frilly But don’t try it there, minor Or you might get […]
Day 158 prompt: Autumn Spring green years of childhood sprout grow Summer hot spell of young adulthood bloom flourish Autumn colorful time of middle age harvest change Winter gray period of […]
Day 157 prompt: The Letter F if you eff it the air turns fair your act becomes fact the east gets to feast lower makes a flower the lame turns to […]
Day 156 prompt: Seeds For seeds of change to grow The seeds of doubt must go
Day 155 prompt: Seven I’d like to alter calendars So we have a different view. Let’s place Friday until Sunday In the middle of the queue: W Th F S Su […]
Day 154 prompt: Purple The three-toothed carnie Said his name was b… Bartholomew Her amethyst drapes Were the color of g… Garlic blossoms The subjects’ loyalty Belongs to their r… Ranking […]
Day 153 prompt: Portrait (a haiku) ancestor faces … staring into distant eyes fearing resemblance
Day 152 prompt: Cement (a haiku) silver-gray cement still glossy after repair resist urge to touch
Day 151 prompt: Pipes (a haiku) Comfort, irritant Depending on the Sunday Organ pipes move me
Day 150 prompt: Rule of Thirds A well-composed photo Complies with the rule of thirds A well-composed poem Just needs the right words