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Judging books by covers
It’s the way of the world To judge a book by its cover Be they boy or girl Each is like no other It’s nonsense I say To do it that way There’s so much inside That’s not trying to hide It just waits to be found By those who are clever When they get around To looking beyond the cover
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I Should Have Said Something
I should have said somethingInstead I said nothingNow I’m left to wonderCould I have stopped this blunder?Or would it have happened anywayDespite what I had to say The words were in my mouthI could have let them outInstead I bit my tongueAnd swallowed words that stungTo spare someone’s feelingsThat now need some healing Would it have made it betterIf I had broke my fetters?Or would it have been worseIf I had been adverse?I guess we’ll never knowSince I was too yellow I should have said something, now no one can hear me. Posted in response to the daily prompt.
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Memories of Days Gone By
I’ve enjoyed the days of other-when With all my good old friends But today is where I now abide The past can only be a guide I truly miss my friends of yore And all the fun we had before Those memories are truly golden And to my friends I am beholden But life moves on so very fast That memories are all that last The things I do with my new friends I know that they too soon will end And what today seems sharp and crisp Will soon be as a will-o-wisp
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The Benefits of a Reel Mower
I cut my grass with a reel mower. No engine turns the rotors for me. They turn only because I push the mower. I need to do this twice a week. The work is hard, my arms get tired My heart beats faster than I like If it’s wet, the wheels get mired Someday soon I’ll go on strike But it gets easier as summer goes by The grass doesn’t seem so tough I’m not saying it’s as easy as pie But there’re fewer times I huff and puff I look in a mirror and see muscles there My frame is more trim and fit And no need to give up my éclairs I should have foreseen this benefit I should cut grass all year round It’s cheaper than going to a gym Even when there’s frost on the ground Just to keep myself slim Written in response to the Daily Prompt
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The Magic Door
A book is such a wondrous thing It takes you anywhere you want to go It gives you dreams on which to cling It shows you things you yearn to know To foreign planets or foreign lands Or somewhere just around the block When you’ve a book in your hands You have the key to every lock Go back in time through history To learn about what used to be Or some far-flung future fantasy The words will set my mind free I have my magic door, my time machine And I feel I can read the author’s mind I watch it all without being seen In each book where words are enshrined
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Torch to the Rescue
Written in response to the daily prompt First Sight: Whether a person, a pet, an object, or a place, write about something or someone you connected with from the very first second. The following is a fictionalized account of an incident during the Katrina clean-up: When Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, many pets were abandoned as their owners fled the storm. When the search and rescue teams came to help those who stayed, they had to deal with these scared and hungry pets. One of those rescuers found a dog that stole his heart. The rescue team had arrived a few days before and had already searched one neighborhood door by door. They were now working on a second area. Jimmy waded up to the door from the raft and put the entry tag next to the door of the house. It was hard work pushing these doors open. Most of them were wooden doors swollen from all the water they were now sitting in. He had to put his shoulder into this one to get it unstuck. His partner, Kevin, stood close by ready to handle anything unexpected. Sometimes when they opened the door a snake would float out…
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The Past Decides the Future
I look back at all the years, All the joys and all the tears. I think about what’s ahead, As I lay quietly in my bed. I know I should try to sleep, But these memories softly creep Into my head and through my mind, To the place where they’re enshrined. The good, the bad, the in between, All the things that I have seen, They make me who I am today, They frame the words I have to say. Without my memories I would not be Who I am, they make me free.
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Saved by Grace
May is national short story month. I don’t know in which nation; but somewhere in the world it is. Short Stories are at least 1000 words but no more than 7500 words. In keeping with the flash fiction part of my blog, I will be writing some flash short stories throughout the month. Saved by Grace is one of them. An elderly lady was preparing her lunch for the day. It was going to be a simple vegetable style soup. Her son had gone to the grocery store for her to get frozen vegetables the day before and she had plenty to choose from. She got a bouillon from the spice cabinet and put it in water on the stove to warm up. Next she pulled out the safety scissors her son had bought for her after she had cut her hand using regular scissors. He had removed all the sharp knives from the house because she had the shakes all the time now. She was just cutting open the bag of carrots when she heard a sound at the door. She walked slowly through the kitchen with her walker to go to answer the door. That’s when the…
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Dinosaur Technology: Letter Writing
We used to write letters to each other Saying what was on our minds Pouring our hearts out onto paper And carry them with us day after day Words we heard from our mothers Treasures we could not elsewhere find
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Hot and Spicy
Hot and spicy, a fire in your mouth Watch the red rise on your face The tears form in your eyes Hot and spicy, some people really like it Not me, not me Hot and spicy, your head’s going to explode The burning might never end This feeling might finish me Hot and spicy, on inferno in my mind What to do, what to do Hot and spicy, quick get me some water Oh no, it’s getting hotter And this is only three of ten Hot and spicy, I’m such a spice wimp Yes it’s true, yes it’s true