This weeks words are:
vast salty simmering habits mind trickle secretive brim axe roots shadows stones
The Crystal Ball
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The Chief.
The Sunday Whirl presents the following words for us to use:
The Sunday Whirl presents the following words for us to use: (I didn't use them all)
mingled dim damp shallow spell gaze drifts shattered call twitch words split
Through a glass darkly
The Sunday Whirl presents the following words for us to use:
ascending morning head dreams between hand road storytellers poem potion feather three
mist creek belt shadows forest summer still rising crow filters time sentinel*
Finding Roses
*I confess that I didn't use them all.
That much.
Mad Kane had a limerick challenge using the word 'blue'.
Cheeses
The Sunday Whirl presents the following words for us to use:
boat preserve speak resist oil fire drive fly shoot matter close right
The Matter is Serious.
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© 2023 J Cosmo Newbery
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Missed.
A deathbed request:
"Some of your oatcakes please..."
But she couldn't wait.
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© 2022 J Cosmo Newbery
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The Circus Comes to Town
Lock up your babies, while there’s time,
The candidates are a-coming;
Photo ops are a pantomime—
The spin will be mind-numbing.
Those dubious bits of nonsense, the polls,
Excite or make us fretting.
As reliable as pinning voodoo dolls,
But each time we keep forgetting.
The facts become superfluous
When intent is clearly to mislead;
They tell us they want what’s best for us
But merely sell us fear and greed.
Then be not shy, but use your vote,
And, while you can, go cast it.
We cannot sink the gravy boat,
But with luck we can outlast it.
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© 2022 J Cosmo Newbery
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The Sunday Whirl has a set of words, for a Wordle:
signal drive plaid lone life joke
club ice fire merry join fly
Why should they care?
I wonder what drives them.
These well fed, well paid, members of The Club?
Rhetorical question.
Fly in, fly out,
Make merry around fires or pools,
Sipping drinks chilled with imported glacier ice,
While it’s still there,
Why should they care?
That’s the life!
The signals drip entitlement.
Pillage while you can,
Because you can,
All you can.
Joke about the poor lone pathetic fools
Who lament your actions.
Your media buddies ridicule them
With cheap shots and phone taps,
Headlines, all in bold caps.
“Well played!” they chortle.
Well, plaid is Gaelic for blanket—
Covered up. Hidden. Smothered.
The truth. Justice. Equity.
Just the scars are visible.
They've gone.
Why should they care?
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© 2022 J Cosmo Newbery
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The Sunday Whirl has a set of words, for a Wordle:
flutter, cage, hanger, cold, try, tree,
deny, womb, wish, finish, stray, eager.
Off one's tree.
When bold opportunity knocked
And offered to grant them their wish
Their hearts denied them a flutter,
Cold and rather brutish:
From womb—
The next stop is tomb.
They mutter
But most prefer it that way.
While their chosen cage is not locked
Few are eager to stray.
When bold opportunity knocked
And offered to grant them their dreams
They pulled the hanger door shut—
Caution hates extremes.
Why try?
Just to finish thereby?
Clear cut—
And most prefer it that way.
While their chosen cage is not locked
Few are eager to stray.
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© 2021 J Cosmo Newbery
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