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October 26, 2018

Friday Flash Fiction: Morons

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“Excuse me—”


I reeled around. “For the last time,” I said, “I don’t work here! Just because I’m wearing a tie… when will you people realize?!”


“I—um—”


I shook my head. “I’ve just hadit with you morons! No, I don’t know where the masking tape is. Or the staplers. Or the ink. I swear, if one more dimwit asks me about acrylic paint…”


“No, sir, I’m sorry—it’s just—you dropped your wallet.”


(75 Words)


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Published on October 26, 2018 06:42

October 24, 2018

Bath Time (A Nonet Poem)

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no, don’t make me get in the bath, mom!

I’ll get soap in my eyes again!

I’ll have two baths tomorrow—

wait—okay; there’s bubbles

yellow rubber ducks

bobbing freely

oops. plug pulled.

shallow

dry


(A Nonet Poem is a poem that begins with 9 syllables in the first line, 8 in the second… and finishing with one syllable in the ninth and final line).


Image from Pixabay © skdickerson 2016

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Published on October 24, 2018 06:41

October 23, 2018

My Pet Bunny

My lovely pet bunny named Blue

Escaped from his cage (yes it’s true!)

I hope that he fled

To nature instead

Of making a nice rabbit stew!


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Image from Pixabay © cristty 2014

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Published on October 23, 2018 09:03

October 22, 2018

Autumn

It’s not as cold as winter

It’s not as warm as spring

The flowers are half-hearted

The birds just barely sing

The seasons are a-changing

This did not get my vote!

It would be far less painful

But I forgot my coat!


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Published on October 22, 2018 09:07

October 20, 2018

Finish This Poem – “Dinner Dishes”

It was with heavy heart and grimace wide

That I—the piles of dinner dishes—spied.

With caked-on crumbs and bits of dried-on sauce;

The sticky bits remaining from first course.


I looked upon the bubbles rising high

And, reaching for the gloves, let out a sigh.

I ‘spose the dinner dishes must be done…


(Can you finish this poem?

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Published on October 20, 2018 07:01

October 19, 2018

From The Archives: Earphones

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Have you ever sat out in the sun or walked along a road,

Seen adult after adult walking by,

And wondered why these people all had earphones in their ears,

What music were they list’ning to, and why?


Left and right they walk like drones along the city streets,

They’re all plugged in on buses and on planes.

You see them fixing cords at crossings, loosening their knots,

You see them all plugged in, in seats, on trains.


It turns out it’s not music that they’re listening to at all.

It turns out it’s not jazz, or rock, or rave.

You see, these plugged-in adults that are blending in quite well

Are robots that need training to behave.


If you take out their earphones, they’ll forget to go to work.

Forget to tie their shoes. Forget their pants.

If you take out their earphones, they’ll try to munch on dirt,

They’ll water all their friends and talk to plants!


So if you don’t want robot people licking your front door

You don’t want your great-grandma rudely hugged,

You don’t want robot people racing carts through every mall,

Don’t ever let those earphones be unplugged!


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Published on October 19, 2018 06:12

October 18, 2018

Gardening

I bought myself a wide array of seeds

Decided I would grow some veg and fruit.

For gardening’s the humblest of deeds

And helps me cut my shopping costs to boot.


I grew some lovely aubergines and greens

It thrilled me when the harvesting could start.

The problem is that all those fibrous beans

Have caused the most horrendous type of…

…indigestion.

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Image from Pixabay © congerdesign 2015

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Published on October 18, 2018 06:14

October 17, 2018

A Serious Piece: Safe (A 5-7-5 Poem)

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your small hand finds mine

the bustling road uncertain

united we’re safe


Image from Pixabay © Pexels 2016

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Published on October 17, 2018 06:44

October 16, 2018

Ironing

A lovely wrinkly Grandma

Had just turned ninety-nine.

Her children gave her roses,

Her sister gave her wine.

A gift came from her grandkids

She took a peek within:

A brand new shiny iron

“To smooth out Grandma’s skin.”

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Published on October 16, 2018 06:13

October 15, 2018

Mowing

My lawn is so annoying

Why does it have to grow?

I swear that every weekend

It grows a foot or so.

I do not like the mowing

I do not like the toil;

I think I’ll buy a carpet

To place atop my soil.


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Published on October 15, 2018 07:06