The Huge Hug Club — A Guy Called Bloke


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Howdy Doody Folks!! Once a month – the Huge Hug Club is active! Today is that day! you know, we may all be on different continents, different countries, different customs and cultures, but whilst we are here – we are the same. I may not be able to get y’all each and every day –…

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Forgotten #writephoto


The forgotten door to yesterday. The backroads and wrong turns of your youth. The place where magic was always a possibility and summers stretched forever.  Behind this door lies a realm of fantasy, riches unclaimed, and misplaced dreams.  The key is just under that stone to the left, hidden in a niche.

Would you use the key?  

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out more about it HERE.

The Moon’s Blush


The Sun so loved the Moon.  Her luminous smile set his heart aflame.  His burning desire shone for all to see. But he yearned for the darkness.  The Moon lit the night, paving the way for his dreams.  The glow of her celestial presence would wash over him, cooling the flames.  There were times when she would blush a deep red.  As if she knew his thoughts.  This is when he loved her the most.  The Stars shared the night with the Moon, as the Sun never could.  The Sun looked on; his desperate heart aching.  He knew he would never be with the radiant beauty that he loved from afar. The Stars twinkled a “tisk, tisk”; for they had the wisdom of the heavens.  The Sun loved in vain.  He would wait for the night so that his dreams would carry him to his beloved.

Copyright 2019 Penny Wilson

Image by PIRO4D from Pixabay

The Spark


Not new, but quite appropriate at the time.

Penny Wilson Writes

You knew what I was like without you.

You knew the mess I would be.

I collapse.

The pale light of the stars is of little solace.

No encouragement.

A captured moment dissolves between my fingers.

Meaningless.

The spark, oh that spark, I chase you.

I dive headlong through the white, only to dream of the other side.

It does not exist.

Why have you left me?

Alone, it is too much.

My muse, where have you gone?

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The Stars Come Home — Stephanie Bennett-Henry


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Woman, made of spine, rooted deep where flowers grow, despite secrets long buried in the soil where ancestors died, holding their last breath like one last chance. Woman, made of strength where one tree started alone, branched out with hands reaching, holding, bending, to welcome the others to evolve and rupture into a forest that […]

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Sometimes


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Richard M. Ankers - Author

A Writer’s Dream

Is it wrong to wish to write for writing’s sake? Is it wrong to feel the need to write a disclaimer only I’ll ever see?

I sometimes think I was born to the wrong era, that before computers and watches knew your name, I might have been happy. I’d have sat in my room as others scampered about living their lives and smiled at the view beyond the window, written down what I saw without forethought or fear. The clouds would’ve drifted across cerulean fields like mythical beasts and birds would’ve tweeted the minutes. With a quill for a sword and a wooden chair for a colt, I’d have lived out my days as a warrior of words and others would’ve been happy I did. But it isn’t days of yore, and there’s no time for idealism in today’s world of exactitudes and uncompromising rapport. We are…

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Don’t Laugh at Me


Music has influenced my life many times over the years. It has A way to lift you up or drown you in sorrow. It is so powerful, inspiring, and thought-provoking. Poetry set to music. What could be more perfect? “Don’t Laugh at Me” is a song written by Allen Shamblin and Steve Seskin, and recorded by American country music artist Mark Wills. It was released in July 1998 as the second single from the album “Wish You Were Here”. Although this song has been around for 20 years, when I heard it a week or so ago, it brought me to tears. “In God’s eyes we’re all the same. Someday we’ll all have perfect wings.” See below. I hope you enjoy.

I’m a little boy with glasses
The one they call the geek
A little girl who never smiles
‘Cause I’ve got braces on my teeth
And I know how it feels
To cry myself to sleep

I’m that kid on every playground
Who’s always chosen last
A single teenage mother
Tryin’ to overcome my past
You don’t have to be my friend
But is it too much to ask

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t call me names
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain
In God’s eyes we’re all the same
Someday we’ll all have perfect wings
Don’t laugh at me

I’m the cripple on the corner
You’ve passed me on the street
And I wouldn’t be out here beggin’
If I had enough to eat
And don’t think I don’t notice
That our eyes never meet

I lost my wife and little boy when
Someone crossed that yellow line
The day we laid them in the ground
Is the day I lost my mind
And right now I’m down to holdin’
This little cardboard sign, so

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t call me names
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain
In God’s eyes we’re all the same
Someday we’ll all have perfect wings
Don’t laugh at me

I’m fat, I’m thin, I’m short, I’m tall
I’m deaf, I’m blind, hey, aren’t we all

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t call me names
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain
In God’s eyes we’re all the same
Someday we’ll all have perfect wings
Don’t laugh at me

Hunger… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie


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Watching the orange moon sail between tall trees my hunger increased. My back against the mighty oak, soothing my bones I wait for orange to turn white, the full moon For my true self to emerge. Feed the hunger to remain hidden deep in my forest home, the last of my […]

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Echoes And Beats — Heartstring Eulogies


“Can you hear the echo in my heart? It remembers everything we were.” Can you hear the echo in my heart? The one that reverberates instead of a beat, continuing to move blood through my veins. Can you sense the silhouette — the shadows behind me that linger with sadness and pain? It’s the ghost […]

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when the house is finally quiet — Live & Learn


Someone is always home sick: chicken pox, strep throat, another chicken pox, stomach flu…Baby Bliss sits on her hip. It is only later that week, perhaps, when the house is finally quiet, the dishwasher humming in the downstairs dark, her husband not yet home, and upstairs the kids are asleep or at least pretending. When […]

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