Oranges, reds and watery blue - Wintry grays though seep on through.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme “a splash of color”. Against the gray of coming winter there is still some color in the woods and along the lake.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. Most of the leaves are gone and the weather turned cold, but I still enjoyed a trip to Lake Michigan. All worth a smile or two.
Bill reached too far. He was the one Who spoke our compromising spell. We warned him to beware of hell, But Billy laughed. He'd just begun. He had more wicked laps to run. It happened at that twisted bend. We'll leave to medics who'll pretend They knew the cause of Billy's death. In dreams we smell his fetid breath. We hear him scream, "Please, make this end!"
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the rhyme word “one” must appear in the A rhymes of the poem with a rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
Joan was worried when she heard them clip phrases from her testimony before broadcasting it through their propaganda machines. That they got away with those distortions made her think the coup couldn’t be stopped.
However, Joan’s whistleblowing was the key to evidence that was now being confirmed. She couldn’t see what was happening, but then she didn’t need to. She only had to do her part which she did, and did well.
The republic successfully took it from there.
Linked to Six Sentence Story where Denise offers the prompt word “clip” to be used somewhere in a story of six sentences.
First comes cold with winter's snow To make a mess and cause distress But spring will bring much to behold. Have patience now for that caress.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “the first breath of winter”. These photos were from last year’s first snowfall which melted quickly but left a lot of snow. We might get a repeat this coming week.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The forest preserve provided many smiles. I also went to parts of the preserve I had not visited in decades. I was surprised I could remember the trails after such a long time.
Another smile arrived this morning when I saw a story of mine, “Patience”, in Whispers and Echoes. I am grateful to Sammi Cox for accepting it.
Lucky this or lucky that, Luck as bad as that black cat Cuddling, purring by my side, Unlikely place for luck to hide. Thirteen demons looking mean Pretending that I haven't seen Them cackling when they watch me frown. Too bored to laugh, I stare them down. It's not bad luck that made them fall. They jumped like Humpty from the wall And then they cracked. Oops. Breakfast time! You're lucky. That's my final rhyme.
Linked to Chel Owens’ A Mused Poetry Contest where the theme is “bad luck” used humorously.
Some decades earlier he went Along this way he’s walking now. A child in hand and wife somehow Were with him as if Heaven sent, But now his energy’s near spent. The sign suggests he’s on some trail That loops to somewhere vaguely known. A wind picks up. The oak trees groan. His strength returns though flesh stays frail While every breath yearns to exhale.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 30 where the rhyme word “exhale” needs to be used as a C rhyme in a décima with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
I realize I got the rhyme pattern wrong for a décima. Here is a revision:
Some decades earlier he went Along this way he’s walking now. A child in hand and wife somehow Were with him as if Heaven sent, But now his energy’s near spent. The sign suggests he’s on some trail. His strength returns though flesh stays frail. The curving path becomes well-known. A wind picks up. The oak trees groan. His every breath yearns to exhale.
I have no fear of ghosts or such, But humans - compromised, possessed - They do cause trouble - very much - They're twisted, troubled, without rest. They think they're tough. What do they know? They aren't so difficult to see. When eyes blaze hot with hate they show Their weakness then their fear of me.
Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “spooky”. I doubt these photos are all that spooky unless one imagines an appropriate backstory. So imagine dark secrets, including those long forgotten nasty ones that you don’t want the kids or your parents to know, suddenly polluting the light, standing out like these silhouetted trees.
If that doesn’t work, here’s a happy pumpkin.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. The forest preserves and parks were beautiful this past week. We went to many that I had not seen in years including some along Lake Michigan.
The Biden scandal is massive and real. There is still time for you not to vote for a criminal who sold out America.
Mario Murillo, THERE IS STILL TIME, October 29, 2020
Here is a message from Jonathan Cahn.
So where do you stand? Will you be raising the American flag or will you be burning it?
Here is a photo I took of the Fort Sheridan Cemetery in northern Illinois while walking yesterday through the Fort Sheridan Forest Preserve. Vote as if you had to explain yourself to them.
The day is warm. The sky is bright. I don't know why I worry so. The witches have refused to go, But have they ever? Where there's Light There never is a need for fright. It's true that sometimes things do seem More like a nightmare than a dream Like wizardry raised to the sky. What wealth that brings will make you cry And turn true peace into a scream.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 29 where the rhyme word “fright” should be used in the A line of a decima with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.
A very short story of mine, “Dream”, was published in Whispers and Echoes. I am grateful to Sammi Cox for accepting it for the Tiny Terrors theme.
There is no champion for abortion rights in America that is more passionate, more dedicated, than the Democratic Party.
Dr. Francis Myles, Sid Roth It’s Supernatural, “Jesus Showed Me 2 Surprises Coming in November”, October 22, 2020 (about 17:00)
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
