Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Phrazez that Payzez
"Spontaneous eruption of now "
Very Bad Wizards
Stick or the carrot?
Please may I have the carrot.
Fine. But first the stick!
some well placed roses
let me stand bare naked here
among the elm trees
bare trees speak to me
without the clutter of leaves
message from their roots
lounging in cool shade
a tree site of our first kiss
in seventy three
A lesson I learned
Less time being on the make
More time spent making
A velvet funnel
Filled with sapphire blather
Chokes out all reason
light clothes on the course
for all caddies from now on
helps hide dropped cheat ball
fifty years ago
summer job in factory
room size spring grinder
turntable of tubes
fill all tubes with raw springs
make ends flat to seat
fast pace to keep up
if one sticks in tube tap other
guy and duck under table
sparks fly all around
best motivation ever
to return to school
Susan and Sally went to the seashore to a very popular seafood restaurant. Being fully paid up members in the ladies who lunch bunch of society, they settled in with cocktails for a nice long one.
Susan’s gaze locked with the stranger’s across the crowded restaurant, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful emotion. She did not know why the vision of this well appointed flâneur had stirred such deep body quivers and quakes within her. She felt a very strong compunction to go down to the beach and sell seashells at highly inflated prices to fulfill this strangers deepest need.
She had hoped he had designs on her. But truly, he only cared for himself. No more long lingering lunches for her. She was now a slave to the growing seashell economic bubble.
More shells. More better, was the watchword of the era. Even her one time friend Sally could not save her from herself or her shellfish desires.
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illegal decrees
crimes against humanity
on record to keep
lean city sparrow
fat and sassy farm sparrow
tariffs will harrow
looking forward to
a cool morning so I can
give AC a rest
Huddle the sparrow
Squabble with squab and raptors
Forward resistance
A land grab
Is a land grab
Is a land grab
A historical doom scroll loop
Been around as long as humans
Have been humaning
way less than kismet
as happenstance has it's way
entropy evolves
touch feel caress stroke
pat pet cradle fondle form
grasp guide morning bliss
Smouldering moments
Remembering skin on skin
Worn like a warm coat
took a while to grasp
the smouldering happenstance
of our reunion
Quafe
Quaff
Go quaff yourself
Life's too short to sweat the spelling
wrestling with red tape
busy patch plus frustration
but fought the good fight
Crimson and Clover
was about a meadowland
serial killer
An ancient guru
Lotus Mittens was his name
Taught hands on sunshine
you've violated
robots rules of order and
will be asked to leave
the future immediately
we're talking to you Ah Clem
Imagine my surprise when what I thought would be a thoroughly excellent Wordle start word, “quafe” was not acceptable to the Wordle divinties. So I did a query and lo and behold it was not an acceptable English spelling. Apparently it is spelled “quaff”. An unquestionably awful starter word. Quite the quagmire I muttered to myself. So off I went on my daily quixotic quiz quest, with a quotient of quality alliteration and quanting ways. Most of which resulted in quenching my thirst for word quaking in a most satisfying way. (See solution below) Minor spoiler alert: Not a single Q was used in the solving of this quintessentially quirky quiz.
A quality score which I shan’t quibble with
Add this to the #SoCS que
Gofer
Gopher
Go for broke
Friday night follies
Medieval power drinking
Order up excess
evening rain refresh
cooling cleansing quenching quafe
savour each swallow
Etched in my mind's eye
While together and apart
Your visage above
It's so hot here
it's even melting
my nasal polyps 👃
#ewww 😱
Damn the bloody truth
Full scheme ahead me mateys
Monarchy or bust
Magenta, Violet,
Cyan burst sisters make a
colorful entrance
New ice age takes hold
Skating on fallow meadows
Our only respite
I'm a finite sandwich
an infinity below me
an infinity above of me
enjoying the condiments
of existence
while the past is past
and the present is present
echoes linger long
spare a tear for me
down the rabbit hole I go
insurance vortex
A once great nation
Washed up on a beach to rot
A tear shedding stench
Insurance medical complex
Has spent decades earning my mistrust
Everyday earns more
A Scroll Threw Life 