Remember the time you found
A hole in the wall
Well, maybe two or three
Or maybe when your shoe
Was lost, I needed to chew
An expensive pair too
How about when you told
Me to sit or stay
I turned and ran away
You deserve these flowers
For all the times I disobeyed
Please, please forgive me
How 'bout it, what do you say?
Wildflowers; or Olive Branch was written for Sadje’s prompt WDYS. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy 😊
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Today is the unveiling of the new piece by D. Cash. The much-anticipated creation by renowned artist of the year.
“What do you think it is?” asked the woman in the shorts. The crowd turned to each other and started throwing out guesses.
The man standing next to her, wearing a jacket and dark pants responds, “I think it is one of her famous oil paintings.” The crowd glares at him with a puzzled look on their faces.
The woman in the dress, jumps in, “who does oil paintings anymore. I bet it is a nude. I hope it’s a nude! At my age it’s all the action I’m gonna get.”
“A nude!” exclaimed the crowd.
Refusing to buy into that idea, they all shake their heads in disagreement. At that moment, a squeaky sound is heard from downstairs. Something, wooden and bulky being wheeled in and needing to be greased. Everyone turns their attention to that cringy sound. Curiosity is getting the best of them; they walk to the railing and look down.
The crowd gasps with mouths open. Much to their surprise, it was not a canvas at all. Rather, a live model painted in metallic gold and silver. The box the model was sitting in was open on the top. A spectacular sight for the senior crowd. The two men on the end, turn away with disappointment on their faces.
“You mean to tell me that I skipped Bingo for this! I’m outta here,” says the man on the end as he storms off.
Smiling and eyes wide with excitement, the lady in the dress makes her way downstairs. She wants to be front and center when the live model steps out of the box. The event organizer gathers everyone around to announce D. Cash and her art exhibit. After a brief introduction, the box opens, and the live model is revealed.
After a short moment, the lady in the dress quickly starts to frown.
“Well, is that it. You are not going to entertain us with a song and dance? What kind of showing is this?” she shouts. “I guess I better get back home. I can see more action sitting on my porch with my binoculars and a glass of lemonade.” mumbling to herself.
Exhibit of Crushed Expectation is written for the prompt by Sadje for WDYS. The lady in the dress thought she was going to see some action but was disappointed. She retreated to her home to do some sight-seeing of her own. 😁
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Read me to oblivion
Take me to a place
Fabricated by my mind
Intricate and curious
So many pages, so many books
Splashing my imagination
Like a bare canvas in waiting
Ideology combined with the mind
Where should I go next?
Mystery or romance
Fuse them together
It's the same dance
What is romance without mystery?
Past behaviors and repeated history
Teach us a thing or two about love
Cling to the strings of the heart
In these books we find so much art
Read Me to Oblivion was written for the WDYS prompt by Sadje.
Is it that time
Impending doom
The earth is combusting
About to be barren
-bare
No more breath can be heard
No more wildlife to roar
The world as we know it
-no more
Round, daylight orb, igniting
Making civilization extinct
Is It That Time, is written for the prompt by Sadje for WDYS. Thank you for the inspiration and the weekly prompts.
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Life is good, what can be better
Relaxing, no string or tether
The sun giving me strength
The water spreading cool
Just enough to level out the heat
Peaceful thoughts to be had at no cost
Looking up at the sky, mind getting lost
The shine of rays
Penetrating through the leaves
Captivating movement with every breeze
Sparks of new ideas and motivation
Encapsulating every wish and dream of mine
Innermost thoughts rushing in quickly
Reminding me to just enjoy life
and
Take it light
Taking It Light is written for the prompt by Sadje for WDYS. The inspiration was drawn from the image below provided for this week’s prompt.
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Driving by this corner
My eyes tear up like morning dew
I used to live here
Harsh nights, cold mornings
Even while I had no place to call home
Love and kindness resided in my heart
Now that an abode has found me
Sometimes the echoes of the street
Ring in my ears during the nightfall
Scrounging and scraping for loose change
Fallen from past days, reduced to panhandling
Now that an abode has saved me
I still cherish pieces of me from those fallen days
Thank you for stopping by to read! 🙏🏽🤍Panhandling Days in the Rearview is written for the prompt by Sadje.
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I can be at home
Just being all alone
Or feeding my brain
Breaking the mundane
Books piled from floor to ceiling
I’m in heaven, oh what a feeling
Abundance of choices, can I pick a genre
Something exciting like maybe a crime drama
No, crime fiction I meant
Getting the juices flowing
Carve me a corner
By the window, much warmer
Sun shining onto the pages
Aiding through those dull stages
Parts of the story already told
Scenes we can skip over
Carved corner all my own
Selfishly unwilling to share
Bound stories from cover to cover
Curiosity I wish to discovery
Carved Corner is written for the WDYS prompt by Sadje.
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Through the narrow lens
is a big bad world
take a step back
sit for a minute
absorb
assess
process
the ways of denizens
in the big bad world
hurrying, night and day
bumping shoulders
not breaking stride
Through the narrow lens
we venture to the street
no clear destination
evaporation into the night
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I drew inspiration from the prompt for WDYS by Sadje. Thank you as always for the prompts each week.
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Is the Third Time Really the Charm?
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Is the Third Time Really the Charm? is written for Sadje’s WDYS prompt.
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the middle of the ocean
all alone it seems
no one in sight
east west north south
the sun is turning down
darkness on the cusp
pitch black abyss arriving
deathly dark will soon settle
fear tries to hijack your thoughts
suddenly you remember
Isaiah forty-one, ten
slowly breath returning again
fear now ejected from your body
comfort and assurance ushers in
weakened sense of loneliness
sailing away and strength comes again
you see, being the lone ship in the sea
is not what it appears to be
just because the eyes can't see
doesn't mean his presence is absentee
the Creator is always there
no need to cast a life preserver
he is near to catch you
trust the waters
Trust the Waters, Secluded Not was written for the WDYS prompt by Sadje.
You are exactly where
you need to be.
When you land in a place
that looks unfamiliar,
why question it?
You think you should
be somewhere else. But
in reality, the place you are
today was destined for you,
only you.
If you see a friend and
they are ahead of you in their
career, don’t fret. Go at your
own pace. Maybe you are going
slower but your reward will be
greater when you arrive.
We all have those years of
progress, slow but steady.
Bumpy roads that feel like a
stop sign. The bumps are a
test to see if we will
keep going or quit.
You are exactly where
you need to be. We
can make all the plans in
the world but, we are not in
control; no, the Creator is.
You are exactly where
you need to be
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The writing is in response to the prompt by Sadje.
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A Triolet
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Longevity of Redwoods our love will endure
Umbrella canopy keeps us from drifting apart
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Strength for each other, our counterpart
Guard the covenant, our union will reassure
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Longevity of Redwoods our love will endure
Redwoods and Infinity Covenants was written in response to the prompt by Sadje. Thank you for stopping by to read💞
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*Poem revised on 3/12/26*
An Etheree
Love
Gives the
Courage to
Hope and instills
Passion to enjoy
Embody, realize
Happiness when it shows up
In your life, it is not luck that
Money flows your way, sheer fruit of efforts
The poem Essentials of Humanity was written for the prompt by Sadje. Thank you for taking the time to read.🙏🏽💞
The date is fuzzy
December, January
The birth, the lamb born
Twenty fifth or the seventh
Depends on what you believe
Birth of the Lamb is written in response to the prompt by Sadje.
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An Etheree
Psst
Hey you
Help, I'm lost
Where is my home
It is no longer
Bulldozed, trampled, gone
How can us fawns find safety
Where will we find food and shelter
Can we sleep in your backyard tonight
We have nowhere else to go, help us please
The poem, Where Is My Home? is written for WDYS prompt #312.
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